The Lord of the North City nodded. He didn't expect that so many things had happened during the time when he lost his mind. "Where are Sect Master Su and Sect Master Zhan?" He must thank them very much. Without them, he would have become a puppet now.
"They went out to buy something and should be back soon." Tian Fengxun said. He was also full of gratitude towards Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
"Who are you?" At this time, Ye Xiaorou's panicked voice came from outside.
"I'll go out and take a look." Tian Fengxun walked outside quickly.
When he came outside, he saw Ye Xiaorou lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. Three powerful old men, leading more than 20 cultivators with strength above the Spirit Severing Stage, stood not far away and looked at him coldly.
"Who are you?" Tian Fengxun stepped forward, looking at the other party with a cold gaze, and released his aura at the same time. Now he no longer needed to hide his cultivation.
"You're the one who killed our young master and injured our patriarch?" The Great Elder glanced at Tian Fengxun with a hint of disdain. He was just a cultivator in the late Fusion stage; he could easily crush him. How could the patriarch be defeated by such a person?
"Are you from the Man family in Haiman City?" Tian Fengxun immediately guessed the identity of the visitor.
"That's right! Where are the other two? Call them out, so we don't have to fight twice," the elder said solemnly. He had used his spiritual sense to check and saw that there was only a middle-aged man and a young man in the room. They were probably not the two people the patriarch mentioned.
Ye Ling came out of his cultivation state and heard someone talking outside. He stood up and walked out. He saw Tian Fengxun who was confronting the Man family. He was about to ask Tian Fengxun who the other party was when he caught a glimpse of Ye Xiaorou lying on the ground.
"Xiao Rou." Ye Ling's face changed, and he quickly rushed towards Ye Xiao Rou, helped Ye Xiao Rou up from the ground, and held her in his arms, "Xiao Rou, wake up, don't scare your brother, Xiao Rou."
Ye Xiaorou didn't react at all, not even her eyelashes trembled.
Ye Ling slowly extended his trembling fingers and felt Ye Xiaorou's breath. Tears rolled down his face uncontrollably, falling drop by drop onto the cold ground. "Xiaorou, I'll avenge you."
Slowly putting Ye Xiaorou down, Ye Ling stood up, glaring at everyone in the Man family with bloodshot eyes, "Did you kill my sister? I want you to be buried with her."
As he spoke, he took out the halberd that Zhan Yihan had given him and rushed towards the Great Elder and his group. He knew that he was no match for them, but he would fight them to the death even if he could only injure them a little bit.
"Ye Ling." Tian Fengxun wanted to stop Ye Ling, but saw that the third elder had already taken action.
Ye Ling was blown away like a kite with a broken string. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his head tilted and he died.
Tian Fengxun retracted his gaze and glared angrily at the Great Elder and his group. He raised his hand and swung a mirror, throwing it at everyone. "I'm going to fight you!"
The mirror emitted a green light in the air, covering everyone.
The twenty or so Spirit Severing Stage cultivators of the Man family immediately showed painful expressions on their faces, and their eyes gradually lost focus.
The Great Elder sneered, raising his hand and waving a golden ring. He was just a fusion cultivator, so how could he fight him? He wasn't in a hurry to destroy him, wanting to wait for the other two to return before destroying them together.
The golden ring was spinning in the sky, emitting a huge suction force, which sucked the mirror that was emitting green light into it.
Tian Fengxun's expression changed, and he took out the talisman Su Jinyue had given him and threw it to everyone. He had heard that there was a magic weapon that could absorb the magic of others, and the other party's golden ring should be the legendary Qiankun Circle.
After taking a pill, the Lord of the North City stumbled outside. He knew that even if he went out now, he would not be able to help, but he had to go out, even if he knew that going out would mean death.
When he walked out of the door, he saw Tian Fengxun attacking the other party with a talisman, so he took out his own talisman and threw it at the other party. He only hoped that this talisman could delay some time and last until Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan returned.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan walked into the alley while laughing. Seeing people running out of the alley, they immediately knew what had happened.
They quickly sent out their spiritual senses, and upon seeing the situation in the courtyard, their expressions changed simultaneously. They took a step forward and disappeared on the spot. They hadn't expected that the Man family would come before they even went to find them. The fact that they were able to enter the courtyard with ease suggested that they also had a formation master.
Sensing Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan's consciousness, the Great Elder sneered. Finally!
Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue walked into the yard and saw the dead Ye brothers and sisters, the wounded Tian Fengxun and Lord Bei, and anger burned in their eyes.
"You're finally back. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The Great Elder glanced up and down at Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan. He really couldn't see what was so special about these two people. The Patriarch must have underestimated them before, which was why he fell into their trap.
Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue didn't waste any words. With a flick of their hands, the formation flags and talismans flew out quickly, trapping everyone in the Man family in the formation.
"Do you think you can trap us with a formation?" The Seventh Elder looked at Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan sarcastically. He was also a ninth-level formation master. If the other party wanted to trap them with a formation, it would depend on whether he was willing or not.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan ignored the Seventh Elder and continued to scatter formation flags and talismans. Their formation was derived from the Supreme Art, and while it looked like any other formation, it held a hidden secret.
"Seventh brother, are you sure?" the elder asked worriedly. The head of the family had suffered losses at the hands of the other party before.
"Don't you know the level of my formation?" The Seventh Elder smiled confidently. He had already seen through the other party's formation. He only needed a few formation flags to break it, and then he would see the despair on their faces. Before he left the clan, the head of the clan had instructed him to capture the two cultivators alive if possible, but if not, to grind them to dust and scatter their souls.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan stopped, staring at each other coldly. This time, they would make sure the other party had no chance of returning, and then go to Haiman City to settle the score with Man Batian.
"The level of your formation is just so-so." As the Seventh Elder spoke, he waved several formation flags.
As the formation flags fell, crackling sounds emanated from the formation walls. The Seventh Elder smiled triumphantly, but soon, despair would appear on their faces.
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