The door opened, Wan Cheng looked at Bai Yifeng, and after a long time, he realized and hugged him.

"It's good if you're back, it's good if you're back!"

Realizing that there was someone next to him, he let go of his hand, his eyes fell on Ling Aotian, and said gently: "I've asked Mr. Ling to take care of the child these days."

Ling Aotian smiled and said, "No trouble, this kid is very smart."

Wan Cheng smiled, and his eyes fell on the young man transformed by three black dragons.

Depending on age, this young man is not much older than Bai Yifeng, at most, but he is only eighteen or nineteen years old. Could it be that he is Ling Aotian's apprentice?

"Who is this little brother?"

Seeing Wancheng's eyes falling on the three black dragons, Bai Yifeng felt a little guilty. He wanted to tell the truth, but was afraid of shocking his father. After all, the black dragon is a vicious beast.

Just when he didn't know how to speak, Ling Aotian quietly patted his back, signaling him to rest assured, and then said, "This is also one of my disciples, named Lengmian. Compared to your boy, it is very clumsy, which really makes me a little troubled."

Wan Cheng looked at the boy transformed by the three black dragons, and he was indeed expressionless and cold, so cold that it matched the name.

"Mr. Ling is a joke. Cold noodle is also a handsome man. He must be much better than this little brat in my family. You must be hungry all the way. I will ask the kitchen to prepare a banquet."

Seeing that Wancheng was about to make arrangements, Ling Aotian quickly stopped him and said, "I won't bother Lord Wan. I'm not hungry until I'm hungry, but I'm tired from the boat and the car. It's late at night. Let's take a break earlier."

Two guards were recruited and led Ling Aotian and Lengmian to the sideroom to rest, leaving the father and son alone.

Wan Cheng patted Bai Yifeng on the shoulder, glanced him up and down, and smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for half a year. You're almost taller than me, and you're much stronger, not bad."

Looking at the silver wire that could not be covered by Wancheng's head, Bai Yifeng's eyes drooped and said sadly: "But you haven't taken good care of yourself. It's so late, why are you still busy with official duties?"

"Oh." Sighing, Wancheng walked forward with his hands behind his back, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Under the moonlight, the father and son walked one after another on the cobblestone path.

"Two months ago, the Hun Clan attacked Wandae City. That night, the city was almost broken. Over 5,000 red-blooded men in our side were stained with blood in the city wall overnight. Only in exchange for some breathing time was the empire to learn about this and send people to support it. But do you know that the Hun Clan only sent a vanguard force of 500 people, which caused such great casualties. Although there have been dozens of battles since then, it has not been so tragic anymore."

When two thousand lives died, Wancheng's voice was trembling, which shows that this incident shocked him very much.

"We also encountered the Hun clan in the Yinhuan Forest. His master also slaughtered a team of Hun clans, and later he was injured when he fought with the Yuanzong of Hun clans." Bai Yifeng said.

Wan Cheng's pupils opened slightly, obviously a little depressed. The Hun Clan actually sent such a strong man, but slowly he calmed down. He was determined to invade and would do his best.

He sighed heavily and Wan Cheng said, "It's okay, four Yuanlings, 10,000 Yuans, 40,000 Yuans, plus Dong, Mu Er Lao and I, seven Yuanlings and 50,000 army. Today's Wanda City is not so easy to break, but this battlefield may last for a long time..."

"Father, have you broken through the Yuan Ling?" Bai Yifeng was a little depressed.

He nodded slightly and Wan Cheng said, "Now he is the second Yuanling. You kid, have made great progress, right?"

Bai Yifeng smiled and the breath was released on his body. For a moment, Wancheng was so shocked that he opened his mouth and stopped.

"Seventh Duan Yuanshi! It's only been less than a year, how could it be so fast?"

When he reached a position alongside Wancheng, Bai Yifeng smiled and said, "Have you heard of Ning Lei Mushroom?"

After thinking for a moment, Wancheng murmured: "Is it the fifth-level spiritual medicine that can attract strange phenomena in heaven and earth?"

"That's right." Bai Yifeng looked forward first, and looked at the stars in the sky. No one knew his son than his father, but no one knew his father than his son. To avoid Wancheng's worrying that he could improve his cultivation in improper methods, he had to say it out first and explain it. Compared with the speed of increasing the speed of several stages within a year, it would be too terrifying.

Wancheng and Bai Yifeng walked side by side and smiled and said, "That's good. Remember not to pull out seedlings to help grow. You can't just see the momentum. Using a different method to increase your cultivation is just a temporary speed. It will cause damage to the Hunyuan body in the future, but it will be less than a loss."

"Son understand." Seeing that he was about to arrive in his yard, Bai Yifeng felt a little worried and said solemnly: "Father, this time the clan is coming, and even the master is seriously injured when he meets three team leaders. As the city lord, you must take care of yourself. I am mainly worried about you and your mother. Since you are well, we may be leaving in a long time. The day of the Holy Yuan Conference of the Cyberspace is not far away. I promised that Master will attend. Once the conference is over, I will rush back to fight with you."

"If you go out, don't worry about me. Although I am not as good as your master, I am also a fortune teller and I'm not that easy to die."

Wow~

Wow~

The sound of trumpets spreading over Wandae City kept spreading on the city walls, making Wancheng look shaky.

There was a big fight the day before yesterday, but I didn't expect that the clan tribe would make a comeback tonight, neither giving them a chance to breathe, nor giving themselves a chance to breathe.

"I wanted to spend more time with you, hey, I've been running around for a day, go and have a rest. The mixed clan is coming, I have to take charge of the overall situation."

Bai Yifeng shook his head and said firmly: "My father is fighting outside, how can I, a son, still rest assured?"

Smiling helplessly, Wancheng turned around and walked towards the south city wall.

"Then let's take a look."

After walking out of the mansion, without a single explanation, there were fifty armored guards behind Wancheng, each of which was above the great scholar.

Following Wancheng and standing side by side with Bai Yifeng was Zhong Wei. Feeling the majestic aura of the eight great masters on his body, Bai Yifeng also sighed. Although he intended to help his father relieve some of the pressure, his cultivation level could not even be compared with any of the personal guards beside Wancheng.

It seemed that Bai Yifeng's loss could be seen, and Zhong Wei deliberately restrained his breath.

Upon climbing the city wall, Ling Aotian and the cold-faced figures appeared in front of them.

Seeing Wancheng coming, Ling Aotian took two steps and clasped his fists and said, "Lord Wan, the clan is invading, and Ling is also trying his best to do his best. I wonder if the lord is willing?"

Wan Cheng nodded and said, "It is our army's blessing to be willing to take action."

Looking at the Hun tribe army approaching in the distance, Wan Cheng said with a side face: "Zhong Wei, you will follow Mr. Ling to fight back the Hun tribe with two thousand great scholars."

"Affect the order."

It can be seen that there are only three or five hundred people from the clan from a distance. Besides, Ling Aotian helped him, and a thousand great scholars were enough to resist, but Wancheng still arranged the most stable number of people step by step, and did not slacken at all because of his joining. Although it was possible that he felt that he was underestimated and offended, it was foolproof for the war.

There was a little more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Wancheng. Then, Ling Aotian flew down the city wall dozens of meters high. In the darkness, he could only see a white afterimage and sweep towards the Mixed Army.

The archers raised their bows and arrows on the city wall, and under the strings, they shot thousands of arrows at the Mian tribe army a hundred meters away.

Wan Chengdao was not worried about hurting Ling Aotian. At a distance, the power of the bow and arrow was greatly reduced. Even if these archers were all great priests, the ones who might be injured were only inferior to the great priests.

Then, the city gate opened wide, and Zhong Wei and two thousand great scholars rushed out in a mighty manner.

In a short while, there was a fight in front of the city wall.

"Father, I want to help too." Bai Yifeng said slowly when he saw that there were deaths and injuries under the city walls.

Wan Cheng hesitated for a long time, but he nodded in the end.

"Come on, put on armor."

Bai Yifeng, who was wearing silver armor, smiled slightly, and was graceful, and he really looked like a young general.

Wan Cheng raised his hand, and the guard beside him handed a long sword with both hands.

"Go." Wan Cheng looked towards Bai Yifeng who had taken the long sword.

A crack was opened in the city gate, and Bai Yifeng flashed out and rushed into the battlefield.

If it weren't for the feeling that the highest cultivation level outside was only three Yuanlings, they were generally second Yuanlings, and there were even more than 200 Yuanlings. Wancheng was Duan who would not agree to Bai Yifeng's exit from the city. Not long after Bai Yifeng left the city, there were ten personal guards missing behind Wancheng.

The long sword was unsheathed, but with the handle, Bai Yifeng took action and injured people, but did not kill people, causing the enemy to lose their ability. He would stop in time.

Wan Cheng's eyes wandered on the city wall, but the center was always on Bai Yifeng.

"This kid... is still too soft-hearted after all..."

This was the first time Bai Yifeng was so close to the Hun Tribe. Among the three major races except humans, he thought that the one who was most similar to humans should be the spiritual race, but he did not expect it was the Hun Tribe.

The mixed tribes are not very different from humans in terms of height or appearance, but they are easy to distinguish because they have their signature blood-red eyes...

After defeating the 19th Duan Yuanshi, Bai Yifeng met the strongest clan member he had ever met, and the deputy commander of this team, the 9th Duan Yuanshi, was only one step away from the Yuanling.

Feeling the Hun tribe with a strong Hunyuan energy behind him towards him, Bai Yifeng quickly retreated. He knew in his heart that this Hun tribe was definitely not something he could hostile to.

There were many pits struck by lightning on the ground. Bai Yifeng and the Hun tribe who had stared at him had a distance of dozens of meters before turning back suddenly. Like him, the Hun tribe was wearing copper armor and seemed not old. At most twenty-three or four, he had the cultivation level of a nine-stage great scholar.

Seeing Bai Yifeng stopping, the Hun tribe stopped, and raised the big knife in his hand, pointing directly at Bai Yifeng.

Bai Yifeng smiled bitterly. The level of the clan clan is clearly extremely strict, and the resources are scarce. Even if you are a child of the royal family, if you don’t have the strength, you can’t wear good things. Good things are always left to those who have strength or make contributions to the clan clan. Ordinary clan soldiers wear iron armor, the deputy commander is bronze armor, and the commander who fought fiercely with Ling Aotian was silver armor. I think the deputy commander of the clan clan regarded himself as the commander of the human race, so he came to compete.

But during the war, when facing the enemy, no matter what, he could not show any timidity, let alone the surroundings were full of Wancheng's subordinates, so he could not do so.

He pulled out the long sword on his waist, but a figure was one step faster than him, rushed up, and fought with the deputy commander of the mixed clan, but in a few moves, he was at a disadvantage...

Bai Yifeng stood there, a little confused. He didn't know whether he should go up to help the top leader in this matter.

Wan Cheng was also a little anxious when he stood on the city wall. On the battlefield, Bai Yifeng was still thinking about whether it was fair or not. He sent out ten people who specifically protected Bai Yifeng, except for the one who fought with the deputy commander of the clan, the rest were unable to escape in the battle.

Looking at the scars that were increasing every second on the body of the guards who were a few meters away, Bai Yifeng was still hesitant until the guards were stunned, not knowing whether it was life or death, and the deputy commander of the clan slowly walked towards Bai Yifeng without looking back, with a cruel look on his face, and Bai Yifeng woke up from his relaxed spirit...
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