City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

The life is short, like a fleeting moment.

Even though An Ziping has lived in Tianyuan Continent for a thousand years, he still remembers her appearance and her sweet smile.

It seems like it was yesterday.

But this feeling is very long, like mountains and rivers, stretching endlessly.

Just like Yu Wenyue spent so long every day in the five years when An Ziping was missing.

She had imagined countless times how she would meet An Ziping again.

But she never thought it would be in this form.

It would be in the form of their first meeting.

A faint smile slowly appeared on her cheek.

\"I knew you would never leave me alone.\"

She leaned gently on An Ziping's back.

Feeling his warm body temperature and the faint fragrance coming from him, she was deeply moved.

\"Silly, how could I leave you alone?

Even if I have to abandon everyone, I can't leave you alone.\"

An Ziping said softly, his voice was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through her heart.

Hearing An Ziping's words, Yu Wenyue's heart couldn't help but warm up, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, everyone present was shocked.

Who is this young man, who can approach here quietly.

Only Yu Linglong, listening to their conversation, has guessed the identity of the person.

But she was also a little surprised. It seems that her apprentice's husband is not simple.

Duanmu Yang was also stunned. He didn't expect that his fatal blow would be caught by the man in front of him.

And the speed was so fast!

\"Who are you, sir? How dare you interfere in the affairs of Shushan?"

Duanmu Yang retracted his sword and asked coldly.

An Ziping didn't intend to talk to him. If someone dared to attack his wife, he would not let him go no matter who he was.

But someone was faster than him.

I saw a small figure rushing from a distance, and rushed to Duanmu Yang in the blink of an eye.

"You hit my mother, you are a bad guy!"

After saying that, he raised his chubby little hand and hit Duanmu Yang.

The chubby little hand seemed soft and non-threatening.

But a thin layer of spiritual mist was faintly emitting from the chubby little hand.

Duanmu Yang frowned slightly and tried to dodge.

But the spiritual mist seemed to have its own consciousness.

As soon as he moved, it moved with him.

The thin layer of mist instantly enveloped his whole body.

Duanmu Yang felt as if his whole body was under a thousand-pound pressure, unable to move.

He could only use the spiritual power in his body to resist the small hand that hit him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, his body was hit.

His face suddenly turned red, and the blood in his chest was boiling.

He looked down at his abdomen in disbelief, and a shallow pit suddenly appeared in his sight.

Duanmu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Who is this child?

How could he have such a strong cultivation?

This slap could actually hurt himself.

Although the injury was small, a huge wave of waves was set off in his heart.

He was shocked, and the others present were even more shocked.

You must know that Duanmu Yang is a strong man at the peak of the Shushan Fusion Stage, and his strength is even stronger than Yu Linglong.

How could such a strength be hurt by a small child?

Just when they were in doubt.

A white light suddenly flew out of Duanmu Yang's hand and hit the little guy.

That white light condensed and took shape in the air.

It was a lifelike white dragon, with its fangs and claws bared, rushing towards the little guy like a living thing.

He was not a saint, and would not show mercy just because his opponent was a child.

But what happened the next second stunned him.

The white dragon he condensed actually melted instantly after touching the little guy, and turned into wisps of white smoke and disappeared.

It seemed that it did not cause any harm to her at all.

At that moment, he only felt a bang in his head.

That little guy actually had such terrifying strength.

\"Is this little guy a monster? How could it be... How could it be... \"

Duanmu Yang muttered to himself in disbelief.

He naturally didn't know that the little loli was a congenital yin and yang holy body.

With the current cultivation

To reach the peak of the Naling Realm.

Immunity to damage has reached a terrifying level.

Even if it is An Ziping, if he wants to cause damage to the little loli, he needs to show some real skills.

Otherwise, it will be like Duanmu Yang's attack just now, all of which will be easily resolved by this physique.

"Bang!"

The little loli slapped again, but this time Duanmu Yang defended with all his strength.

So it didn't cause any damage.

After all, although her defense is very strong, her current cultivation is still a bit low.

It is obviously impossible to cause damage to a strong man at the peak of the combined body.

So the situation on the field is a bit weird. The little loli and Duanmu Yang are deadlocked there, and neither can do anything to the other.

And Duanmu Yang wanted to get out of the spiritual mist, but found that the spiritual mist was very weird, and he couldn't break it.

This is a trace of yin and yang power in the little loli's body, which produces a special effect. The quality is many levels higher than Duanmu Yang's spiritual power, so he naturally can't break free.

Others who wanted to help Duanmu Yang were pointed at by An Ziping and turned into powder in the air.

Duanmu Yang's face became more and more ugly. He knew that if he continued to delay like this, he would really lose to this little brat.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Yang couldn't help but get angry.

He was a powerful person in the fusion stage, but he was bullied by a little girl. How could he swallow this breath!

"Keke, use this."

Just then, a childish voice sounded.

Everyone looked up and found that there was another child here.

Why are there so many children today?

A big question mark appeared in everyone's mind.

He threw the broken sword behind him to the little loli.

The little loli quickly reached out and held the broken sword in her hand, then turned her head and showed him a sweet smile.

\"Thank you, Brother Xingchen.\"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet.

Duanmu Yang looked at the broken sword thrown over.

His brows were furrowed.

As a disciple of Shushan Sect, he practiced swordsmanship for many years.

He could naturally feel the strangeness of the broken sword.

Although it looked ordinary, the slight aura it revealed made him feel frightened.

This must not be an ordinary item.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little girl had already raised the sword high with both hands.

Then the sword intent emanating from the little girl made Duanmu Yang's face change drastically.