Rebirth: Make a fortune and raise a daughter

At the foot of Langya Mountain, Ye Liuli, who was speeding by, just stopped and looked up at Langya Mountain, which seemed to blend into the night. He frowned and his consciousness spread across the entire mountain in an instant, until somewhere there was light. There was a faint golden light, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he quickly jumped into Langya Mountain.

Xia Canyang, don't let anything happen, just wait for me.

Xia Canyang, on the other side, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his backhand, staggered to his feet, looked at the five people in front of him with cold eyes, and slowly gathered spiritual power in his hands.

The five people on the other side concealed the violent shock in their hearts.

Where the hell did this person come from? Although their cultivation level was clearly inferior to theirs, they still had the upper hand against them, even beating them to the point of vomiting blood.

Are they from a hermit family or a cultivating sect?

At such a young age, he actually had the cultivation of the third level of Qi refining.

The five of them who were in the fourth level of Qi Refining couldn't get much benefit from him.

The look in his eyes made them feel pressure and fear.

Their intuition told them that this kid couldn't be kept, but now they couldn't guarantee whether he had any other means of saving his life, or in other words, whether he had any helpers nearby. He couldn't kill him with one blow, and no one dared to fight him.

The two sides stalemate.

The leader frowned, looked at the getting darker and darker night, swallowed the blood that was about to spurt out of his throat, and shouted loudly, "Boy, if you don't want to die, hand over the Kirin Grass!"

Xia Canyang remained silent. He quickly circulated his spiritual power to refine his meridians over and over again.

Not surprisingly, these people should be with the group of people looking for Ali.

In the surveillance video that Yi Mobai sent him, the dress of the group of people was almost the same as the dress of the people in front of him. The most important thing was that they all had numbers on their chests.

The numbers of these people are, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29.

Xia Canyang didn't think carefully about the meaning of these numbers. He was already murderous.

Anyone who wants to touch Ali must die.

Both sides are thinking about how to kill each other.

"Who are you!" Xia Canyang opened his mouth with cold eyes, spiritual power running wildly in his body.

He found that life and death combat could quickly temper his unstable foundation.

There's still a little bit left, a little bit left.

The severe pain in the meridians in his body made him not even frown, and he looked expressionlessly at the five people in front of him who did not dare to take action easily.

"We are the ones you can't afford to offend. If you have some sense and hand over the Kirin Grass, we can make you die happily. Otherwise, your life will be worse than death." The leader said harsh words, with an ordinary face. His upper body was full of muscles. He raised his hand and lifted up his black robe, revealing the finest magic weapon on his waist.

Xia Canyang's face was expressionless. When he saw the big windmill that children played with on his waist, he frowned in disgust.

A man who carries around a gadget that belongs to a three-year-old child and shows it off to his opponents is afraid that he is not seriously ill.

The leader saw the flash of disgust in Xia Canyang's eyes, and was immediately horrified. This person was indeed a member of a hermit family or a cultivating sect. Only these people would disdain his superior magic weapon. Gu, because they have seen better weapons than his superior magic weapon.

"Which family sect are you from?" The leader couldn't help but ask.

"It's none of your business? Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, get out."

Xia Canyang's arrogant look made the leader even more certain that the person in front of him was from a hermit family and a sect of cultivators.

The leader wrinkled his face, feeling a little embarrassed.

I have been told by the superiors to try not to form immortal enemies with people from hidden aristocratic families and cultivating immortal sects.

In other words, the fierce and powerful young man in front of him could not move.

But they have to get the kylin grass back from him. If they can't get the kylin grass back, it means the mission has failed, and they will be worse than death.

When he thought about what he would face when he went back, the leader couldn't hold it back, his heart trembled, and he looked at the boy in front of him, instantly becoming furious.

Killing the young boy in front of him, and being found by the hidden family and the cultivating sect, the worst possible outcome would be death. If the mission failed, what he would face when he returned would be worse than death.

The leader took out the small windmill from his waist and looked at Xia Canyang, "Boy, since you don't drink the wine as a penalty, don't blame me for being cruel!"

After speaking, he suddenly injected spiritual power to activate the windmill.

The windmill started turning in an instant, turning at a very fast speed, turning out an afterimage. The moment Xia Canyang chuckled in a funny way, an afterimage instantly enveloped him.

The moment his vision was blocked, Xia Canyang looked at the changing afterimages around him and felt something bad.

The next second, windmills from all directions flew towards Xia Canyang like darts.

unavoidable.

No matter how fast Xia Canyang was, he still managed to catch the afterimages of the windmill that were shooting from three directions.

Several wounds on his body were so deep that bones were visible. Xia Canyang didn't have time to wipe away the blood he spat out, and faced another wave of windmills coming from all directions.

The five people in the open space looked at Xia Canyang, who was repeatedly injured in the afterimage, and spoke one after another.

"Now that kid has suffered! 25, you should have taken out this magic weapon from the beginning. That kid is probably dead long ago!" 26 said.

"Who would have thought that a third-level Qi practitioner could compete with five fourth-level Qi practitioners?" 27 also spoke.

"This kid really can't be kept. He's already practicing Qi at the third level at such a young age. He's so powerful even though he's useless with any magic weapon. Given time, he will definitely grow into a terrifying existence." 28 said.

"Wait a minute, 25, what did you mean by asking which family he belongs to?" 29 asked, "If he has a family, we will drive him out and kill him. If his family hunts him down, the higher-ups will not help us. of."

"Then you want to fail the mission?" 25 turned around and glanced at a few people, and said something that frightened a few of them, "Do you want to experience the punishment for failing the mission?"

The four of them shook their heads in horror.

"Then shut up!" 25 yelled and turned around.

The expressions of the four people kept changing, and they hesitated to speak, but no one spoke again.

The entire clearing became quiet again for an instant.

No one noticed Xia Canyang's smiling mouth, shrouded in afterimages, and his figure getting faster and faster.

At the foot of Longya Mountain.

A huge owl flying in the sky flew straight down from mid-air and stopped at the foot of the mountain.

"Little Eagle Eagle, is sister here?" A little boy's voice sounded behind the owl.

"Yes, I can only send you here. Get down quickly." The owl waved its big wings impatiently.

Immediately, a small head appeared on the owl's back. After receiving the owl's affirmative answer, he jumped off the owl's back and climbed up to the dark Dragon Tooth Mountain without looking back.