With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

"I am your ancestor." The man in red smiled more flamboyantly and recklessly.

Song Yu was not to be outdone, and absolutely could not admit defeat verbally, and he stretched out the tone more arrogantly than him: "Grandson, how do you talk, you are in chaos."

Just a hello.

Who wouldn't!

"Little thing, don't talk nonsense, scold your ancestors and me, be careful of being struck by lightning!" The man in red didn't seem angry, but thought she was very interesting.

Song Yu sneered at this, but he really wanted to see what he looked like, so he snorted coldly: "I dare not show my true colors to others, and even dare to call myself my ancestor. No respect."

"I'm afraid that you will feel inferior when you see my peerless face, and face your own ugliness without words." The man in red laughed heartily again, and floated up to her, but still turned his head to her.

When Song Yu rolled the wheelchair to the left, he floated to the left, and when he rolled the wheelchair to the right, he floated to the right, keeping a high degree of consistency with her movements, anyway, she didn't want to see his face.

The more she couldn't see, the more unconvinced she became. When he stopped, she gave it all up, and jumped from the wheelchair in front of him with lightning speed.

Puff.

I fell like a dog, but when I looked up for the first time, what I saw was the back of his head, and he hit the ground with his fist angrily, and asked: "Is the front of your head also the back of your head? I see, you It's a back-of-the-head ghost!"

"You have a rich imagination." The man in red laughed again, and finally turned around.

Song Yu thought that his aggressive method had worked, and looked up to see his real appearance.

But he only heard a low, hearty and clean laugh from him, as if his powerful palm had already clasped her head.

His movements are very gentle.

He didn't seem to use much force.

But at this moment, Song Yu felt that he was like the monkey being pressed down by the Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain. He had no strength to resist. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

But in this state, she didn't feel uncomfortable, nor did she feel that her life was threatened.

"Enough playing, I don't have time." The voice of the man in red is still clear, clean, confident and unruly, like a clear spring or a waterfall rushing down. With a freewheeling.

Song Yu wanted to say something.

But the next moment, he felt his brain start to buzz, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the golden light bursting into his head at an astonishing speed.

At the beginning, with her ability, she could still accept the instilled knowledge, and she could almost remember it with a glance.

But later, with those rays of light, with those various formations as vast as the sea, exercises and art of refining equipment and medicine were crazily poured into his mind.

Her head started to hurt. The huge amount of knowledge suddenly made her feel that in the next second, her head might be blown up by these things.

"Not bad." Seeing that she was still awake, the man in red nodded appreciatively and gave her a very fair evaluation.

Song Yu's headache was about to split, tears came out from the pain, and he really wanted to growl: Get out, I don't want your inheritance!

But she couldn't say a word.

The man in red enjoyed the feeling of torturing her, and laughed again: "You really want to scold me, if you accept all my inheritance and still live, you will be grateful to me."

Song Yu clenched his teeth, wanting to kill someone: I have a sentence mmp that I really want to tell you!

time.

In the inhuman torture, every minute passed by.

Every second, for Song Yu, was enduring inhuman torture.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that she felt dizzy from the pain, and the blankness in her head suddenly turned into pitch black at a certain moment.

Whoa.

A golden light burst out, breaking the deathly darkness, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning breaking the darkness of dawn, and everything returned to normal.

The pain in her brain gradually calmed down after the golden color appeared, but in front of her eyes, there was still a misty mist, and she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, only a mass of blood-like red.

"Goodbye." The man's voice sounded again, still ostentatious, but much weaker, becoming ethereal, his big hand gently patted her on the head, and there was a gratified smile in his voice: "Strong little things."

Song Yu raised his head, wanting to look at him, but he couldn't see clearly, he could only vaguely see the outline of his face, and his unrestrained and carefree demeanor made him feel full of atmosphere.

She could clearly feel that his remaining spiritual consciousness had almost dissipated when he finished instilling the inheritance into her, and now only the last wisp remained.

"I once caught a white phoenix that had harmed living beings here, and left a restraint on it, allowing it to suppress an evil spirit that did a lot of evil. Counting the consumption of my spiritual knowledge, it must have been thousands of years.

Go to the forbidden area of ​​the clan and see who is suppressing who. If the white phoenix has been doing good things since then, and has never done anything wrong, then let it go free. If you want to escape, destroy them for me. "

The man's voice became more ethereal and ethereal, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Song Yu always felt that there was something strange about Bai Fenghuang and the evil spirit. Hearing what he said, he finally understood that it was something he suppressed.

"Little girl, my name is Song Beixuan. My blood flows in your body. You cultivated my "Heaven and Earth Xuan Jue" and claimed all of my inheritance. Calling me ancestor is justified."

There was a bit of a smile in the man's voice.

Gradually, it spread out and floated in the air.

Song Yu only felt the tip of her nose sore, and tears flowed down her cheeks. When her stiff body began to relax, she suddenly raised her head, and saw that there was only a smear of red in front of her eyes, dazzling, flamboyant, presumptuous, and unrestrained. .

"It's all over, brush away the clothes, and hide the merit and fame." He sang one last cry, with a joyful smile, as if it came from the distant sky, lingering in her ears.

Song Yu faced the void, it seemed to be dissolving in the air, and the redness was getting lighter and weaker, with a serious expression, and bowed deeply.

His name is Song Beixuan.

It should be the ancestor of the Song family, one of the eight major families of Yinmen, the ancestor of grandpa.

But why did he say that his blood flows through her body?