Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Although he didn't know why Zhou Fengmiao attached so much importance to this kid, and even sent him a message to ask him to take care of him, Chen Sansi knew that Zhou Fengmiao wouldn't want a cripple no matter what.    

    

Now, he could completely free himself from this predicament, and there was no need to weigh the pros and cons between this kid and the Zhou family.    

    

One! A cripple and the Zhou family who was in the limelight, was there a need to choose?    

    

Both Lin Xiaotian and Ning Zifeng knew what he was thinking very well. Looking at his back, Ning Zifeng clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.    

    

He was just a small lieutenant under General Zhou. Chen Sansi was the real Commander of Lo Capital, a major official of a region. He didn't even have the right to carry shoes for him.    

    

Naturally, Ning Zifeng did not have the right to bargain with him.    

    

But he did not. There would always be someone who did.    

    

After gritting his teeth, a small stone quietly appeared in Ning Zifeng's hand, and then it was crushed into pieces by him.    

    

On the side. Lin Xiaotian hadn't noticed Ning Zifeng's unusual movement. He just thought that he couldn't accept the fact that his good friend was about to become a cripple. He was just a little excited.    

    

He reached out his hand and patted Ning Zifeng's shoulder gently. Lin Xiaotian said with a heavy voice, "Mr Ning, my condolences."    

    

"What nonsense is my condolences? Isn't this kid still sitting here? Who said that he is going to become a cripple?" Ning Zifeng gritted his teeth and said.    

    

Lin Xiaotian was startled by his fierce attitude and immediately felt relieved.    

    

After all, at this time, it was normal to be excited. He did not need to fight with Ning Zifeng.    

    

He patted Ning Zifeng's shoulder again and walked out of the door. He did not need to stay here anymore.    

    

Seeing that only Ning Zifeng and Yang Xuan were left in the huge hall, the atmosphere in the room became dead silent. Only Ning Zifeng's heavy breathing could be heard.    

    

"Hold on... Hold on for a while longer..."    

    

Yang Xuan was lost in his thoughts. Vaguely, he seemed to have returned to the small house that he used to live in.    

    

Here, he did not have any worries or worries. He quietly lay on the small chair in the yard and enjoyed the afternoon sunlight.    

    

After some time, he suddenly heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. He quickly looked up.    

    

At the door was a little girl with a sweet smile. Her big eyes seemed to be able to smile as she looked at him.    

    

It was Yuh Qingcheng, the little girl who liked to tease him but was always teased by him.    

    

She always had an indescribable Spirit Aura on her. Yang Xuan felt happy just by looking at her.    

    

Just when he wanted to greet Yuh Qingcheng, before Yang Xuan could say anything, her figure slowly disappeared into the air like pieces.    

    

Immediately after, a man with a dignified face appeared at the door. The moment he saw Yang Xuan, the frost on his face melted again.    

    

"Eldest Uncle!"    

    

Yang Xuan called out in surprise. He did not understand why Yang Dingshan would appear here. He, Eldest Uncle, who had a cold face and a warm heart, would never come to his yard.    

    

Yang Dingshan smiled at Yang Xuan, but did not say anything. He disappeared into the air.    

    

Yang Xuan frowned slightly. He just stood in the middle of his courtyard and looked at the door quietly.    

    

A moment later, a new figure appeared. It was a couple. Their facial features were similar to Yang Xuan's. They stood quietly at the door, holding hands and looking at Yang Xuan without saying anything.    

    

In an instant, Yang Xuan felt as if the blood in his body was about to burn. He crazily led Yang Xuan to that direction.    

    

This time, Yang Xuan couldn't hold it in anymore. He called out to his parents and rushed out. He quickly arrived in front of the two of them and opened his arms, wanting to hug them tightly.    

    

But in the next moment, the two of them disappeared as well.    

    

Yang Xuan's hand passed through a shadow just like that and grabbed in the air.    

    

Sadness, sadness, regret... Countless emotions surged into Yang Xuan's heart in an instant. A line of clear tears flowed down from his eyes, and he stood on the spot as if he had lost his soul.    

    

"Father... Mother... Don't leave... I miss you all..."    

    

Yang Xuan muttered as if he had lost all his strength. He fell onto the doorframe and sobbed.    

    

Seeing Yang Xuan's breath suddenly become dead silent, Ning Zifeng's heart was immediately lifted. He looked at the door anxiously and kept muttering.    

    

"Why aren't you here yet? Why aren't you here yet?"    

    

Suddenly, a noise came from outside the door and interrupted his muttering.    

    

Ning Zifeng's eyes lit up, and his face instantly revealed a look of joy. He shouted excitedly, "You're here!"    

    

He quickly rushed to the door and pushed it open.    

    

At this moment, there were dozens of guards from Lo Capital nervously holding their spears. They formed a semicircle and tightly surrounded a slovenly old man.    

    

Behind them, Chen Sansi was staring at the slovenly old man with a gloomy expression. The Spiritual Force in his hand quickly gathered, and a powerful aura was emitted from his body.    

    

These people looked like they were ready to fight. On the other hand, the slovenly old man in the middle was still happily holding the wine gourd and pouring it into his mouth one after another.    

    

After wiping away the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, the slovenly old man grinned and laughed. After that, he spoke in a carefree manner.    

    

"You people, I've already said that I don't have any intention of fighting. I just came to take a look at my family's younger generation. Why do you have to be so nervous?"    

    

"Who the hell are you, old man? There's no younger generation here. Hurry up and get out of here!" Chen Sansi immediately shouted.    

    

The sloppy old man looked at Chen Sansi with disdain, then he raised his head and looked behind him. He saw Ning Zifeng standing at the door.    

    

His eyes immediately lit up. He pointed at Ning Zifeng and said, "Who said that there is no descendant of my family? Isn't this the descendant of my family?"    

    

Ning Zifeng had already rushed out of the door. He pushed away all the soldiers who had surrounded him. He stood in front of the old man and shouted, "Grandpa Wine Sword Immortal, you are finally here!"    

    

The sloppy old man called Wine Sword Immortal smiled and patted Ning Zifeng's head. He said kindly, "Yes, I just came back from the Barbarian Clan. He immediately came over when he received your letter. I didn't pass the hour. "    

    

Upon hearing the old man's words, Chen Sansi was immediately shocked. The old man had just arrived from Profound Gate Pass.    

    

One should know that there was a distance of over a thousand miles between the Profound Gate Pass and the Lo Capital. Even the fastest messenger would need at least a day to travel back and forth. The old man's speed was so fast that it only took him an hour.    

    

What a terrifying cultivation base!