The night was as dark as ink.

After escaping from Xuanling palace, Yang Fan went all the way north. I didn\'t dare to stop at all. I didn\'t have to adjust until all the yuan forces of my body were consumed.

Four hours passed and night fell at this time.

At this time, Yang Fan\'s face was tired, his injury was reversed, and Yuan Li was in deficit. It was terrible.

"Ma Dan, I almost took off this time. Fortunately, I broke through at the critical moment and woke up zongtianque. Otherwise, I don\'t know how to die." Yang Fan was secretly afraid.

What happened today is absolutely soul stirring, and Yang Fan was surprised.

But fortunately, everything is dangerous.

"I don\'t know where the little Firebird has gone with my mother now?" Yang Fan calmed down.

This is what he is most concerned about, but with the rosefinch, Yang Fan didn\'t worry too much. Although the rosefinch has never shown any means of attack, Yang Fan believes that even if it is congenital, it is impossible to keep the rosefinch.

A thin camel is bigger than a horse. At least it is an ancient divine beast. If the rosefinch doesn\'t want to exist, it\'s difficult for ordinary people to find it.

"Forget it, don\'t think so much. The top priority is to adjust your state first, and then look for your mother." Yang Fan pondered all the time and determined that his mother was safe now. Then he calmed down and began to summon the power of Wu soul and replenish yuan power.

As everyone knows, the Xuanling city has been completely boiling at this time.

Xuanling palace.

The huge Xuanling palace was empty and in a mess, only Yang Ye was standing in the dark.

"Lord, the second young master\'s heart is broken, and all the Dan masters in Xuanling city have nothing to do." Yang Zhong, the housekeeper of the palace, was panting and cautious.

"Yes." Yang Ye gave a sound and stopped talking. He didn\'t seem to care at all.

Suddenly, a cry appeared:

"Master, you must save ZHENG\'ER. ZHENG\'ER is a genius. That little beast dares to do so hard. It doesn\'t pay attention to the Xuanling Palace at all."

"And that bitch, all of whom are his good sons, has disgraced the face of our Xuanling palace."

A middle-aged woman was crying bitterly.

The dress is elegant, pink and Dai all over, and there are some colorful looks.

This person is Yang Zheng\'s biological mother.

But who knows, just now, Yang Ye was still silent. At this time, a resentment flashed in his eyes and suddenly turned around.

Pop!

Slapped him.

The middle-aged woman was directly stunned, covering her face with one hand and staring at her pupils.

"Master... What are you doing..." Yes, very low tone.

"Do you still have the face to cry? It\'s all you. If you didn\'t have a good son, why would I be today? I\'m blind and will put my hope on that bastard."

"Now it has caused the king to miss a gifted son, and may even provoke the Qingyang sect."

Yang Ye was furious, and the mood he had accumulated for a day finally broke out. At the moment, there was only endless regret in his heart. If, if he had not been so ruthless to Yang Fan\'s mother and son, Yang Fan was his pride. Now even if Yang Fan offends qingyangzong, his heart will be very excited.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. Since you have made a choice, you have to bear the consequences yourself.

"Yang Zhong, dismiss your family members. Before long, the Xuanling palace is afraid to usher in a disaster." Yang Ye said in a deep voice.

This is it. There\'s no other way.

Even if he doesn\'t want to, he must prepare for the worst.

At this time, what he didn\'t know was that in Murong\'s house, an action against Xuanling palace had been launched.

"Damn, ancient elder, in my opinion, Yang Fan is probably ordered by Yang Ye. It\'s all too coincidental." Murong batian said.

"Yes, elder, Yang Ye didn\'t do his best today. When he shot, if he really wanted to kill Yang Fan, the knife would never deviate." Murong slightly stepped forward at this time, adding.

"Yes, ancient elder, I think they probably deliberately let Yang Fan go because of his talent." Murong said softly.

At this time, today, it is a fatal humiliation for her. She is as proud as she. She wants to frustrate Yang Fan and pull her muscles out of her bones.

"Hum, whether this matter has something to do with Yang Ye or not, it offends my Qingyang sect. There is no need for Xuanling palace to exist."

"A mere Xuanling king is not worth caring about. Tomorrow, you three go back to Qingyang sect first. I will kill Yang Fan, a thief. I don\'t believe that a waste in the back martial arts can escape my pursuit." Gu Zhongtian said coldly.

But in fact, in my heart, I have moved my mind to Yang Fan.

Flying in the sky is a means that can only be possessed by people in Dan territory. So when Yang Fan showed his flying ability, in the heart of ancient heaven, in addition to anger, it was greed.

If he can get this kind of means against the sky, his combat effectiveness will certainly be improved to a higher level.

It is precisely because of this that the ancient Zhongtian let Murong minor and others go back first at this time.

Aside, Murong batian\'s eyes turned slightly.

As soon as Gu Zhongtian opened his mouth, he knew Gu Zhongtian\'s mind and hurriedly said:

"Elder Gu, I don\'t know what good fortune that little beast got to fly. However, he is a waste and doesn\'t deserve it at all. Only a respected elder like the elder deserves it. According to the old man, it\'s better to let them return first. The old man uses the power of the whole Murong family to search for the whereabouts of Yang Fan\'s little beast." Murong batian was so old and spicy that he guessed the mind of Gu Zhongtian and immediately patted his horse and said.

"Well, since the Murong family leader has a heart, I won\'t respect him. Don\'t worry. When we kill the little beast, we will call back our disciples and destroy the Xuanling Palace by ourselves. At that time, your Murong family will be the only master of Xuanling city." Gu Zhongtian said.

Hearing the speech, Murong batian was overjoyed and said:

"In this way, there will be more ancient elders."

The picture turns again, in the endless jungle.

Late at night, everything is silent. After nearly two hours of practice, the yuan power in the body finally recovered.

"Almost, at least now it has the ability to protect itself." Yang Fan looked inside. Seeing that the injury of his body had almost recovered and Yuan Li had gathered again, he decided to give up cultivation.

After all, his mother and rosefinch are still missing. Even if they die, they still have some confidence in rosefinch.

With this in mind, Yang Fan got up and prepared to leave.

But just then, a flash of fire suddenly cut through the jungle.

Step, step, step.

The sound of a horse\'s hoof came. It was very dense. As soon as you heard it, there were a lot of people.

"Come on, chase him. We can\'t let him run away. He dares to run wild in our Longyang mountain and seriously injures the young master. We must catch him alive." A roar came from the jungle.

Yang Fan was surprised and quickly hid his figure. Finally, he jumped up a big tree and wanted to observe what these people wanted to do.

But at this moment, a faint breath suddenly blew in Yang Fan\'s ear.

"Who?" Yang Fan turned sharply and was looking at each other with a pair of eyes.