Chapter 672

Yan Fengyun's fantasy was instantly broken, and he couldn't help thinking about the future.

"Shuhui, or..." Yan Fengyun looked at Yan Shuhui.

"Dad!" Yan Shuhui shook her head at Yan Fengyun, turned back and shouted to Chu Fanglan, "the Dan Fang of the best Da Huan Dan and the best Yang Yuan Dan is not our Yan family. Shu Hui promised others never to disclose it to a third party. I did what I said, so I will never tell you!"

Chu Fanglan thought she would get danfang easily, but she didn't expect Yan Shuhui to refuse, and she was immediately angry.

"No? Then you can go back to alchemy with us!" Chu Fanglan said, waved his hand and ordered his men, "tie this girl up for me!"

Chu Fanglan brought more than a dozen disciples who were real people of foundation building. It was certainly easy to deal with Yan Shuhui in the early stage of foundation building. Four disciples scattered around Yan Shuhui, while the other two took a bundle of fairy rope from the storage bag

"I fought with you!" Yan Fengyun saw that his daughter was about to be caught, and Lao Huo rushed straight to the top of his head. As soon as he opened his mouth, the magic weapon of his life flew out.

Yan Fengyun's life magic weapon is also special, short stick shaped, one big and one small, like a pestle.

Yan Fengyun is still very confident in his magic weapon. It can be big or small, split into hundreds, use the big end as a hammer, use the thin end as a thorn, and even spit fire the most outrageous.

"Pa Pa!" The magic weapon of this life is much more powerful than the magic weapon of bundle fairy rope. After two sounds, two bundles of fairy rope were hit and flew.

Chu Fanglan sneered at the corner of her mouth, "Yan Fengyun, you forced me to do it!"

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

"Then try!"

Chu Fanglan opened her mouth and spit out a magic weapon. Her magic weapon is a small brocade handkerchief. Her magic weapon is also very special. It turns out to be a defensive magic weapon.

Most people's magic weapons are flying swords or everything else is offensive, but some people use magic weapons with defense attributes. Your own safety is the most important. Xia Laozu, who was killed by Ye Kong in Nandu city with a turtle shell, is like this.

Chu Fanglan is also the same. This brocade handkerchief can not only play a defensive role, but also has a function of trapping each other's magic weapons.

Yan Fengyun didn't know how powerful it was. He manipulated the pestle to hit the brocade handkerchief, but the surface of the brocade handkerchief suddenly sank, and then wrapped the pestle like a palm.

"Burn!" Yan Fengyun opened his mouth and drank heavily.

You can hear the sound of the medicine pestle whirring in the brocade handkerchief, but the brocade handkerchief doesn't know what it is made of, and it doesn't move at all. No matter how big the flame is, you won't let the medicine pestle come out.

Chu Fanglan sneered, "Yan Daoyou, it's time to see me now!"

Taking advantage of Yan Fengyun's magic weapon can't move, she raised her hand, and another top-grade flying sword magic weapon shot, straight to Yan Fengyun. As the master of the Yan family, Yan Fengyun has rich experience in alchemy, but his combat experience is not rich. He was already in full control of the magic weapon. He didn't expect the other party to suddenly throw a flying sword, and he couldn't take precautions.

The flying sword flashed fiercely and shot straight!

"Poof!" Panicked and trapped, Yan Fengyun was unexpectedly backfired by the spiritual force at this critical moment, spewing a mouthful of blood.

"Feng Yun!" Seeing that her husband was in an emergency, Wu Xiaoling immediately mobilized her magic tools to rescue him, regardless of the fact that she was resisting four disciples.

"Dang!" Chu Fanglan's flying sword was repulsed.

"Mother!"

"Xiaoling!"

Although Yan Fengyun was saved, Wu Xiaoling was seriously injured by several other disciples who broke the spiritual shield.

"Shu Hui... Find a way... Follow ye..." Wu Xiaoling was thinking about her daughter at the most critical moment of her life. She wanted to say, let her daughter find a way to break through and follow Ye Kong to leave quickly.

But how can Yan Shuhui leave? She held Wu Xiaoling in her arms, tears in her eyes, and shouted, "Mom! I will never leave!"

Wu Xiaoling was furious, spewed out another mouthful of blood, stared at her eyes, and couldn't say a word.

"You child!" Yan Fengyun angrily scolded, but he also knew that this was not the time to scold Yan Shuhui. He quickly grabbed a handful of top-grade Da huandan and stuffed it into Wu Xiaoling's mouth, muttering, "Xiaoling, eat it quickly, it's okay, you can still save..."

Chu Fanglan stepped forward and said angrily, "no one can save you! I think you'd better be honest and hand over Dan Fang! Otherwise, we'll really kill!"

Chu Fanglan waved her hand and shouted, "form a sword array!"

More than a dozen disciples behind her threw out flying swords. Under the leadership of Chu Fanglan's flying swords, fifteen flying swords surrounded a family of three in the hall. Each sword shone like a column of light, lifting the roof of the hall.

"It's true that people die for money and birds die for food. Are you still unwilling to hand over Dan Fang at this moment?" Chu Fanglan said viciously outside the sword array. The white light on the sword array turned her beautiful face ferocious and terrifying. She has been moved to kill!

"Indeed, people die for wealth and birds die for food. But... Damn it, it's not them!"

Suddenly, a man's voice came from the backyard, and then a figure wrapped in purple smoke appeared.

It was Ye Kong who suddenly appeared, but now ye Kong is very strange. His whole body is covered in purple smoke, which seems to be on fire, transpiration and eruption.

Everyone present was in suspense. The Yan family, the people of the painting sound demon sect, and the servants of the Yan family all know ye Kong, and they can also hear that this is Ye Kong's voice, but his present appearance makes everyone stunned.

Chu Fanglan frowned and whispered, "is this ye Kong?"

A nearby immortal Zhuji immediately whispered, "it seems to be ye Kong, the voice is the same, but the purple smoke is too big to see clearly."

Chu Fanglan asked again, "what magic skill is this? Purple smoke all over his body? Is it a poison plague magic skill?"

Everyone shook their heads. They had never heard of such a strange magic skill. It seems that the whole body is smoking. Only self Immolation can do this.

In the sword formation, Yan Shuhui also saw Ye Kong. She was very familiar with Ye Kong. She knew he was coming as soon as she heard the sound.

She didn't bother to think about the purple smoke on Ye Kong, but just shouted anxiously, "brother ye, hurry up!"

Ye Kong didn't answer, walked to the door of the hall, stood outside in the light, and stood still.

Chu Fanglan thought Ye Kong was afraid, and she didn't want to do anything to Ye Kong. After all, ye Kong is ziyanlong's own disciple. If you attack Ye Kong, you may really force ziyanlong out.

So Chu Fanglan said, "Ye Kong, there's nothing for you here. This is the business of my painting sound demon sect and the Yan family. Don't worry."

Outside the hall, ye Kong moved, and another burst of thick purple smoke rose. He asked coldly in the smoke, "someone Ye is the son-in-law of the Yan family, which is known by all iron painting. How can it be nothing to me?"

Chu Fanglan laughed, "Ye Kong, now everyone knows that you are only falsely married to Yan Shuhui. I advise you not to go through this muddy water, otherwise..." Chu Fanglan sneered and burst out a few words, "you can't protect yourself!"

"Haha..." Ye Kong seemed to hear a joke, and burst into laughter in the smoke. With the vibration of his body, the purple smoke steaming all over his body was also shaking. This purple smoke is very strange, erupting from all parts of Ye Kong's body.

"What's so funny about you?" Chu Fanglan angrily said.

"I laugh at your boasting!"

Chu Fanglan also laughed, "you're talking big! You know what my realm is? I'm in the middle of my marriage! Don't play tricks here! I tell you it's difficult!"

Ye Kong replied, "I'm not in the mood to play tricks with you. Don't worry. In a moment, you will know whether it works or not!"

Chu Fanglan stepped forward, hugged her arm fiercely, and said with a smile, "I'd like to see what you're famous for. Hum, after a year's absence, is it difficult to become the ancestor of jiedan from a mortal?"

With that, she turned back and shouted at the disciples, "guard the sword array, don't let them escape!"

In the sword array, Yan Shuhui looked at Ye Kong and didn't go. She was even more anxious and shouted, "leave Ye Kong alone. It has nothing to do with you. It's our Yan Family's business. Go quickly! You've fought her, and you'll go back to the iron arm demon sect!"