The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 192 Grandpa's Choice
In the wooden house, Han Yanran's face paled a little after hearing Ye Fei's words, and a gleam of regret flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Han Yanran suddenly raised her head to look at Ye Fei, then gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, the Han family came to the Southern Xinjiang Mountains two years ago. He knows the Son of the Holy Family."

Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he understood now, no wonder Han Yanran cares so much about the tribesmen.

"So, your elder brother is already in the Saint Clan?" Ye Fei said in a low voice with calm eyes.

According to the current situation, the location of the Lingquan should undoubtedly be within the Saint Clan. The pace of the young master of the Han family has far surpassed Ye Fei, and I am afraid that the Lingquan will be found soon.

"Well, with the help of the saint clan, the elder brother should be able to find the treasure spring." Han Yanran said directly at this time, not hiding anything.

Ye Fei snorted, took a deep look at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice: "You followed Ye, not because you were worried about your elder brother's safety."

This woman clearly knew that as long as she knew someone from the Saint Race in the Southern Border Mountain Range, she would not be in any danger. The reason why she did not enter the mountain range with the young master of the Han family was obviously for the Han family's action this time just in case. Just stayed outside.

"I am a member of the Han family." Han Yanran couldn't help lowering her head, and her voice became much weaker.

Ye Fei looked as usual, and after glancing at the person in front of him again, he didn't say anything more, he actually didn't care about these things at all.

No matter what Han Yanran's purpose is, it doesn't matter to him, no matter whether it is the Saint Clan or the Han family, there is only one person who stands in his way.

"After tomorrow, you should leave the mountains. There is nothing you can do with your strength." After Ye Fei finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave the cabin.

"Wait a minute, don't you...don't blame me?" Han Yanran couldn't help saying loudly with a complex look on her face.

She followed Ye Fei because she was really afraid that the Ye family would get the treasure spring from his Han family. She thought that Ye Fei would attack her directly after knowing about it, but she really didn't expect that it was just such a sentence in exchange.

"Did you do something wrong?" Ye Fei didn't turn around, opened the door and walked out of the cabin after speaking.

As Han Yanran said, she is a member of the Han family, and under any circumstances, there is no reason to help outsiders find the spiritual spring. This is naturally understandable with Ye Fei's heart.

Inside the wooden house, Han Yanran was completely stunned. There were faint tears in her eyes, and the only thing echoing in her mind at this moment was Ye Fei's last words.

In the blink of an eye, the night passed quickly.
After Ye Fei left the wooden house last night, he came to the edge of the tribe, as if waiting for the arrival of the saints.

The morning sun rises slowly in the morning, and the soft morning light shines like a mountain range. Ye Fei slowly opened his eyes from his practice, his eyes were completely introverted, and then he stood up slowly, looking into the depths of the jungle in the distance.

Behind him, the tribe's grandpa and Han Yanran walked out of the tribe at some point, and they were slowly walking towards Ye Fei.

"Mr. Ye, Ms. Han has already told the old man about what happened last night. I, the Wu Clan, have implicated you." The tribal grandpa stepped forward and respectfully raised his hand towards Ye Fei.

He has lived in the mountains of southern Xinjiang for so long, and he has guessed a lot of things. After Han Yanran's explanation, the old man also understood instantly.

"It doesn't matter, Yemou has enmity with the people of the holy clan. The black witchcraft on your clansman will be cleaned up for them before I leave." Ye Fei smiled lightly, turned around and nodded to the old man.

Hearing the words, the grandfather of the tribe immediately showed gratitude on his face, and the whole person seemed to suddenly relax a lot, and a strange breath suddenly exuded from his body, and at the same time he raised his hand to bow to Ye Fei again.

A gleam flashed in Ye Fei's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the tribal grandfather. The two looked at each other, and the old man behind him smiled and nodded slightly to him.

At this time, Han Yanran wanted to say something, but after seeing Ye Fei, she didn't know how to speak for a while, so she could only stand aside silently.

"Where is Grandpa of the Witch Clan? The White Envoy of the Saint Clan is here in person. The whole clan hastened to come out and kneel down to meet him!" A loud voice came from a distant mountain forest, and instantly spread throughout the entire tribe.

And in the entire tribal valley, except for the three of Ye Fei, no one came out at this time.

The grandfather of the tribe showed a smile on his face. At this time, he walked slowly from the back and walked up the mountain, and stood in the front of the three of them.

"This old man is here. According to the tribe's agreement, unless the Holy Son comes in person, the old man will be greeted by himself." The tribal grandpa's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and he could only raise his hand forward at the same time after speaking.

As soon as his words fell, a powerful aura suddenly swept from the front, covering the entire tribe in an instant.

In the gazes of the three, a man wrapped in a white robe and with a face as pale as snow suddenly appeared in mid-air, followed by several tall members of the Saint Race.

That white-robed man's strength is obviously not impressive, and the aura sweeping around is undoubtedly emanating from this man.

"Bold, who gave you the courage to talk to this envoy like this?" The white robe's face clearly showed displeasure, and before the people below could respond, a black mist shot out when he raised his hand.

The mist quickly condensed into a sharp dagger, and with a howling sound, it pointed directly at the chest of the tribal grandpa.

"White robe, this old man has endured you for a long time, using black witchcraft to poison our people, you think this old man doesn't know about it!" The tribal grandpa shouted, and suddenly lifted the dead wooden stick in his hand, and an invisible aura condensed in front of him.

The mist dagger approached, and dissipated under the impact, as if it had been melted.

Ye Fei's eyes flickered on the side. He raised his eyes and stared at the grandfather in front of him, carefully observing the changes in the old man's body, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

The blow of that white robe just now was at least as powerful as a full-strength blow from a powerful person in the Transformation Realm. The old man was able to block it easily, which was beyond Ye Fei's expectations.

"Hmph, so what if you know that, if it wasn't for the mercy of the Holy Son, you slaves would have survived to this day?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand at the same time to signal, and the figures of the saint race men behind him flickered, and they rushed downward at the same time.

"We belong to the same lineage. My family is not your slave. Even if I risk my life today, I will kill a few members of your holy family to relieve the hatred in my heart." The tribe's grandpa roared angrily, and the robe on his body automatically moved without wind.

He raised the dead wood crutch in his hand, and drew a strange pattern in mid-air, and the aura on his body soared instantly.

Ye Fei has seen Heisha use this method of instantly improving his strength, but the two methods are completely different. The grandfather of this tribe seems to have detonated all the power in his body and used it to overdraw his life.

"After this battle, the power to seize the house in his body will completely explode." Ye Fei looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but whispered.

Han Yanran, who was on the side, heard the words, and immediately asked with an anxious look on her face, "You mean he will die?"

Ye Fei nodded slightly. This kind of life-overdrawing spell, even if it is in the grandfather of this tribe, without the power to seize the body, it is estimated that his life will not be saved after the cast is completed.

After Han Yanran heard this, the true energy in her body immediately circulated, and she was ready to rush forward. This incident happened because of her, and she must not just watch the Wu clan die in front of her.

"You're no match for that white-robed man's subordinates, and rushing up indiscriminately will only add to the chaos." Ye Fei raised his hand and waved it out with a force, restricting Han Yanran's figure.

"Ye Fei, let me go, I'm a member of the Han family, and those saints dare not kill me!" Han Yanran yelled angrily at Ye Fei as she struggled continuously with qi surging all over her body.

Ye Fei ignored the woman, but raised his head and looked at the tribal grandfather, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

As early as just now, Ye Fei had seen that this old man walked out of the tribe today with the determination to die. The forbearance of so many years finally broke out, which shows his hatred for the members of the holy clan.

Only those who really understand the power to seize the house can understand the mood of the tribal grandpa at this moment, the feeling of being swallowed alive by blood, and how few people in this world have really felt it.

"He has his choice." Ye Fei murmured, with a sense of helplessness in his voice, which was also the reason why he didn't act immediately.

Han Yanran in the back couldn't help being slightly taken aback when she heard the words, and at the same time raised her head to look into the air, focusing on the old man.

Following her gaze, the grandfather of the tribe laughed wildly at this time, and his attack was extremely fierce. In his hand, the dead wooden staff seemed to have turned into a sharp sword. It doesn't look like it's going downhill.

In the mid-air ahead, the white-robed man who hadn't made a move all this time suddenly snorted coldly, murmured something in his mouth, quickly clasped his hands and raised his hands towards the point below.

A strange aura suddenly erupted from his body, and following the pointing of the white-robed man, the tribal grandpa below suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the aura of the whole person instantly weakened a lot.

"People from the slave clan dare to fight in front of this envoy, they are looking for a dead end." The man in white robe showed disdain on his face, and he was ready to strike again.

But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and his figure couldn't help trembling. He felt a majestic force instantly enveloping his figure. This breath was so strong that he had never seen it before in this life. .

Before he could react, an indifferent figure appeared in his line of sight. This young man who had been ignored by him just now stepped up into the air and stood not far in front of him.

(End of this chapter)