Yang Shaoheng, who could not bear it, stood up! He also had a fearless desire to fight, as if the power displayed by Yan Yu would not have any impact on him.

But although Yang Shaoheng spoke, Yang Tingshan pressed him down, "Heng'er, even if we want to fight, we should give Master Yan time to recover and not take advantage of others' danger."

"That's right." Yang Shaoheng sat down, his expression was filled with disdain.

At this moment, Yang Shaoheng was still so confident, which only shows that he either had absolute confidence or was crazy.

"It seems that Kunwu Sect has a backup plan." Di Wuhuan believed that Yang Shaoheng could be named by the son of Kunwu Sect, so Kunwu Sect must have unexpected backup plan!

Jun Antian therefore looked sideways at the old man beside him, "Senior Shijian, what do you think?"

Since watching the battle, the old man Shijian, who has never expressed any opinion or spoken, is still quietly watching the goddess on the stage. Yes, goddess.

The old man in charge of the sword had already recognized that the woman who amazed the audience on the high platform was actually the goddess who protected Youdu that day, and he was very sure.

So, he said, "It's okay." The end of Kunwuzong is today.

No matter what conspiracies, open plots, subsequent tricks, and backgrounds of Kunwu Sect, it is false in front of this woman who inherited the inheritance of the Yuanchu Female King. The absolute strength will tear everything apart!

How Kunwu Sect bullies Cangwu Sect in the past will be exchanged for it today. This is the turn of feng shui and the cycle of cause and effect.

"Are you so sure?" Jun Antian was still a little worried.

"Yes." The old man in charge of the sword responded, and had already lowered his eyes, as if he had entered meditation.

Jun Antian no longer disturbed him, and only stared at the woman on the platform. Although he had confidence, he could not help but feel worried because of concern, fearful.

But as the first disciple of the Junzi Sect, Jun Huan also showed that he was as sure as the old man in charge of the sword, "She can do it." Because he witnessed more, he knew that the ancient Yinglong ancestor was bowing his head and worshiping Miss Yan.

...

At this time, Yan Yu was not in a hurry to fight with the people from Kunwu Sect. She walked down from the platform, as if she was really ready to come down and rest for a while.

"Cool~" A little girl immediately asked his mother to hug her.

A certain Grand Secretary held the baby in his arms and stated: "Your mother has been beating a bad guy for so long, so she has to take a break."

"Ah!" Yan Xiaobao thought about it, so he retracted his little fat hand.

But Yan Yu still reached out and hugged the little boy into his arms, "I still have the strength to hold Xiaobao."

Yan Xiaobao smiled happily, "Hey~"

Yan Yu touched the baby's hut and turned his eyes to look at the three Yan family members whose eyes were still red. Especially the crying father, his head hurts slightly, but he can only walk over and coax, "Isn't it okay?"

"Dad knows." Yan Qing, whose eyes were red and his hoarse voice was hoarse, did not continue to cry, so that he would not scare his grandson, but he would not be able to control himself.

In his daughter, he could always see the shadow of his beloved wife, especially today! In the past, his dreamer had such a heroic manner to fight against those who bully, insulted and harmed her, never retreated! He never fell down! He never surrendered.

It was not until the children she wanted to protect grew up healthy that he realized that she had exhausted everything. She cruelly left him, leaving behind her daughter who was still in her infancy and two boys.

She was afraid that he would follow him, so she told him repeatedly that she would keep her inheritance on Xiaoyuer and let him take good care of Xiaoyuer, so that Xiaoyuer could grow up happily and live like she once hoped that she could live.

Yan Qing held back his heartache, missed his deceased wife, looked at the daughter in front of him, and then at the little grandson in his daughter's arms, and kept saying, "Okay, okay..."

This is probably what Meng'er wants to see. The appearance of Xiaoyuer, and it is also what she hopes to live, cool and happy.

Unfortunately, he was not strong enough back then, and could not even "see" her silent efforts for the children. He did not know the truth until she left.

"Dad, it's not sad." Yan Yu was not crying, but his father was obviously extremely sad and was a little helpless. He had subconsciously looked at a certain Grand Secretary.

The Dasi, who received a request for help from his wife, had already taken the man into his arms, and looked at the father-in-law in front of him, "Father-in-law is relieved, Xiaoyuer will not go to her mother's path, it's all over."

"..." Yan Qing couldn't help but cover her eyes, hoping that her deceased wife would live to this day, and see her beloved little daughter, she grew up to what she expected.

"Okay, dad." Yan Zishao patted his father's back and whispered, "The junior brothers and sisters in the sect are watching. Look at you crying, I'm embarrassed."

"Get out!" Yan Qing really didn't want to see this son.

Yan Ziye also patted his father's shoulder, "The people from Kunwuzong have not been beaten yet. Dad, please save some tears. Let's go back home and say slowly, is it feasible?"

"Master~" Yan Xiaobao also rushed towards his grandfather.

Yan Qing naturally caught the little grandson and felt that the little grandson was touching his chest, making him subconsciously look down at the little one.

"Master~" Yingrun's big eyes were filled with worry. She called her and touched her grandfather while trying to touch her grandfather. Seeing that her grandfather was still sad, he was still going to rub her. He raised his fat hand to touch his grandfather's face, and wiped his grandfather's tears cutely.

"You kid..." Yan Qing burst into tears and smiled.

"Hu~" Yan Xiaobao was still holding his grandfather's neck seriously, and gently patting his grandfather's neck with his little fat hand, as if his father was coaxing him, and he was coaxing his grandfather like he was like.

Yan Qing's heart soaked in tears was suddenly immersed in spring water, and he touched the caring little grandson with a warm heart. "We Xiaobao has grown up and we still know how to comfort our grandfather."

"No, it's so cute." Yan Zishao was about to be transformed by his little nephew, and he also wanted to be coaxed by his little nephew...

Yan Ziye reached out to put his father's hand, his hand, second brother's hand, sister and brother-in-law's hand together, "Mom will be happy to see us now."

"Me!" Yan Xiaobao quickly put his fat hand on, causing a burst of laughter.
Chapter completed!