[Chapter 245 I am your grandpa]
Lian Cheng Haipeng laughed immediately after he finished speaking, “Yang Yiyu is the first Purple Gold Order pursuer in Jiuzhou. He single-handedly wiped out the Guhua Hall in the northwest area. It’s very interesting. I didn’t expect you to appear in my territory. Your head is very valuable.
I heard from Chen Baiwan that you have the recipe of Peiyuan Pill. If you can give it to me, maybe I can let you go if I’m in a good mood today. What do you think?”
Yang Yiyu had heard Duanmu Xingtian talk before. Lian Cheng Haipeng was a worshiper of the Guhua Killer Organization. It was not surprising that he could recognize him. He looked at him and laughed, “Little braid, if you have the guts, just come up and take it. I not only have the recipe of Peiyuan Pill, but also plenty of pills.” After
he finished speaking, Yang Yiyu flipped his hand and three Peiyuan Pills appeared. He handed them to Duanmu Xingtian and said, “Senior Duanmu, the three of you take it. It can heal internal injuries.”
When Duanmu Xingtian and the other two saw the Peiyuan Pill in Yang Yiyu’s hand, their eyes suddenly shone.
Duanmu Xingtian, in particular, looked at Yang Yiyu’s eyes full of kindness and relief.
Facing Yang Yiyu’s elixir, Duanmu Lei and another person looked at Duanmu Xingtian. They didn’t dare to take it without the master’s order.
Duanmu Xingtian nodded to the two of them, indicating that they should accept Yang Yiyu’s elixir. After all, they had been injured more or less in the previous battles.
Now that everyone is facing the tougher Liancheng Haipeng, Yang Yiyu’s healing elixir is very important.
“Thank you, Mr. Yang~”
Duanmu Lei and the other person thanked and accepted the elixir, swallowed it directly, and were not afraid that the elixir was poisonous. They were all masters among the ancient warriors, and they knew that the elixir was a good thing just by the fragrance of the medicine.
Duanmu Xingtian took the elixir from Yang Yiyu and swallowed it in one gulp, laughing and said, “Okay, okay~”
He said three good words in a row, his tone full of relief.
Then he said to Duanmu Lei and the others with a solemn face: “Alei and Awen, escort the young master away and don’t let him get into trouble, please.”
Duanmu Xingtian’s words were full of solemnity.
After finishing speaking, he looked at Yang Yiyun and said: “Child, go quickly, don’t blame your mother. She had to leave you brothers and sisters back then. I am your grandfather. As for the details, Alei will tell you.”
“Young master, let’s go.” Duanmu Lei said to Yang Yiyun.
At this time, Duanmu Xingtian suddenly swung the ancient sword in his hand behind him, bringing a powerful wind roll, and with one sword, he cut a path in the encircled circle of poisonous insects.
However, Yang Yiyun started to blank out when he heard Duanmu Xingtian speak, and kept echoing Duanmu Xingtian’s words, don’t blame your mother, I am your grandfather…
The purpose of coming to the South Country is the news of his mother, and the high-profile spending of money attracted the attention of the Duanmu family. The purpose is still the same. He was robbed and surrounded by the four masters of Shentu Laogui, and Duanmu Xingtian came to rescue him, even at any cost… Now I understand everything.
“He is my grandpa?”
Although Duanmu Xingtian did not say much just now, Yang Yiyun still understood that maybe his mother abandoned him and his sister for some other reasons. At
this moment, Yang Yiyun felt inexplicably bitter and his mind was buzzing.
The hatred for his mother dissipated unconsciously after Duanmu Xingtian or his grandpa resolutely let Duanmu Lei and Duanmu Wen escort him away. With his
wrist grabbed by Duanmu Lei, Yang Yiyun, who was in a daze, followed Duanmu Lei out of the encirclement of the poisonous insects and ran wildly along the road opened by Duanmu Xingtian’s sword.
What rang in his ears was the sound of the fight between his grandpa Duanmu Xingtian and Liancheng Haipeng.
“Hahaha~ Old Duanmu didn’t expect Yang Yiyun to be your grandson. Hum, I will keep him today. Someone come and do it~”
Liancheng Haipeng laughed and ordered viciously.
In an instant, Yang Yiyun, Duanmu Lei and Duanmu Wen, who were running wildly, stopped.
“Awen, take the young master away, I’ll hold them back.” Duanmu Lei roared and rushed towards the six or seven people who blocked the way.
“Okay, be careful.” Duanmu Wen was taciturn, and he answered to Yang Yiyu, “Young master, let’s go.”
While speaking, Yang Yiyu was grabbed by Duanmu Wen, and he suddenly woke up. He
broke free from Duanmu Wen and said, “I won’t leave~”
With just a simple sentence, Yang Yiyu’s eyes were full of determination. The girl looked at her grandfather Duanmu Xingtian who was fighting with Liancheng Haipeng.
Yes, leaving is not his character. He was too shocked just now and didn’t come back to his senses. He was dragged by Duanmu Lei for a while, but now he will not leave.
Besides, his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian, who he had never met, could fight for him, so why can’t he, Yang Yiyu, do the same?
Could he, a cultivator, be afraid of ancient warriors?
Indeed, Liancheng Haipeng is very powerful, but in Yang Yiyu’s eyes, his power still remains at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy.
According to Grandpa Duanmu Xingtian, Lian Cheng Haipeng’s strength is not his own power, but his poisonous skills, which can control poisonous insects, etc.
However, these do not seem to be a big deal for Yang Yiyu. With the true essence of fire, how can he be afraid of a small poisonous insect?
Now he can’t leave even if he wants to. The six ancient warriors who appeared in front of the three are all masters of the upper ninth level of dark energy.
This surprised Yang Yiyu. It was obvious that they were Lian Cheng Haipeng’s men. He just shouted to intercept them. Unexpectedly,
Lian Cheng Haipeng is not only powerful, but also powerful.
After hearing what Yang Yiyu said, Duanmu Wen’s eyes flashed, and he admired Yang Yiyu a little.
In fact, he and Duanmu Lei only heard the head of the family say that Yang Yiyu was his grandson on the way here.
Duanmu Wen didn’t say anything about the head of the family’s desperate protection of Yang Yiyu, which caused the death and injury of the children of the Duanmu family, but he was still unhappy in his heart.
At this moment, when he heard that Yang Yiyu was not leaving and seemed to be staying to fight together, Duanmu Wen’s resentment towards him dissipated a little.
At this time, Duanmu Lei’s scream came from the front, and Yang Yiyu rushed over, only to see Duanmu Lei being knocked out by someone and spitting blood.
He raised his fist and punched the man who was about to attack Duanmu Lei.
After using his spiritual consciousness, this ancient warrior of the upper ninth level of dark energy was shocked all over, and his eyes became empty.
Then he was hit in the head by Yang Yiyu.
“Bang~”
Just like a watermelon being hit and bursting, he was instantly hit by Yang Yiyu’s punch.
After mastering the power of spiritual consciousness, Yang Yiyun’s combat effectiveness has been doubled, and he is invincible.
He narrowed his eyes and headed for the next target. He couldn’t leave. He still needed to ask his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian about his mother. There must be something he didn’t know.
As for his mother, it has been a deep pain in Yang Yiyun’s heart since he was a child, and it has become a heart disease.
How could he leave without finding out? Finally
, a grandfather popped out. How could Yang Yiyun miss the news of his mother?
Besides, this grandfather has been protecting him since they met. He doesn’t have many relatives, and he will cherish one.
As for Duanmu Lei lying on the ground, he was shocked by Yang Yiyun.
He witnessed a master at the peak of the ninth level of dark energy being killed by Yang Yiyun with one punch.
Duanmu Lei muttered in his heart: “The grandson of the head of the family is really a freak. He is in his twenties, right?”
Duanmu Wen was also shocked. After looking at Duanmu Lei, the two joined the battle to help Yang Yiyun.
At this moment, Yang Yiyun was fighting against five masters of the upper ninth level of the Dark Power.
Facing the five masters, Yang Yiyun still felt exhausted. Although the spiritual power was a killer, it was impossible to attack five people at the same time. He could only attack one by one to be effective.
Being attacked by the five masters, he didn’t have time to display his spiritual power.
Fortunately, Duanmu Lei and Duanmu Wen, who had come to their senses at this time, joined the battle, which immediately reduced Yang Yiyun’s pressure. He seized the opportunity and attacked a spiritual consciousness.
The man’s eyes became empty in an instant. He was hit in the chest by Yang Yiyun’s palm. He screamed and died instantly. His whole chest collapsed.
The remaining four people looked at each other, fear appeared in their eyes, and they retreated unconsciously.
Yang Yiyun took advantage of the victory to pursue.
But at this time, Duanmu Lei screamed.
Yang Yiyun turned around and found that Duanmu Lei fell to the ground with his legs hugged, and his whole body was attacked by red poisonous insects.
“Alei~” Duanmu Wen screamed, and was about to rush over.
Yang Yiyu grabbed him and said, “Don’t go over there, let me do it.” He
stretched out his hands and immediately shot out the true fire, hitting the poisonous insects on the ground more than ten times in a row. In an instant, these poisonous insects were burned to ashes by Yang Yiyu, and a large number of them were killed or injured. Perhaps they felt the danger, and the poisonous insects retreated like a tide.
(End of this chapter)
