Yi Feng practiced from morning to noon, and usually ate some reserved dry food for lunch, and then continued to practice until late at night. Today, he went down the mountain for the first time.

Linggu Peak is extremely high, and it takes a lot of effort to go down the mountain. As soon as Jiang Lin’s divine thoughts arrive, his figure will sweep towards the opposite side of the mountain.

He wanted to see what Yi Feng was going to do, so he kept following him. The deeper he understood, the more conducive it would be to Jiang Lin to carry out a series of actions.

The main purpose is to keep Yi Feng from regretting it, so it is impossible for him to be obsessed with it.

Jiang Lin thought about this plan for a long time before he figured it out. If this was Yi Feng's obsession, then the huge illusion here would definitely allow Apiao to gain a lot of time and space power, and then the day he returned home was just around the corner.

The number of disciples at the foot of the mountain gradually increased, and many people were still respectful to Yi Feng, but some people showed dissatisfaction on their faces, and their cultivation was not much different from Yi Feng.

Yi Feng didn't care, but instead looked happy, not caring about other people's eyes and opinions at all.

The bloody sea of ​​revenge has not been avenged, and the rest are all small things, just sprinkling water.

"Hey, why don't you ignore us? Are you guilty?" One of the disciples saw that he was not concerned at all, and before his anger subsided, he took the initiative to go forward and shouted.

Yi Feng paused slightly, turned his head slightly to look at the man, but he didn't stay for too long and continued to walk outside the mountain gate.

Seeing that Yi Feng ignored him, the man felt his face was lost, so he went forward and wanted to take action, grab his collar and prevent him from leaving.

"What do you want to do?" Yi Feng still looked light and calm, or he could also call him a dead pig without fear of boiling water and pretending to be innocent.

The man saw Yi Feng stopping, and said, "I heard that the elder holding the sword is graceful and graceful. You won't tell us a little."

"That's right, Elder Zheng Jian is probably interested in you and will choose you as her disciple." A child also said with a slutty face.

"You are right. You said that he can compare with us, let alone the two senior brothers, after all, they have outstanding features." Everyone agreed.

The senior brother they were referring to was naturally Jun Wuyi and Ji Wuhui. The extraordinary things were self-evident. They did not dare to say them clearly, but they all looked at Yi Feng's pants with playful expressions.

Yi Feng couldn't help it after all, and he started to move his hands in shame and anger. However, his fists could not match four hands, and he was quickly knocked to the ground by others.

One foot stepped on his head and his face buried deep in the soil on the ground. Only then did he fight fiercely and his breath was unstable, and his nose was filled with inhaled dust.

Yi Feng wanted to cough, but his whole body was suppressed and he had no way to turn over. He could only open his mouth to breathe, and was choked so hard that he burst into tears.

It was really miserable. Jiang Lin saw it and was afraid that he would leave some shadow on Yi Feng any later. He could not kill all of these people. It was too cruel and not his style.

Before Jiang Lin could take action, he saw someone coming to rescue the siege. He was an ordinary disciple of Jiange, but his identity was not ordinary.

Looking at his clothes, wearing yellow brocade clothes, and his sword looked very familiar, and a name emerged in his mind.

Huang Youming from Mingjian Villa.

I didn’t expect to meet this guy Huang Youming here, and it seems that Mingjian Villa still exists, and he lives very well.

I have seen Huang Youming, will Wang Qin be far away?

Jiang Lin looked for the person who was dressed the most in the crowd, but after observing for a long time but didn't see it, he had to give up.

These two worlds are not exactly the same. Except for some people, there are still some places that have not changed, and the other changes are still very large.

The Mohist family is something that Jiang Lin had never heard of. It is also very powerful. It is definitely not something that ordinary humans can achieve.

Looking at the people who were still noisy just now, there were not many sounds at the moment, just looking at the two people in the field.

When Huang Youming appeared, he shocked other outer disciples, helped Yi Feng up on the ground, and asked him softly how he was doing.

His hands hit Yi Feng's upper body and the dust on his face. His movements gradually became softer and softer, and later it turned into stroking his face.

Jiang Lin couldn't understand it, but was shocked. It turned out that the others were not afraid of Huang Youming, but were avoiding his hobbies.

Yi Feng rarely went down the mountain, so he naturally never met a person like Huang Youming. However, he still noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, blocked Huang Youming's salty hand with his hands, and left after thanking him.

Only Huang Youming was still looking back reluctantly. The others saw it and left goosebumps all over the floor, including Jiang Lin himself.

In this way, it makes sense that it is impossible to find Wang Qin. How could a man be with Huang Youming look like this?

After shook the eye-catching scene in his mind, Jiang Lin bypassed the crowd and continued to follow Yi Feng. He wanted to figure out where Yi Feng was going.

Yi Feng came to a grave, but there was only one tombstone on the two graves, with two names engraved on it.

This was also the first time Jiang Lin knew the names of Yi Feng’s parents, Yi Tianxing and Bing Xin.

He first wiped away the soil on his face, but the soil mixed with tears and snot, and the more he wiped it, the worse it became.

But he still rubbed it repeatedly, as if he wanted to erase the incomparable pain hidden in his heart.

He took out the big cakes he was holding from his chest. These were his usual food rations. Jiang Lin had seen Yi Feng eat them before.

At present, the big cakes were stomped by the outer disciples who had just been besieged. Yi Feng had no expression on his face and carefully spread the big cakes on the ground, stubbornly trying to put them together.

But it was already broken, how could he fight back? After a while, he finally broke out.

Looking proudly at the sky, there seemed to be tears in my eyes, and there was a broken cake under my feet, just like the dignity I was trampled on my feet just now, everything was like a dream.

"Ah!" Yi Feng roared angrily, venting his depression and unwillingness in his heart.

Jiang Lin was shocked again. Fortunately, after such a long time, his ability to withstand has greatly improved, and his heart no longer thumped, but just thumped.

Finally, Yi Feng still muttered to himself in front of his parents' tombstone. Jiang Lin did not miss this opportunity, and pricked up his ears and tried his best to collect useful information.

Yi Feng's father, Yi Tianxing, was originally a general on the battlefield of the blood demon. Unfortunately, he was killed by a traitor. Not only did the war fail, but he also affected many civilians and was eventually destroyed by the blood demon siege.

The family he was in was a gangster and respected great reputation. Yi Tianxing was framed as a sinner, which naturally brought shame to the family.
Chapter completed!