V2.Chapter 465

"What happened?" In the courtyard, Yu Wan asked Xiang Xiang, who looked a little worried.

Jinghong frowned and said, "It's the head of the Sikong family. He took the guards of the Sikong family to the Sang family to take revenge."

"He?" Yu Wan was stunned. If she remembered correctly, Patriarch Sikong was also seriously injured. He was completely disabled in martial arts, and has yet to recover. Why did he go to the Sang family in such a hurry to take revenge?

Jinghong speculated: "He must think that the Sang family has no Rakshasa king, and so many high-level Asura kings have died, and their strength is not as good as before, and he must catch the Sang family before the Sang family master can refine a new master. annihilated."

Yu Wan nodded thoughtfully: "It's not wrong to plan this way, the Sang family is insidious and cunning, it is indeed better to deal with them sooner rather than later."

However, the casualties of Sikong's family and Mingshan were also very heavy. Otherwise, they would not have been staying in Chaoyang Hall all the time.

"Does Young Master Sikong know about this?" Yu Wan asked.

Jinghong sighed: "I know, it was because the eldest son couldn't persuade Patriarch Sikong, so he sent someone to Chaoyang Hall to report the news. He went with Patriarch himself."

He is a filial man. It seems that after this battle, the hearts of the father and son have also opened up a lot. The Sikong Patriarch sacrificed his life to save the eldest son, and entrusted the Sikong family to him before he thought he died. Sikong Changfeng has more hearts. The resentment disappeared.

Yu Wan was relieved that the father and son had released their previous suspicions, but she was also worried about the next situation of the two. The Sang family stole from the Sikong family more than a recipe for refining the Rakshasa King, and its weapons were also good. Even the elixir to improve the skill, I am afraid that it is the inheritance of the Wu clan. Are they really so easy to deal with with a strong inheritance?

"What should I do, ma'am?" Jinghong asked anxiously.

"How long have they been gone?" Yu Wan asked.

"Half a cup of tea," Jinghong said.

"You send someone to chase first, if you catch up, say... it's the meaning of the ancestors, let them stand by and don't act rashly; if you can't catch up... If you can't catch up, let's talk, don't put yourself on the line Go in." Yu Wan doesn't like fearless sacrifice, every life is precious in her eyes.

Jinghong never took his own life as a thing. He was from Mingshan. For Mingshan, he could risk his life without any scruples. This was the first time someone told him to let him be better live.

Jinghong wanted to say, shouldn't it be right to die for the master? The words reached his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

He should have seen long ago that this little master is different from any master he has ever seen. In her eyes, there seems to be no distinction between superiors and inferiors. Let this small body, which obviously has no martial arts, exude unspeakable power.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Yu Wan asked when he saw that he didn't move.

"Ah, no... it's all right." Jinghong returned to his senses and cupped his hands at Yu Wan, "Then I'll go first."

Yu Wan nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Jinghong went non-stop, and Yu Wan didn't know that the little disciple's heart was going back and forth a thousand times. She thought about the fact that Patriarch Sikong was looking for the Sang family, and unknowingly came to the door of the secret room.

"Oops." She held her stomach in one hand and patted her forehead with the other, "Why did I forget that Yan Jiuchao was in retreat? It bothers him at this hour..."

Before she finished speaking, her stomach moved.

A certain little four communicated weakly with the old father through the stone gate using the holy king Weiya.

boom -

The stone door opened.

Yu Wan looked at Yan Jiuchao who appeared in front of her in astonishment.

Yan Jiuchao said, "What happened?"

"I didn't disturb you, did you?" Yu Wan heard that it's best not to disturb people when they are practicing, otherwise, it's easy to get distracted.

Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, "I'm fine, are those little guys making trouble again?"

"It's not them, it's Patriarch Sikong." Yu Wan told Yan Jiuchao about killing him in the Sang family, "Patriarch Sang released King Rakshasa's blood and got the blood pill of Little Rakshasa, who knows what he will do again. What kind of tricks are playing, I am afraid that the Sikong Patriarch still underestimates his strength."

Yu Wan's expectations were right, the action of the family head Sikong leading people to clear the Sang family was almost dead. In what way, a terrifying blood Asura was refined!

The strength of King Shura combined with the repairing power of Blood Rakshasa made this group of masters invincible from the moment they appeared.

Seeing the one-sided situation, Patriarch Sikong widened his eyes in disbelief.

He didn't expect that the Sang family would be able to come up with such a group of masters after suffering heavy losses. It was over. In order to exterminate the Sang family, he brought all the elites of the Sikong family. It seemed that he was going to lose everything today!

The head of the Sang family stood under the majestic plaque, looked at him contemptuously, and said, "I think who is arrogant in the Sang family, it turns out that it is you, just because you want to destroy the Sang family? It's too self-sufficient!"

If Old Ancestor Sikong came, he might still be a little scared, but how could a few Asura kings be able to help him?

Let him guess, why did Patriarch Sikong not come?

Could it be that... in order to save King Rakshasa, he made himself half-dead?

Although Patriarch Sang didn't guess the process, he guessed the result. Patriarch Sikong really couldn't use his skills to fight in the short term. This is why Patriarch Sikong made a decision without asking Patriarch. As for Yan Jiuchao, He had to stay to guard Mingshan, and he couldn't be called away easily.

The Sang family master had a panoramic view of the complex color that flashed on the face of the Sikong family master, laughed three times, and said, "Sure enough, you have no masters in Mingshan. If you don't come today, I will not know this secret. , very good, when I kill you, I will go and pay Sikong's house and Mingshan!"

What does it mean to take advantage of your illness to kill you, that's all.

Mingshan is not so easy to deal with, he is also waiting for the opportunity, and now, Sikong Ye and King Rakshasa are both injured, there is no more favorable time.

Patriarch Sikong was deeply remorseful. He had known this before, so he listened to Changfeng and didn't come to the Sang family to die. Now that's fine, not only would they die, but also the ancestors.

The head of the Sikong family said to the eldest son, "I'll stop him, Chang Feng, you immediately rush back to Mingshan and escort the ancestors to evacuate!"

The head of the Sang family sneered: "Don't even think about leaving!"

After saying that, he made a kill gesture, and the masters of the Sang family swarmed up and surrounded Sikong Changfeng.

"No—" Patriarch Sikong suddenly changed color.

Just as the blood asuras of the Sang family were about to launch their ultimate move against Sikong Changfeng, a powerful coercion attacked not far away, like an invisible ripple, spreading all the way to the center of the battlefield, the blood asuras of the Sang family. After a while, Sikong Changfeng was rescued by a huge internal force.

"With so many masters playing against a fledgling boy, only your Sang family would be so shameless."

Accompanied by a light-hearted man's voice, a Luan, which was carried by sixteen Chaoyang Hall disciples in the air, swept over in a hurry and landed in front of the Sikong family's camp, blocking the Sikong family master and Sikong Changfeng. behind.

Luan Jia is luxurious and exquisite, but more delicate than Luan Jia is the man above Luan Jia.

He is dressed in a black robe, tall and straight as loose, his face as jade, and his temperament as orchid as bamboo. Everyone who has seen this scene feels that there is no more handsome and noble man in the world than him. breath.

The Sang family master naturally recognized who he was.

The youngest great-grandson-in-law of Patriarch Sikong, Yan Jiuchao!

What happened to this kid?

Why can I practice Sikong's longevity formula?

What's more, after not seeing him for a few days, this kid's aura of longevity seems to be stronger again.

The heart of the Sang family instinctively swelled up for a while, but the worst thing was not this, but after Yan Jiuchao took off his wide sleeves, a little guy sitting beside him was revealed, not a little Rakshasa... Who is it?

Patriarch Sang stumbled a bit!

Little Rakshasa has no blood pills, how can he still live intact?

Could it be... the Rakshasa King dug his blood pill to it?

But even so, it shouldn't recover so quickly!

Look at its ruddy face, where does it look like it lost a blood pill not long ago?

When Little Rakshasa saw Patriarch Sang at first glance, he recognized it as the big bastard who dazed himself, locked himself in a cage, and then chased him and King Rakshasa. Little Rakshasa bared his teeth fiercely!

The Sang family only thought that he had seen a ghost. How did this little thing... survive? !

Yan Jiuchao ignored his surprise, lightly brushed off his wide sleeves, found a comfortable position on the chariot, and said lightly to the little Rakshasa, "Repay your own revenge yourself. No Shura? Take them to practice your hands first, don't kill them all at once."

Little Rakshasa tugged at the corners of his lips, and with a swoosh, he slammed into the blood asuras!