Volume 1, Chapter 202: Come and seek refuge.
Parting is certainly sad, but we still have to go on.
In the side courtyard, Ye Tingmu had just woken up in the morning and had not yet had time to recite.
Then he sat down with Xu Ping'an and Feng He.
It's time to tell Feng He about his life experience.
At this point, there is no need to hide it anymore.
Feng He was obviously a little confused. He looked at his elder brother and then at Xu Ping'an in front of him.
Xu Ping'an, one of the thirty-six saints, sixth-level saint, and the master of the Zhaixing Palace.
He has long sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and there is an indescribable elegant and implicit beauty.
It is very comfortable to get along with him.
Ye Tingmu was the first to break the silence.
"Now that things have come to this, Second Brother, I won't hide it from you anymore. You are actually a member of the royal family, and a prince, the fourth prince of His Majesty, and the future emperor."
Feng He's mouth twitched.
"Brother, stop making trouble. Didn't you say that I was the reincarnation of the Sword God?"
Xu Pingan took over.
"Your Highness, he is right. You are indeed the fourth son of the current emperor, named Chao Yi."
"Because of certain circumstances, you were sent out of the palace at a young age, and there has been no news since then. I have been searching for you for fifteen years, and today I have finally found you, Your Highness. Xu Ping'an has lived up to the young lady's trust."
Feng He was speechless.
Instead, he frowned and thought.
In fact, it is difficult for anyone to accept such a thing.
There is always something to digest.
Feng He said: "So, brother, Ye Village is because of me..."
Although Feng He is reckless and doesn't like to think, it doesn't mean he is stupid.
Ye Tingmu patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. It happened and no one wants it to happen."
Feng He clenched his fists, making crackling sounds.
There was even more hostility in his eyes.
"Who did it?"
Ye Tingmu spoke frankly.
"The Northern Rogue King, but he's dead."
Feng He gritted his teeth secretly.
Then he stood up and went outside.
He believed what his elder brother said and always did.
Since the eldest brother said that he is, then he is.
"Second brother, what are you doing?"
Feng He didn't even turn around.
"I'm going to avenge the six hundred lives lost in Yejia Village."
Ye Tingmu was speechless. He knew this would happen.
This is Feng He’s heart knot.
But now that the Northern Maniac King is dead, who can we seek revenge on?
He grabbed Feng He's hand.
"Feng He, listen to me, the Northern Maniac King is dead."
Feng He turned around, a smile on his lips. It wasn't a smile, but a creepy viciousness.
"Brother, is the life of the Northern Rogue King enough?"
When Ye Tingmu heard the words, his expression was shocked.
Yes, is one life of the Northern Maniac King enough?
Obviously it is not enough.
There are more than 600 people in Yejia Village.
Feng He is not stupid. King Beimang gave the order, so where are the people who are going to do all this?
And who is he doing this for?
It's all for Chao Yu, and the person who does the job must be in Beimang Mansion.
He didn't know who it was, but he could kill them all.
Ye Tingmu looked at Feng He with eyes filled with self-blame, restlessness, and anger.
He naturally knew what his brother wanted to do.
He loosened his grip.
He said seriously: "Okay, big brother will go with you."
Feng He nodded heavily.
"kindness."
As they spoke, the two brothers headed out of the house.
As soon as the door was opened, a group of Wanjin people who were hiding outside and eavesdropping rushed in.
“Ouch…”
Ye Tingmu shook his head helplessly.
He Fenghe walked away through the crowd.
Yue Mingfeng carries a long sword on his back.
"I'll accompany you."
Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily.
"OK."
Xu Ping'an didn't stop him either.
But followed.
Jinghong and a few others were originally going there.
But he was scolded by Ye Tingmu.
Dahei looked at the two aggressive Ye brothers.
He shook his head helplessly, "What a sin! It looks like the Northern Rogue Palace is going to be in big trouble today."
When the Northern Mang King died, all the monkeys scattered.
Now Ye Tingmu knows that he can beat a saint, and now another saint has come.
With his style of doing things, needless to say, let alone the people from the Beimang Palace, he might even be able to kill the Third Prince today.
The world only knows Feng Hemang.
Only he knew that Ye Tingmu was even more reckless than Feng He.
It doesn't matter who taught Feng He.
The only difference is that Ye Tingmu's recklessness is confident, while Feng He's is purely blind recklessness.
Let him be. I think my action last night should have been able to intimidate the people behind the eldest prince.
Outside the Dongfang family avenue at this time.
Twelve figures gathered together.
They are all the twelve elders of Fengyue Tinghai Sect.
Several people wanted to join Ye Tingmu last night, but they still hesitated.
Later, he received news that his sect leader had died. The guy was shocked and began to worry about his future.
Especially this morning, Hua Zhilu's words once again strengthened their resolve.
"Boss, will they want us?"
"I think it's uncertain. Their brothers and sisters are either princes or saints, and saints are coming in so fast. They probably won't look down on us, right?"
"I think you can be more confident and remove the word 'should'?"
A group of people were talking to each other.
The leader was so upset after hearing this, wondering when did the late stage of the Divine Wandering Realm become so worthless.
I'm afraid others won't see me.
But to be honest, he was also a little nervous.
But he still said: "Don't talk nonsense, how can we know if we don't try? Isn't he also a true essence? We are at the peak of the divine journey after all, right?"
"Boss, I'm not saying this, but you heard people say that Shangyun Shusheng killed Shenyou just like he killed a chicken. Shenyou, what do you think of him..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"Stop talking, here I come."
As far as they could see, three figures were coming towards them.
The leader was Shangyun scholar, Ye Tingmu.
Ye Tingmu also saw them.
I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.
The reason is simple: these people are all wearing clothes from Fengyue Tinghai Sect.
The strength is all at the peak of the divine journey.
What confused him was that in broad daylight, these little rascals might want to attack the Dongfang family and kill him.
This is somewhat confident.
Or stupid.
Yue Mingfeng also had cold eyes.
"What should the twelfth elder of Fengyue Tinghai Sect do?"
Naturally, he recognized the other person.
Although Ye Tingmu was very surprised, he was too lazy to think about it. Since it came to his doorstep, he might as well fight.
Just chop it off.
The lightning at his waist suddenly burst out of his body.
With a bang, a sharp black light emerged.
"They were all killed."
Upon hearing this, Feng He and Yue Ming Feng also drew their swords and knives.
Then the three of them began to charge.
The twelve people on the opposite side were stunned, and clearly felt that something was wrong.
"Boss, what's going on......"
"Fuck, this is going to take action."
The group of people were in a panic. Before they could even say anything, the other party drew his knife and was about to chop them.
And the leader, Ye Tingmu, had electric light raging in his hands at this moment.
It looked like they were about to kill us.
The leading elder didn't care about anything else and just fell to his knees with a thud.
He shouted loudly: "Yang San, the grand elder of the 12th sect of the Fengyue Tinghai Sect, has come to seek refuge with Shangyun Scholar."
The sudden scene caught Ye Tingmu off guard.
One of them failed to brake in time and almost fell to the ground.
"What the hell....what the hell."
The three stopped charging, looking confused.
The remaining eleven people all knelt on the ground at this time.
They shouted one after another, wanting to come and take refuge.
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