Chapter 1037: Three hundred years

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Ye Fan naturally could not bear to refuse, even did not want to ask more, nodded: "I must try my best in the scope of my ability."
"Mr. Ye's words can definitely be done..." Ling Baiguang looked at Ling Yuwei in a complicated way and said: "I hope... Mr. Ye can take care of Yu Wei for her... Her mother walked early, I didn't Responsibility, not a good father..."
Ye Fan squatted, did not expect to entrust Ling Yuwei to him? !
Su Shixue on the side was also complex, but did not say anything.
Ling Yuwei cried, "Dad, don't say this! It's the daughter who doesn't filial to you! Old makes you angry!! Dad, don't leave me, okay..."
Ling Baiguang looked at Ye Fan and continued to ask: "Mr. Ye, can you promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don't let Yu Wei suffer..."
Ye Fan looked at Ling Yuwei, just as Ling Yuwei was looking back at him, the two eyes met and could not tell the complex feeling.
Ye Fan looked at Su Xiaoxue around him. What he was actually worried about was that Su Xiaoxue had an idea.
But Su Shixue smiled at him and nodded.
Ye Fan saw that the woman allowed it, and she did not have the heart to let Ling Baiguang die, so she said: "I know, Lingzhang, I promise you, as long as I can do it, I will not let Yu Wei suffer."
"Good... well..." Ling Baiguang’s eyes are getting more and more scattered, and the breath is weak. "I...believe you..."
When the last three words are finished, Ling Baiguang has no life.
Dozens of Lushan people on the scene, stunned.
Outside the gate, he suddenly flew over to an old man who was in a hurry and was servant.
The old man saw the scene inside the house, and screamed with a sigh of "white light"!
It was a clear wind, and 100,000 people rushed back, but could not see the last side of his son.
"Master! Master brother he left!" Li Lihong and other disciples cried out.
Ling Qingfeng walked to the sick bed and looked at Ling Baiguang, who had already left safely, and burst into tears.
"White sends black hair, why do you want to do this to my family, to my mountains!!"
Ling Yuwei also hugged with her grandfather, and the grandparents and grandchildren cried.
But when the people in the house were still extremely sad, Ye Fan suddenly realized that there was an unusual smell in the mountains behind Mount Lushan.
"Someone invaded!"
When Ye Fan finished, he ran out first.
When everyone heard Ye Fan say this, they all slammed the gods, and subconsciously thought that it would be the master who attacked Lushan again, and hurriedly followed.
Even Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei, who refused to take care of others, rushed to the back hill.
When Ye Fangang arrived in Houshan, he saw the bodies of seven or eight Yimenmen on the ground, all of which were burnt by the flames.
An old man in red and black robes and a gray hair was standing in front of the Tibetan swordsman, and looked at the people who were coming to the mountains.
"You are the one who attacked the head of the squad?" Ye Fan saw the old man and found that he could not see his cultivation, but from the feeling that the other side should be beyond the realm of meditation, it is probably the master of the dust. !
The old man said faintly: "Boy, you don't look like people in Lushan, how come, come here to do nothing?"
"Why attacked the Lushan faction, what organization are you?" Ye Fan remembers Su Xiaoxue said that all major factions have been attacked.
The old man did not have a good answer at all. He saw the people behind the Lushan faction, and he smiled and said: "I have come all the time. The old man waits for your staff to be neat and waits for impatient."
Under the leadership of Ling Qingfeng, the elders of Lushan Mountain held their own swords and were treated with rigor.
Ling Qingfeng glanced at the disciples who were burned to death. The brow was locked. "Who are you?"
"You are Ling Qingfeng?" asked the old man in red.
"Exactly", Ling Qingfeng's eyes are gloomy.
The old man seems to recall again, thinking for a while, said: "How many years has Ling Ling crossed?"
Ling Qingfeng stunned and said: "Do you know my grandfather!?"
Many elders and Lushanmen who were present were also shocked because Ling Jiuheng was the grandfather of the previous generation of Lushan, the grandfather of Ling Qingfeng.
This old man in red and black clothes is the same as Ling Jiuheng! ?
The old man did set his hand. "I don't know. I just guessed. Since you are a great elder now, your grandfather should have left."
But... Well, I am a little bit sympathetic with Ling Taiyuan, but unfortunately he is sick, or it is estimated that you will not fall to this day."
As soon as this was said, Ling Qingfeng’s face was white, and his eyes were full of shock.
Like most people in Lushan, Ye Fan is completely unclear. What does this mean?
Ling Yuwei also stopped crying at this moment, hesitating and asked: "Grandpa, he said Ling Taiyuan, is the genius ancestor of our Ling family more than three hundred years ago?"
Ling Qingfeng nodded hard and said: "It should be the ancestor... The ancestors of Taiyuan are said to have reached the perfection of the gods at the age of twenty and understand the sword.
It is a pity that the realm of meditation, and ultimately the physical body of the fetus, and at that time medical treatment is not as developed as it is now, after he died of incurable disease, the young died young, leaving only one son."
"How come... How could he know with our ancestors three hundred years ago?" Ling Yuwei could not set the channel.
The red-haired old man laughed happily: "Little girl, old man, I am just three hundred years older than you. What's so fussing?"
The martial arts that you worship are boundless and live for more than five hundred years. Is it only allowed him to remain untouched in the world?

Ye Fan Yi Yi, Ye Wuya? Valkyrie?
At first, the atmospheric tyrant and the demon prisoner also asked him what relationship with Ye Wuya...
Do you really have a relationship with the of war...
Ye Fan fell into meditation for a moment, and the sounds around him seemed to be inaudible.
Ling Qingfeng's look changed: "Since you are an old predecessor and have a relationship with our ancestors, why do you want to harm our people in Lushan and Lingjia!!?"
The old man laughed and said: "The little guy, to blame, blame the martial gods you admire. If it weren't for his hypocritical face, the bad deeds that were made three hundred years ago, we are not interested in the descendants of the deceased!
Sooner or later, you will understand that you are helping others, and you are admiring a world of demons! !

"I don't know what you are talking about, if you are suffering in front of the Valkyrie, then you should look for the Valkyrie, and now it is so devastating, what is the predecessor?" Ling Qingfeng angered.
The old man sighed in the sky. "You are right. If the old man can have a blade, he will be willing to go to fight with him. Even if the jade is burned, he will not hesitate... zgsgq6gphwsr6vecaooqaxzxulnoykhfto4tfxtir2or1vr37ffz48qmxtl/au9bce7heuymvlmdayuf9rxf3q
It is a pity that the old man believes that the devil is far from being able to defeat... To defeat him, naturally he can only think of other ways.