Chapter 737

After leaving the palace, Murong Yinfeng returned to Murong's mansion in the imperial capital with a group of family officials.

Looking at the Murong Yingjie who had been shivering and had no other divine light in the depths of his eyes except deep fear, Murong Yinfeng said with a light smile: "what's the matter? He's been hurt for more than a month. Why is he still like this? Can he talk?"

"Tell the prince that the injury suffered by the son of God this time is very strange. It seems that there are two kinds of energy stuck in his body, which can't be removed, the medicine stone can't be cured, and he is still suffering from soul burning all the time. At this time, the son of God doesn't say anything. I'm afraid he has no communication with the outside world because of the pain of his soul."

"What does that mean?"

"That is to say... He doesn't know what happened outside. Even if the Lord is here now, he doesn't realize that he is only immersed in the endless pain in the depths of his soul, as if he were in purgatory and isolated from the world."

With a deep bow, the attending doctor trembled.

His eyes were slightly hushed and narrowed. Murong Yinfeng couldn't help laughing and smiled very evil: "life is better than death. If it weren't for great hatred, why bother to torture like this. Hehe, interesting. Mr. Sikong, you've seen a lot. Come and see what's going on with him."

"Yes!"

Bowing down, Sikong Lengguang took a step forward and gently touched Murong Yingjie's pulse. However, as soon as he detected it, he couldn't stop his eyes from shrinking and pulled back his hands.

"How's it going?"

"Tell the prince that the muscles and veins of his elixir field have been broken, and there are golden awns everywhere at the fracture, and the medicine stone can't heal and reunite. Deep in his soul, there is a burning flame, which is difficult to eliminate. These two kinds of energy are powerful and strange, which deeply afflict the son and can't be eliminated. But even if they are eliminated, the son can't recover. The best result is half of the disabled people, and it needs less in the world There are some panacea... "

Poof!

Before he finished, a cold flash flashed, and a three foot long sword had been fiercely pierced into Murong Yingjie's chest.

Murong Yingjie's body trembled fiercely and immediately lost his breath, but at the last moment in his eyes, he showed a comfortable look, as if he had been completely relieved.

Fresh blood splashed everywhere. Si Kong leaned down slightly and retreated.

Murong Yinfeng brushed the blood on his hands with a smile: "I've worked hard to find a bunch of panacea. I'm still a waste of people. What can I do for him? With that energy, it's better to raise more military expenses for my Murong family and cultivate some strong people. Why waste it on this waste, ha ha!"

"Er, Lord, this..."

As soon as my heart stagnated, a group of doctors trembled involuntarily as they looked at Murong's expression.

The prince didn't hesitate to kill his son. He looked like an old well. He was really cruel and cruel.

Murong Yinfeng didn't look at them. Instead, he walked outside the door and said with a smile: "let's go and meet the Yang family leader. See how many kilograms he weighs and how many times he dares to harm my Murong children."

Click!

With a crisp sound, Murong Yinfeng was smiling, but his fist was clenched tightly, and the killing intention in his eyes was released without concealment.

When the family ministers saw him, they bowed down one after another.

"Yes, Lord!"

At the same time, Yang Feng, who did not know that the Murong family had entered the city, still lay on his soft big bed, snoring and sleeping soundly.

Obviously, I'm in a good mood today. I have enough sleep and I'll be absent from school again.

Suddenly, a noisy laughter suddenly sounded: "master, the old slave is coming again. The old slave has brought you good news."

"Who, is that old poison?"

Yang Feng frowned fiercely, turned over, pressed the pillow on his head and ignored it.

Touch!

However, with a loud noise, the poison King broke through the door directly. With an old face, he came to Yang Feng's bed and bowed down and said with a smile: "master, congratulations. My subordinates have found the master's wife for you."

"Mrs. leader, you can find it? I've found a lot!" in a dreamy way, Yang Feng murmured and didn't put down the pillow.

The poison King licked his dry lips and said with a flattering smile, "my subordinates said the eldest lady, Yang Yuchan, or your second brother's eldest sister, right?"

"Hmm? Have you met my eldest lady?"

Yang Feng immediately threw away his pillow, sat up and stopped sleeping. His eyes were as big as a copper bell. He looked at the old poison and said, "where did you see it? How is she now?"

"I inform the leader that I defeated the arrogance of the white crane immortal in the battle of tiansendai on behalf of the leader. Now the whole Xianxia sect belongs to our sacred fire sect. My wife went to watch the battle and asked me about the whereabouts of the leader. I can't say clearly. I can only say that the leader has returned to the imperial capital. Then my wife worshipped the white crane gate and practiced thunder law in Xianxia sect."

"What? My wife worships my little brother? Why?"

Hearing this, Yang Feng immediately straightened his neck and said, "isn't Xianxia sect a defeated general now? The white crane should also be my little brother. Why should I take my wife as an apprentice? A defeated general, my wife has to call him Shifu. He is my little brother again. Ouch, how can I count in the future?"

His lips trembled slightly. The poison King smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know, but the thunder method of white crane is indeed one of the best in the Jianghu. It's a blessing for my wife to worship under his door. Otherwise, if my wife doesn't practice thunder method and poison skill, I'll be merciful."

"Oh, really, the thunder method of the old boy Baihe is also unique."

He nodded clearly. After Yang Feng thought about it, he was calm in his heart.

Although the white crane immortal can't compare with the four Dharma kings of their holy fire sect, nor with the master of his sect, he is at least the top five excellent experts.

The art profession specializes in the art of thunder, which is the strength of others. His wife is now a thunder cultivator. It seems to be the best choice to worship him.

Thinking so, Yang Feng looked at the old poison and said, "is there anything else?"

"I'd like to inform the leader that my subordinates found that there were many dishonest students of Tianfeng college who wanted to belittle my wife."

"What?"

"But don't worry, I've taught them a lesson, and I've sent someone to protect my wife secretly. I won't let those curfews get close to me, so as to protect my wife's innocence and the reputation of the sect leader!"

"Well, well done!"

Yang Feng's face was gratified when he took a long breath.

The poison King grinned and stopped talking. He just looked at Yang Feng with burning eyes.

Yang Feng wondered, "is there anything else?"

"Er... No!"

"Then what are you still doing here? Go back to the altar!"

"Ah? Back to the altar? The leader..."

After smacking his mouth twice, the poison King scratched his head with embarrassment. He wanted to stop talking, but he didn't say anything yet. Another hearty cry came from outside the door: "sect leader, I'm coming to see you, ha ha ha!"

Touch!

With a loud noise, the gate was rushed open again. The corpse King ran in carelessly. When he saw the poison king, his old face sank.

Yang Feng blinked suspicious eyes and asked, "corpse king, why are you here? What's the matter?"

"Er, that... I'm paying New Year's greetings to the leader!"

"Happy new year? It's summer now. It's still half a year away from the new year. What year do you wish?"

"I pray... In my early years, Hei hei!" the corpse King scratched his cheek with embarrassment.

Yang Feng looked at the two old guys and was more confused.

These two old ghosts came to the door one after another, still hesitating and sneaking. Why?

But before he could figure it out, another big drink sounded like a crow ghost cry: "hurry up, or the two old guys will lose their things again."

Needless to ask, as soon as he heard the voice, Yang Feng understood that it was the old rascal Wang batian who came again.

Well, it's good. The four Dharma kings of the holy fire sect are all togethe