Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

This voice contained terrifying power, but it had no effect on Fang Lin.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, a middle-aged man came into view, with a heavy aura and a majestic look on his face.

Next to his right hand, there is a lively woman who looks a little familiar.

On the left rear side of the middle-aged man, there was an old man. Just a voice made people feel the majestic power in his body, and they did not dare to look at him.

When Fang Lin heard his warning, the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and murderous aura emanated from his body endlessly.

In response, the old man looked at Fang Lin coldly, ready to take action, but when he saw that the middle-aged man was not worried, the fairy spirit that was about to stir in his body immediately suppressed it.

The monks also quickly retreated. Just as they were about to salute, they were stopped by a look from the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the spiritual sword in Fang Lin's hand was getting closer and closer to Young Master Dongfang, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

When he was half a finger away from Young Master Dongfang's eyebrows, Young Master Dongfang looked like he suddenly realized something. After showing a smile, he slowly closed his eyes, and the surrounding fairy spirit was also attracted to him.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Young Master Dongfang has an epiphany!

At this time, the middle-aged man and Fang Lin looked at each other, and the former smiled.

The middle-aged man was probably the only person present who understood this most.

Fang Lin nodded, glanced at everyone, inserted the spirit sword on the ground, and returned to the house.

"Zi Yue, is he the person you rescued?" the middle-aged man asked.

Dongfang Ziyue nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking at her father with a pair of big eyes.

"Twilight has grown up."

The middle-aged man looked at Dongfang Ziyue with some loving eyes and rubbed her head.

Then he took the old man out of the yard.

As soon as their front feet left, their back feet

Dozens of guards appeared and used strange means to move Young Master Dongfang into the retreat room.

As soon as Fang Lin walked into the house, a young girl and Mr. Lei followed.

The girl is wearing a green dress and a pair of ponytails. She is an innocent and romantic girl, and her pebble-like face and pair of delicate eyes reveal the pure world of the girl's heart, which makes people unable to help but care for her.

The moment Fang Lin saw her, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember her.

"You're awake!"

The girl was Dongfang Ziyue, and she made a beautiful voice to Fang Lin.

"That day you were seriously injured and fell unconscious in the Tianyao Mountains. It was the young lady who found you." Mr. Lei on the side said with a smile.

"Thank you girl for saving my life."

Fang Lin suddenly realized that when he was unconscious, he vaguely saw the girl's face, but he was unconscious for so long that he couldn't remember it for a while.

"You're welcome."

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else? I'll let Grandpa Lei treat it for you."

Dongfang Ziyue said as if she had known Fang Lin for a long time.

Seeing this, Mr. Lei shook his head helplessly.

In this cruel world, being too kind is not a good thing.

"By the way, my father wants to see you." Dongfang Ziyue patted her little head and said quickly.

"Your father wants to see me?"

Fang Lin was a little surprised.

He had already learned from Young Master Dongfang that this was the ancient Dongfang clan, and Dongfang Ziyue's father should also be a strong man.

But why would you want to see him?

Fang Lin was a little confused. He never expected that the middle-aged man looking at him was

Dongfang Twilight's father.

He is also the patriarch of the Eastern Ancient Clan.

…

On the other side, the old man following the middle-aged man couldn't help but speak. He was Dongfang Fu, the fifth elder of the Eastern Ancient Clan.

He had just returned from going out to do errands with the middle-aged man in front of him, and happened to encounter the endless murderous intent, which led to what happened just now.

"Patriarch, that boy dares to attack the young master, why don't you let me teach him a lesson?" Dongfang Fu's old face was filled with confusion.

When the middle-aged man was about to speak, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, but he suppressed it in an instant.

"Murderous aura is scattered but not condensed, and it is released but not real."

"Or maybe the Fifth Elder thinks Yu'er has the talent for enlightenment?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and walked forward.

Dongfang Fu looked thoughtful.

Dongfang Wuyu is born with a golden spirit body. Once he concentrates on practicing, the fairy spirit energy in his body will be transformed into the golden spirit spirit, which contains sharp and heavy power. It is like drinking water to fight against enemies across levels.

With the help of countless secrets and techniques from the Eastern Ancient Clan, his future achievements will definitely exceed those of his father.

However, Dongfang Wuyu was focused on cultivation but not on cultivation, which led to the ruin of martial arts.

But even so, it has reached the One Star Spiritual Palace.

One can imagine what kind of situation he would reach if he took the initiative to practice?

Dongfang Fu understood instantly. Before he could speak, the middle-aged man continued: "Yu'er has never suffered setbacks since she was a child. The boy just now is not old, but has quite a lot of combat experience. He guided the monks of the Ling Palace with his spiritual posture. , I have never heard of it, but it is a kind of training for Yuer. "

After hearing this, Dongfang Fu nodded repeatedly and hurriedly followed.

On the other side, Dongfang Ziyue was taking Fang Lin to meet her father.

Along the way, because of Dongfang Ziyu's innocent and innocent character, Fang Lin talked about everything.

He also had a general understanding of the Eastern Ancient Clan, and the location of the Eastern Ancient Clan was the deepest part of the Tianyao Mountains.

Fang Lin was shocked when he learned the news.

There is no way to calculate the number of Spirit Emperor monsters that exist in the Tianyao Mountains.

It is probably extraordinary that the ancient people from the East can establish themselves in a place like this.

The Dongfang family is also one of the best among the ancient clans, and is in the position of a first-class ancient clan.

In other words, the Eastern Ancient Clan can already be called one of the eight ancient tribes in ancient times.

They are truly an ancient clan left over from ancient times.

The so-called second- and third-rate ancient clans euphemistically call themselves ancient clans.

In fact, they are just the remaining families from the end of ancient times. They only had the support of the ancient clans after the eight ancient clans did not appear for a long time.

"Who are the four ancient tribes?"

Fang Lin asked curiously.

"Hmph, those four families just stole the inheritance of some ancient predecessors, and their strength surpassed many families left over from ancient times, just to put money on their faces."

"It was precisely because of these four families that took the lead that the other remaining families were collectively called the Ancient Clan by the world."

After Fang Lin asked this question, Mr. Lei, who had always been smiling, changed his face and snorted coldly.

His eyes were full of disdain for the four ancient tribes.

At the moment, Fang Lin didn't ask any more questions.

Walking beside Dongfang Ziyue, he began to tell her about the outside world.

It made Dongfang Ziyue laugh from time to time.

At this moment, a ring appeared in front, with many people surrounding it.

Just as Fang Lin was about to go around, he felt countless eyes staring at him.