Chapter 1252: Hands-on

Looking back now, he also suddenly realized that when he came to the Yanjin clan with Emperor Lin, the master directly approached the patriarch of the Yanjin clan for the Yanjin Seal.
In Wei Ziliang's eyes, the purpose of his master begging for the flame gold seal was just to take a look, which was pure curiosity.
Just like myself, I was full of curiosity about the Horcrux that was a symbol of inheritance as the head of the Yanjin clan.
But in this situation, after hearing what Lin Qian said, in retrospect, I am afraid that the truth of the matter is not as simple as I thought.
What kind of secrets must be hidden in this flame gold seal, and this secret, the Nether Clan who sneaked into the flame gold clan in disguise, also knew.
The purpose of his sneaking in was to do everything possible to get this flame gold seal.
After enlightening his mind, Wei Ziliang looked at Yan Rulie's gaze and changed: "Why, little master, do you want me to take action?"
"It should be done, but the target is not this person." At this point, Lin Qian's gaze inadvertently glanced at the location of the four-eyed spirit race. "After all, there is more than just this kind of ghost race in this hall. Bit."
After hearing Lin Qian's words, Wei Ziliang's expression changed, and then he woke up.
"How, Lie'er, what are you thinking about now?" The Nether Race, who pretended to be Yan Zhengfei, still said aloud, bewitching Yan Rulie in front of him, persuading him to make a choice quickly.
Yan Rulie still maintained a look of grief and indignation, but in his eyes, there was a hint of struggle, and the feeling that seemed to be carefully considering whether to agree to Yan Zhengfei's request.
It was just in his heart that he thought to himself how long this acting would last, and when his father would heal.
If it weren't for meeting Lin Qian and getting the medicine to heal his father from his hands, he might still really agree to the other party now.
Even if it was this Nether Clan who pretended to be Yan Zhengfei, he couldn't expect that an accident would happen.
Because, with a shout, resounding in this hall, no one had reacted.
"Do it!"
Following Lin Qian's order, Wei Ziliang beside him suddenly became troubled and rushed towards the presence of the Four-eyed Spirit Race near the entrance of the temple.
With the spirit energy in his body erupting, Wei Ziliang's speed was incredibly fast, and he was approaching the four-eyed spirit clan who had come on this trip without even being armed with an elementary weapon.
After approaching the opponent, Wei Ziliang couldn't help breaking up, and he reached out and poked at the opponent.
The momentum is not limited, but it is powerful, the surrounding space is solidly squeezed, and the great strength makes these four-eyed spirit races have no ability to resist.
"Ah!" The scream of the four-eyed spirit race resounded in the hall instantly, and many people looked sideways, unbearable.
I saw that the four eyes of the four-eyed spirit tribe were blood flowing, and they were directly blinded by Wei Ziliang.
You know, this is a powerful person who enters the Dao realm, and the body guard spirit is so easily broken, and he blinds his eyes.
Even when Wei Ziliang shot from start to finish, no one could capture his figure.
By the time the reaction came, the four-eyed spirit clan prince was already blind.
There is no earth-shattering power, no majestic, dazzling spirit burst. Just rushed to stab the opponent blindly, simple and straightforward, quickly and neatly.
The Flame Palace, after all, is the main palace of the Yanjin Clan. If there is a forceful fight here, it will be Lin Qian himself who will destroy and distress.
Now this Flame Palace belongs to the Yanjin Clan. Soon after the Yanjin Clan is merged into the Huaxia Empire, isn't this the empire?
In general, it is still their own thing, it is a pity that it is damaged.
The moment Wei Ziliang acted, Yan Yifei, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and dying, opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a faint golden light under the flames lingering all over his body.
Yan Yifei soared into the sky, rushing directly to Yan Zhengfei's position, and blasted past with a palm, which instantly turned into a violent flame, enveloped the opponent's body, unavoidable.
The scorching flames raged up, and the raging flames burned Yan Zhengfei.
A palm is infinitely powerful, but he is controlled in a small area, and it does not affect this hall. .
In their realm, if they really fought, it would be the earth moving mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon would be dark. But if it is controlled, it can be flat, as if nothing happened.
However, pay attention to the first to start.
Just like Wei Ziliang, he took the lead to control the situation in his own hands. If this is not the case, the fire between the two sides will start, and the earth will shake, and the entire Flame Palace may have disappeared.
Yan Yifei took a palm and returned to his original position, staring ahead.
Yan Rulie, who was not far away, looked at his father excitedly, with joy in his eyes.
This is what he wanted to see in his dreams over the years. At this moment, it finally came true.
The elders around were also dumbfounded, seeing the situation in front of them.
Originally, his patriarch was still lying on the bed, looking like he was about to die, but now he is alive, is it a dream?
Or is it that the previous situation of the patriarch was simply pretended?
However, when Yan Yifei appeared in front of them safe and sound, the faces of these elders were full of joy.
Because facing people like Yan Zhengfei, they are naturally more willing that the situation has not changed, and they still serve Yan Yifei.
For people like Yan Zhengfei, who tried to murder his elder brother when he didn't agree with him, following him was also frightened.
"Father, you are finally awake." After seeing his father, Yan Rulie could not restrain the emotions in his heart, tears burst into his eyes after seeing his father really awake.
"What are you crying? Don't let the young master watch the joke beside him." Looking at the state of his baby boy, Yan Yifei also patted the boy's head in an angry manner.
Originally, Yan Rulie was most disgusted with his father patting his head, and in the past he often quarreled about this matter.
But in the past few years, he couldn't wait for his father to heal and get up and slap his head.
"Patriarch, are you all right?"
"It's fine, this man, wolfish ambition, I didn't expect it."
"It's a pity, this child Zhengfei, if he had a good behavior in the past, why is it now..." Looking at the figure in the flames, the oldest elder sighed with emotion.
However, Yan Yifei, who was standing next to him, frowned and said coldly: "This person is not Zhengfei, but someone else is pretending to be the patriarch of our Yanjin clan!"
When Yan Yifei said this, the elders around were shocked and puzzled.
The onlookers only knew that it was lively, but they didn't expect that Yan Zhengfei, who pretended to be Yan Yifei, was also pretending to be.