There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

"What?" Ye Qinghe turned his head in astonishment, only to see Hanshu staring at "Zhongfengxi" on the ground indifferently.

Hanshu will not lie.

Ye Qinghe immediately thought of something wrong, he drew out a long sword without thinking, and pointed the sword point at Zhong Fengxi who was sitting on the ground.

Zhong Feng was taken aback for a moment, a trace of ambiguity flashed across his pale face, but he asked blankly, "Aren't you Zhong Ya's friend? What are you going to do?"

Ye Qinghe naturally believed in Hanshu's judgment even more, so he stabbed with a sword without even thinking about it!

Zhong Fengxi's face was pale and pale. On the surface, he should have been seriously injured in the battle with the demons. He should not be able to move at this time. However, when he was about to be stabbed by Ye Qinghe, he suddenly turned over deftly and jumped from the ground. He jumped up, took out his long sword with him, and blocked Ye Qinghe's sword!

It didn't look like he was seriously injured and dying, Ye Qinghe narrowed his eyebrows and shouted: "We went out and fought!"

Turn around and go out of the cave!

It was raining heavily outside.

Zhong Fengxi didn't seem to want to leave at first, but leaving aside Hanshu who was still standing in the cave, he still walked out with his sword in hand.

As soon as he got out of the cave, Ye Qinghe stabbed at him with a sword: "Say, who are you?"

"Me? I'm Zhong Ya's father!" Zhong Feng Xige blocked Ye Qinghe's sword, with a strange smile on his lips, but he still said insistently: "We met in Yaohua Town once, Did you forget it?"

He actually knew that they had met each other in Yaohua Town, Ye Qinghe thought about it very quickly, and immediately said: "Then when you were in Yaohua Town, the father that Zhongya saw was already you pretending to be? What the hell are you Zhong family doing?"

"The Zhong family? The Zhong family worked so hard to protect the safety of the world, how did it become a ghost?" With a sly smile on the corner of Zhong Fengxi's lips, he said in his mouth: "It's you, the second elder who asked you to stay in the big formation , why did you run out alone, is it to report to the demons?"

"Don't spout blood!" Hearing that Zhong Fengxi connected himself with the demons, Ye Qinghe was annoyed, and the attack was even faster, but no matter how hard Ye Qinghe tried, Zhong Fengxi could dodge Ye Qinghe's attack properly, As if he had many pairs of eyes, he could observe Ye Qinghe's moves from different angles.

The two wrestled for a long time, Zhong Fengxi didn't look exhausted at all, but Ye Qinghe could clearly see beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

A cultivator's body is not affected by cold and heat, and naturally there is no such thing as cold or heat. Once sweating, it is either the coercion caused by the opponent's high cultivation level, or the mana is burning after exhaustion.

When mana is burned, life essence will be burned together!

Even if Ye Qinghe was the incarnation of the essence of vegetation, he would not dare to use his mana indiscriminately like this, let alone Zhong Fengxi was born in the human race?

What's more, his expression was normal, and he looked like he didn't care at all.

After all, this is Zhong Ya's father, Ye Qinghe didn't dare to be cruel, seeing his appearance, the more distracting thoughts in his mind, he was hit by Zhong Fengxi several times instead.

This person kept saying that he was Zhong Ya's father, but he killed Ye Qinghe. Even if there was a spiritual body protecting the body, there were hidden wounds.

Gradually, Ye Qinghe's physical strength became a little exhausted.

Zhong Fengxi didn't seem to feel the limit of his body, and used his mana recklessly, but Ye Qinghe couldn't.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Hanshu who had been standing by the side without making a sound suddenly said, "Two inches under the armpit."

Ye Qinghe was taken aback for a moment before he realized that Hanshu was reminding him of the flaws in Zhongfeng's western moves.

But at the moment when he was slightly stunned, that flaw had been missed, Ye Qinghe gritted his teeth again, and got up to deal with the crazy Zhong Fengxi in front of him.

And at this time, Hanshu's voice sounded faintly behind him: "Forehead."

Hearing this voice, Ye Qinghe immediately stabbed Fan Zhongfengxi's forehead.

Zhong Fengxi turned to defend as expected, Ye Qinghe backhanded a sword, taking the opportunity to leave a scar on his shoulder.

Zhong Fengxi didn't care about mana burning, but he cared about bleeding. After the blood stained his clothes, he took a few steps back and looked at Ye Qinghe with an evil smile: "The little fairy who came from the sky actually needs helpers to fight."

Hanshu is not a helper, Ye Qinghe added a sentence secretly in his heart, and attacked again.

With the help of Hanshu this time, Ye Qinghe's defense and offense became much stronger. After a while, Zhong Fengxi had several wounds on his body. With the loss of blood, Zhong Fengxi seemed to be out of strength, and moved. Slower and slower.

Finally, without Hanshu's warning, Ye Qinghe caught a flaw in Zhong Fengxi, kicked him hard, and sent him flying sideways.

Ye Qinghe noticed that the posture of Zhong Fengxi flying out was very strange, like a lifeless doll, and the angles of the curled limbs were weird.

Could it be that he was kicked to death?

After all, this is still wearing Zhong Ya's father's shell, Ye Qinghe's heart suddenly changed, and he was about to step forward to check, but saw Zhong Fengxi sitting up with his hands on his chest.

His movements were a little stiff, but his expression remained the same as before.

He was alright!

Ye Qinghe frowned, and took a defensive posture again, but he didn't expect that before they could make another move, Zhong Ya's voice came from a distance: "Father!"

Ye Qinghe was stunned, but saw Zhongya running from a distance with Suihe, followed by a woman in white, who seemed to be Zhongya's mother.

"Ya'er!" Seeing Zhong Ya, Zhong Fengxi hurriedly raised his body and beckoned as if seeing a life-saving straw. Zhong Ya knelt down beside Zhong Fengxi with a plop, and held him up. When he saw the bloodstains on Zhong Fengxi's body, his expression suddenly turned ugly: "Why are you injured?"

"I..." Zhong Fengxi said halfway, then turned his eyes to Ye Qinghe who was next to him: "I have to ask your classmates about it."

After hearing this, Zhong Ya was taken aback, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe was still holding the sword that he fought with Zhong Fengxi just now, and the blade was still bleeding.

Well, Zhongya's father's.

What should I do if my classmate finds out that I beat up my classmate's father?Waiting online, very urgent.

Ye Qinghe turned his head to look at Hanshu who was standing beside him, his eyes were full of innocence: Is it too late to hide the sword now?

Just as Ye Qinghe turned his head to look at Hanshu, Zhong Ya suddenly shouted: "Ye Qinghe! What do you mean?!"

Ye Qinghe twitched his lips, and turned to look at Zhong Ya: "It's nothing interesting, you've seen it all, it's the superficial meaning."

"You!" Zhong Ya said angrily, "You plan to kill my father? Did you admit it?"

Ye Qinghe spread his hands casually, and said, "You also saw that your father wanted to kill me too."