Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Not long after, everyone from the Song family arrived late.

Song Qingliu took the lead.

"Qingya, how do you feel? Is the injury serious?"

Song Qingya, supported by Song Ziyu, forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

"Qingliu, it was Yang Yao who injured Cousin Qingya, that bastard did not attack lightly or seriously, he really deserves to die..." Song Ziyu gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"Yang Yao? Where is he, daddy has to kill him today!" Song Qingliu, who was thin and scholarly, was furious, and at this moment he looked like a fighting rooster.

"Uh, he's over there." Song Ziyu pointed to a pile of rotten flesh that couldn't be seen not far away.

"He's already been smashed flat by Brother Sun with a stick, and it seems that his soul can't escape..."

Song Qingliu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Forget it, forget about him since he's dead, it's really cheap for this bastard..."

At this time, a tall middle-aged man also came over, he raised two fingers and pointed at Song Qingya's eyebrows, and the pure Spirit Power was instantly injected into the latter's body.

After a while, Song Qingya's complexion obviously improved a lot, and it seemed that her injuries were no longer serious.

"Qingya, thank you, Patriarch..."

The middle-aged man chuckled, "Since we are a family, let's not talk about each other."

Immediately, he looked up at the only intact corpse lying on the ground, and snorted coldly: "This Yang family is indeed going too far, it seems that we need to find a chance to talk to them..."

"Okay, you kid, don't be addicted to your mouth. To be honest, his Yang family is the one that lost his wife and lost his army this time, hehehe..."

Walking from the sky was a thin old man with a hunchback and his hands behind his back. Although he was far away, his voice seemed to be lingering in everyone's ears.

"Grandpa..." Everyone in the Song family saluted respectfully at the same time, including the Patriarch of the Song family.

The latter is even more fearful.

"Grandpa, how can such a trivial matter alarm your boss to come..."

"Small matter? I said you bastard, Patriarch, why haven't you made progress after working for so many years." The old man hated iron but kicked the Patriarch of the Song family, causing the latter to grin his teeth in pain.

"Grandfather, in public, you can't show me some face..."

The old man didn't answer the question, but continued: "You bastard, do you know the identities of those five heads on the ground?"

The Patriarch of the Song family looked over, and after a few breaths, he still didn't recognize him, "I don't recognize it, it must be the older generation of the Yang family who have not shown their faces for many years."

The old man snorted coldly, "Those are the five evil spirits of the Yang family ten thousand years ago, all at the peak of divine transformation!"

"What?" The Patriarch of the Song family was obviously taken aback, and when he looked at the five heads again, his eyes were full of fear.

"How did these old guys appear here, and how did they die so neatly..."

The old man rolled his eyes at him without explaining, and continued to pretend: "Then do you know who projected that dharma body just now?"

"I don't know, please make it clear, Grandpa." The Patriarch of the Song Family smiled wryly and shook his head. The Dharma Body was so powerful that he didn't even take a look at it, let alone distinguish its identity.

"His name is Yang Xiao, and he is one of the most senior members of the Yang family. He is probably not a few generations younger than Yang Wudi, that kid..."

"Yang Wudi?!" The Patriarch of the Song family, Song Qingliu Song Qingya and the others were struck by lightning at the same time, and they didn't recover for a long time.

They may not have seen this person, but they have heard of this name full of years and vicissitudes.

One hundred thousand years ago, a great figure with a peerless magnificence, unrivaled among his peers, was once hailed as the unworldly strong man with the most hope of immortality.

If Yang Xiao was really only a few generations younger than Yang Wudi, what level of existence would that be? It's hard to imagine...

Seeing that the juniors were frightened, the old man walked away satisfied, "Everyone feels that their wings are stiff, but in fact they are still far away..."

He walked slowly, and walked to a pair of master and apprentice not far away.

"This must be little friend Yan, old man Song Wuxin, it's a pleasure to meet you..."

Yan... little friend? You old boy is very good at elders... Huo San raised his eyebrows, just smiled and didn't speak, just looked at the old man with interest.

Song Wuxin wasn't angry when he didn't get a response, and continued to think to himself: "The dragon scales that my little friend gave away are really useful to our family. If there is a need in the future, the Song family will definitely help with all their strength!"

"Hey, it's just a dragon scale, you don't need to be polite." Sun Xiaokong said indifferently.

"I said a long time ago that a dragon scale is exchanged for a life, and we earned it..."

"What's the name of this little friend?"

"Oh, I'm my Master's apprentice."

"..." The corners of Song Wuxin's mouth twitched, and he thought, it's as if you didn't say anything.

Only Sun Xiaokong sighed softly, and continued: "Hey, there are actually a lot of dragon scales before, but they were all burned by my Master as firewood, I don't know the goods..."

"Bang", no accident, Sun Xiaokong was hit hard, and suffered a clear and loud brain collapse.

"Boy, who doesn't know what to say? Daddy throws dragon scales in the fire to make the roasted dragon meat more delicious. You know what!"

"Oh, I got it..." Sun Xiaokong covered his head, tearing a few drops from the pain.

But Song Wuxin at the side was a little dazed.

What are they talking about?

Dragon scales fire to roast dragon meat?

It can't be a flood dragon... Well, it must be a flood dragon. Who would dare to eat a real dragon? That race is a giant in the Immortal Domain. Who can afford it...

"Master Yan!"

"Sun senior!"

Suddenly, there were two slightly familiar voices.

Both master and apprentice turned their heads at the same time, and found that it was Liu Qingqing and Liu Mosheng.

"Girl Qingqing, Mo Sheng! You escaped?" Sun Xiaokong said in shock.

"Escape? What do you mean..." Liu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"What do you mean, didn't you two be taken away by the Yang family?"

"No, it was Yang Yuan senior who brought us to the imperial city to rescue soldiers. I just heard that the clansmen are fine now, and they are planning to go back..."

"Huh?" Now it was my turn to be confused.

"Yang Xi, you came just in time, daddy just wanted to ask you what's going on today!" The Patriarch of the Song family quickly rushed to a person who was walking in front of him, and took the lead in attacking him.

Now that the strongest ancestor of his family is by his side, he is really a fool.

But who would have thought that the other party would actually say with a smile on his face: "Brother Yuntian, Mr. Yang came here specially to make amends..."

The Patriarch of the Song family missed the cotton with a punch and almost fell to the ground.

what's the situation?

The always domineering Yang family will take the initiative to make amends? Damn it...

Yang Xi continued: "Yang is incapable of discipline, let that stubborn junior of Yang Yao cause trouble for you, please forgive me..."

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