The master goes down the mountain, my senior sister spoils me too much

"Not bad!"

Ye Qinglan nodded, her eyes fell on her: "So, now, someone needs to inform him!"

Zhou Ruoyu didn't hesitate: "Let me go!"

Ye Qinglan shook her head decisively: "No way!"

"If you show up, others will know our location."

"Sun Qian is pregnant, we have managed to hide here, we must not be discovered!"

Zhou Ruoyu stomped her feet anxiously: "Aunt Lan, what time is it!"

"Let me go. If Beichen didn't know the danger from the ancient continent, he might die."

Ye Qinglan was silent.

After a moment.

Her eyes flickered: "Those girls, it's time to start my plan!"

"Beichen's safety can be guaranteed!"

……

The ancient continent, the Nangong family.

Three old men stood in front of a huge mural.

The mural is ten feet wide, and its length is as high as a terrifying hundred feet.

On the mural is a young man holding an indistinct long sword.

Hundreds of real dragons are wrapped around him, and more than a dozen broken continents are suspended behind him!

It is the ancient continent.

At the end of the mural, the young man actually repaired the broken ancient continent and opened up the passage to the Gaowu world that had been closed for millions of years!

This mural is just a prophecy of the ancestors of the Nangong family!

And when the ancestor carved this mural, the youth had no face.

At the beginning, everyone was still guessing who this young man was!

Counting 10 years have passed, but this person has not been found at all!

Over time, everyone didn't take it seriously.

But today.

The murals that have not changed for hundreds of thousands of years have surprisingly mutated!

A blurry face appeared on the young man.

After the three old men learned about it, they stood in front of the mural for three whole days!

Finally, one of the old men said hoarsely: "Do you have any clues?"

The other two old men shook their heads: "There is no eyebrow at all, this person only has a vague outline."

"If we talk about similar people, there are hundreds of thousands if not millions in the entire ancient continent!"

The eyes of the old man with a hoarse voice turned red: "But the mural prophesies that this son can repair the damaged ancient continent."

"Not only that, but it can also open up the passage to the world of high martial arts!"

"Do you know what this means?"

The other two old men looked at each other and fell silent.

"Of course I know what that means!"

A bald old man among the two old men snorted coldly: "A million years ago, the Ancient Continent and the Zhenwu Continent were originally one."

"It is because the Chinese offended a certain extremely terrifying force in the Gaowu Continent, and the other party sent down thunderous fury!"

"Not only separated the Ancient Continent from the Zhenwu Continent, but also split the Ancient Continent into more than a dozen small continents floating above the Zhenwu Continent!"

The eyes of the bald old man became more and more indifferent: "Our world was originally very prosperous, so it has collapsed!"

The one-eyed old man at the side sighed: "Oh, these are trivial matters."

"The most terrible thing is that the passage to the world of Gaowu is closed. People in our world will not be able to reach a higher realm in this life!"

"Whether it is strength or life, it is restricted to death."

The bald old man gritted his teeth: "It's all the fault of the damn Chinese!"

"If it wasn't for their Chinese people to cause trouble, how could we suffer along with it?"

The old man with a hoarse voice shook his head: "The Chinese have already been punished!"

"The continent of the Chinese people was not only knocked down to the Zhenwu Continent."

"It has also become a place where birds don't shit. Even their holy mountain, Kunlun, has been cut in two!"

"The dragon's veins are severed, and the Chinese will never see the light of day again!"

The one-eyed old man thought about it.

He took out another ancient book and flipped through it: "I remembered, what does that place seem to be called Kunlun Ruins?"

The old man with a hoarse voice nodded: "Not bad!"

"Actually, the major families in the ancient continent are always paying attention to the Kunlun Ruins."

"It's just that in the past few hundred years, it's hard to see even a holy place in Kunlun Ruins. I'm afraid it has completely declined!"

The bald old man sneered: "Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

"The old man thinks that the Chinese race should be extinct!!!"

"If it weren't for them, how could we be so miserable?"

The old man with a hoarse voice narrowed his eyes: "You can't talk nonsense!"

The bald old man shook his head disdainfully: "What are you afraid of? Do you really believe in that legend?"

"It is rumored that there is a top warrior of the Chinese race who breaks through the void and goes to a place stronger than the world of high martial arts."

"That's why the forces in the Gaowu world dare not destroy the Chinese race."

"I guess these are just rumors. If the Chinese people really have such a powerful figure, how could it be so miserable now?"

The one-eyed old man shook his head: "I don't believe that the Chinese have such a big man!"

The old man with a hoarse voice stopped talking.

He raised his head and glanced at the young man on the mural again.

"Forget about the Chinese!"

The old man with a hoarse voice changed the subject: "Let's find the person on the mural first!"

"If this son joins the Nangong family, the Nangong family will become the number one family in the ancient continent just around the corner!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice came.

"Ancestor!"

"Come in!"

The old man with a hoarse voice spat out two words.

A woman in a blue palace dress came.

She has a beautiful figure and a cool face.

There is a sense of distance between the eyebrows and eyes that strangers should not get close to!

It was Nangong Wan.

The old man with a hoarse voice asked: "Wan'er, you are here, how is the Xuanming Lenghuo you brought back from Zhenwu Continent tamed?"

Nangong Wan smiled slightly: "If you go back to the ancestor, Wan'er is almost tame."

"Yan Jue is really powerful, is it really a martial skill left over from the world of high martial arts?"

"According to the instructions on Yanjue, different fires can change forever!"

"It's a pity that there is only half of this Yan Jue. It would be great if I could find the second half."

The one-eyed old man shook his head: "We spent a lot of effort on the first half, and you don't need to think about the second half."

"Wan'er is greedy."

Nangong Wan nodded.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes turned and landed on the mural behind the three old men.

"what?"

The moment she saw the figure on the mural, Nangong Wan's delicate body trembled.

The eyes of the three old men focused on Nangong Wan.

"what happened?"

The three old men frowned slightly.

It was not the first time Nangong Wan saw this mural.

Almost all members of the Nangong family, as long as they are of direct blood, have seen this mural.

Nangong Wan's reaction can't fool them!

The old man with a hoarse voice asked, "Wan'er, do you know the person on this mural?"

Nangong Wan was extremely shocked.

Of course she knew what the mural was about!

But she never dreamed that the mural has not changed for hundreds of thousands of years.

The young man on the mural today has a face!

What's worse, this face is actually very similar to the person who took away her innocent body!

of course.

Nangong Wan couldn't be sure that this face was his, but...

The silhouette, demeanor, and the sword in his hand are so similar! ! !

Exactly the same! ! !