Han Xunqian smiled and said, "Mingchan, Xiao Yi didn't slip away, nor did I catch him back. He went back to rescue the three of us. This time, thanks to Xiao Yi, the three of us were able to escape. "
Lin Mingchan and everyone in the Phoenix Demon Hall who heard the sound were all surprised.
Can this young man save three kings?
What is the origin of this person?
Curiosity arose in a large group of people.
"Xiao Yi? Hey, isn't the person most wanted in the Ning family called Xiao Yi?"
"Is it him?"
Everyone whispered and became more curious.
At this time, a young man approached Xiao Yi in surprise. He looked at Xiao Yi up and down and said with a weird look: "You are also called Xiao Yi?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback and laughed: "Why, is there anyone else called Xiao Yi?"
The young man smiled and said, "It's true. I have a servant. He is also called Xiao Yi."
Xiao Yi raised his brows, servant?
When he saw the youth, he looked a bit like Wang Meng, and he immediately understood.
This young man must be Wang Sheng, the son of Wang Meng, and the servant in his mouth must be Chu Soul!
Xiao Yi didn't expect that after Chu Soul came to the Ninth God Realm, he would become Wang Sheng's servant...
This guy, thief enough, has become so low-key.
Xiao Yi smiled and said, "There are actually many people with the same name and surname."
Wang Sheng grinned and said, "Yes, for example, it is called Wang Sheng. There are no one hundred in the Ninth Divine Realm, but eighty."
At this time Han Xunqian smiled and said, "Wang Sheng, do you know how he is related to you?"
Wang Sheng stunned: "I have something to do with Xiao Yi? Oh, yes, just now Senior Sister Lin called him Junior Brother Xiao, so naturally he and I are in the same school."
Lin Mingchan smiled and said, "You and Xiao Yi are indeed the same school, and he is still your father's little disciple."
"What?" Wang Sheng was startled, and said in astonishment: "Isn't Junior Brother Guan Qing? How come you become Junior Brother Xiao Yi?"
Lin Mingchan smiled and said: "Junior Brother Xiao, everyone should be very curious about your identity, you should explain it yourself!"
Xiao Yi nodded, and then said what he had said to Lin Mingchan before...
Knowing that Xiao Yi turned out to be the disciple accepted by Wang Meng's remnant soul in the Lower Realm Soul Continent, all the disciples under Wang Meng's school walked out excitedly.
"Little Junior Brother, I am your senior brother Duan Tong! You have found a home when you come here!" Duan Tong was a warm bear hug towards Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi felt a little embarrassed...
The Duan Tong in his memory was still a little boy. He was often lazy because of his practice. Wang Meng beat his to blossom...
Duan Tong now has a face full of scum, and his appearance is much rougher.
"Little brother, I am your second brother Huang Hao!"
"Little Junior Brother, I'm Third Sister Yang Xiao!"
"Little Junior Brother, I am you..."
There were more than 30 people in a row, hugging Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi felt helpless, and even pretended to be very happy and excited...
Just hold it for a fart, shouldn't you, as seniors and sisters, give a meeting gift or something?
Finally, Xiao Yi knew his ranking under Wang Meng's name. He was the 38th disciple under Wang Meng's school...
However, his status is higher than most senior brothers and sisters. Because of the Emperor's Code of Ten Thousand Poisons he cultivated, and among these people, except for Wang Sheng and Wang Jia, the others practiced the Thousand Poison Kung fu.
Wang Sheng is the son of Wang Meng and Wang Jia is the daughter of Wang Meng.
Knowing that Xiao Yi was his father's little disciple, and that he was also cultivating the Imperial Codex of Ten Thousand Poisons, and that he was still so young and handsome, Wang Jia's eyes were different when he saw Xiao Yi on the spot.
Xiao Yi was a little scared by Wang Jia's eyes, this girl, it's not right, it's this sister, don't look at him!
In terms of seniority, Xiao Yi is already Wang Jia's grandfather...
Xiao Yi was a little bit painful, this relationship seemed a bit messy.
After confessing to these brothers and sisters, Lin Mingchan teased and said: "Xiao Yi, you see, everyone is so enthusiastic about you. Or else, you can take your wife's family to the Ninth God Realm. In the Ninth Divine Realm, no one dares to offend our Phoenix Demon Temple, so you don't have to worry about their safety."
Lin Mingchan was saying this, there were hurried footsteps from outside the temple, and someone shouted in a hurry: "Old Gong! Old Gong!"
Above the main hall, an old man with white beard has been smiling and looking at the juniors below. When he heard the shouts from outside the hall, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in shock: "Lin Yue, what's the matter?"
While talking, the old man's figure flashed and disappeared from the hall.
Cai Tong, Jiang Chen, Han Xunqian and others also heard that the person who shouted was Lin Yue, and they all rushed to the outside of the hall.
Xiao Yi's heart was shocked: "Could someone still have an accident?"
Xiao Yi followed Lin Mingchan, Wang Sheng and others, also rushed outside the hall.
On the large square outside the temple, it is also the place where the Tongtian Move Array is located.
Those who came back from the empty passage of the mall, all looked anxiously guarding the edge of the square.
In the center of the square, there are only Gong Cheng, Lin Yue, Jiang Lei, Tao Xing, Yun Xin, Bing Leng, and the black dress woman Feng Yier lying in a pool of blood...
Seeing Feng Yi'er lying in a pool of blood, his face extremely pale, Xiao Yi's face changed drastically, and his heart trembled fiercely.
"What's the matter! Feng Yi'er suffered such a serious injury!" Xiao Yi gritted his teeth secretly.
For some reason, seeing Feng Yi'er injured, he felt heartache.
The various memories of Chu Ling and Feng Yi'er also became clearer in his memory...
"You can't die!" Xiao Yi roared sharply in his heart. Just as he was about to step forward, Lin Mingchan held him pale and whispered: "Junior Brother Xiao, don't go there. There is a palace veteran, the lord. Nothing will happen! If you go by this time, you just add to the chaos."
Gong Cheng quickly checked Feng Yi'er's injuries, and quickly fed Feng Yi'er a few pills.
After taking the pill, Feng Yi'er's complexion slightly improved.
"Old Gong, how is it?" Lin Yue asked in a trembling voice.
Gong Cheng's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The Lord of the Palace was hit in the back by the aura of the Emperor Sword. From the point of view of the injury, it should be the body guard of the Palace Lord that blocked most of the aura of the Emperor Sword. The air of the sword hit the flesh, marking out this wound. If it was an ordinary knife wound, the palace owner would have sealed the wound, but the aura of the emperor sword was too domineering, and with the cultivation of the palace owner, he could not remove the aura of the emperor sword. Forced out of the body, so this wound is always difficult to heal."
Lin Yue gritted his teeth and said: "We all know this, I just want to know, how can we save the Lord now!"
Gong Cheng's face was embarrassed.
Although he is a king-level alchemist, but he wants to clear Shang Hanpo's imperial sword energy, he has no confidence to do it.
"Old man... helpless." Gong Cheng said with a look of guilt.
Everyone who heard these words paled instantly.
Du Zun is gone, Feng Yi'er is the pillar of their hearts!
If this pillar falls again, they will have no support...
