Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

In Ye Beihan's eyes, he can only do this, only by calling for help can there be a ray of life, even if the chance is slim.

This was not the first time he called for help. There were two other times in his memory. They were also crying for help from the heart at a critical moment, and his master appeared in front of him at a critical moment and rescued him.

So at the juncture of life and death, he instinctively shouted out the master to save me. This was his instinctive reaction and his hope for life.

Ye Beihan in Su Yan's hands was like a chicken, and after roaring these words, he could no longer make a sound.

His throat was held by Su Yan, making him unable to make a sound at all, and even breathing was extremely difficult, as if someone who couldn't swim was submerged in water.

Of course Ye Beihan was terrified. No one could take it easy in the face of the threat of death. Although he was revered as the proud son of heaven, he was still just a mortal fetus.

He originally wanted to beg for mercy, even if he knelt down in shame. As the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to avenge him, so he still has a chance to find his shame.

But Su Yan didn't give him this opportunity at all, so he couldn't breathe directly, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, which was about to be pinched.

At the same time, there was a hint of rejoicing in his heart. Su Yan still let him say four words, which is also the key to his survival.

Su Yan didn't care about Ye Beihan in his hand, just held him at will, his eyes were looking around.

The deep voice sounded again: "Is the old man Jikong here in Lingnan!"

Su Yan was not questioning, but giving them the last chance. This group of people had offended him one after another. If they did not give useful information, then he would naturally make them pay the price for their offense.

A group of people were horrified, their faces pale, and they kept shaking their heads. They really didn't know the old man Minsk.

Su Yan's face became more and more cold, and the dense black hair looked like frost, adding a touch of vicissitudes of life.

Just as Su Yanga's strength in his hands and Ye Beihan struggled desperately, a melodious voice resounded throughout the place.

"Little friend quickly put down my apprentice, everything is easy to discuss."

This sound is like the gurgling water of a quiet valley, and it feels that it should not be made by an old man, because it contains a hint of feminine power.

Although the sound was not roaring or low, it still contained a strong coercion, rolling up the violent wind around it.

Su Yan's face turned cold, and he was in a bad mood. He was now in a murderous heart because of the successive destruction of these ants.

Su Yan glanced coldly at Ye Beihan, who was half-dead in his hand, and directly moved his index finger to penetrate Ye Beihan's arteries, causing his blood to gush.

Then Su Yan kicked Ye Beihan into the sky, and he was regarded as a disciple who let go of his words.

He obviously did not want Ye Beihan to survive because Ye Beihan just wanted to kill him, and it was reasonable for Su Yan to kill him.

The white-robed old man rushed out and directly caught Ye Beihan who had fallen to the ground. When he saw that he was covered in blood, his face suddenly changed.

"Han'er, don't be scared to be a teacher!"

Ye Beihan's eyes had long been closed, and when Su Yan broke his artery, he already knew that he was dead.

The last sentence in his mind was that there were no more than three things. Sure enough, the master could only save himself twice, not the third time.

Although he was angry and even resentful, everything was useless, and slowly dissipated with his spiritual consciousness.

Holding Ye Beihan's corpse, the white-robed old man's eyes were like electricity, obviously he was already angry, and the death of his lover hit him hard.

"Han'er, incompetent as a teacher, incompetent!"

The old man in white robe cried bitterly while holding Ye Beihan's corpse, heartbroken, showing the weight of Ye Beihan in his heart.

Ye Beihan's talents will inevitably grow to a level higher than him in time. The height he has not reached was originally intended for Ye Beihan to complete.

Now that Ye Beihan is dead, everything has turned into a bubble, it is as if the faith to fight for it suddenly disappeared.

After the sadness is over, it is naturally angry. Whoever killed Ye Beihan, then simply kill it back and avenge his lover.

The white-robed old man thought so, only murder in his heart.

When Zhang Laosan and the others saw Ye Beihan's master, they were so frightened that their legs became weak, and they almost knelt down.

"White robe hero!"

Zhang Lao San spoke with the trembling words, eyes full of respect. He had only seen the white-robed old man once before, and that time left him a deep impression.

Not only that, what made Zhang Laosan so afraid was actually the reputation of the white robe, which was a long time.

Back then, the white-robed old man was extremely prestigious, but he was even more dazzling than Yu Tiandou.

It was just that Yu Tiandou rose up and spurred a road to hegemony all the way from the master of a city, becoming the overlord of the south of Lingnan.

Naturally, Yu Tiandou did not stop there, but after two years, he occupied the east of Lingnan and then dominated the entire Lingnan.

After Yu Tiandou dominated Lingnan, the white-robed old man returned to the mountains and forests, and no longer bothered about the rivers and lakes.

In fact, the old man in the white robe is a bit courageous. He was defeated by Yu Tiandou, so he was bitter about it and naturally wanted to avenge Yu Tiandou's humiliation.

But after decades of cultivation, he still couldn't keep up with Yu Tiandou's pace. Yu Tiandou became a master, and he was still struggling in the realm of a junior master.

Later, I learned that Yu Tiandou was destroyed by Su Ba first. Although Yu Tiandou was abolished, he was not happy because the belief in fighting for it for decades was suddenly gone, and no one could accept it.

However, he has disciples and Ye Beihan, which is also his courage to persevere, and he has always been proud of Ye Beihan.

But now Ye Beihan is dead, the body is in his arms, and his body is covered with Ye Beihan's blood, this kind of desperate feeling is simply unimaginable.

The white-robed old man had a look of despair on his face, but more naturally it was anger, a rage against Su Yan.

Putting Ye Beihan down gently, the white-robed old man stretched out his arm like an old tree bark and stroked Ye Beihan a few times.

"Han'er, you have been tired for more than ten years, and it is time to rest. Take a good rest now, everything is mine."

The white-robed old man slowly stood up and looked at Su Yan, who was indifferent, and the anger in his eyes reappeared.

"You killed Han'er, but now you have no regrets?"

"remorse?"

Su Yan's eyes grew colder, and he was only angry now.

"The mere ants are also clamoring in front of me, giving him the opportunity not to cherish it, he should regret it."

"Okay, very good. This is the way you killed someone just now. It also makes me more determined."

The white-robed old man looked at Su Yan, his eyes suddenly shot out, completely different from just now.

"The world only knows that I am an old man in a white robe, but I don't know the murderer!"

"Kill Jie!"

Li Dasi and the others were so scared that their expressions changed directly. The weakened legs were overwhelmed at this moment and they knelt down.