Chapter 2212 Another Big Chess Game

Li Yue and Yan Suxin, who were still in shock, saw Yan Xiao walking quickly, and Li Yue could not wait to greet him.

"Brother Xiao, something bad has happened."

Although Yan Ling'er said it very easily, it must be a shocking and overwhelming thing in the hearts of Li Yue and Yan Suxin.

The Yan Palace that has reached fullness, the unheard-of Nine-Layer Buddha Spirit Art, and the ability to kill Duanmu Changce, who is in the second stage of the Attachment Realm, without condensing the Yan Palace, are all impossible things, but all of these have happened, and they happened to the young man in front of him, his own son.

Seeing Li Yue so anxious, Yan Xiao, who had just opened the door of the hall, directly glanced at Yan Ling'er beside him, but the latter did not change at all at this moment, as if taking it as encouragement, and happily eating snacks.

"Yuer, I already know everything about Ling'er. Ling'er is not to blame for Duanmu Changce's death."

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about Ling'er's own affairs."

When Yan Xiao heard Li Yue mention other things, he couldn't help but have a headache. He could only blame Yan Ling'er for causing trouble since he was a child.

Of course, he couldn't be blamed for all this. Who asked Yan Xiao to give me such a name that deserves a beating? How could there be less trouble?

How could a super strong man ten thousand years ago withstand the ridicule of these ants?

Yan Xiao glanced at Yan Ling'er and shook his head helplessly, but from his sight, Yan Ling'er also saw what he meant: "This little ancestor has always liked to cause trouble since he was a child. Could it be that he caused something more difficult than killing Duanmu Prince?"

The information was fully interpreted by Yan Ling'er.

Yan Xiao, who was extremely headache, slowly walked to the high chair next to Li Yue and sat down.

For some reason, compared to the shock of Li Yue and Yan Suxin, the younger sister Yan Yue'er beside her was not at all shocked, everything seemed normal.

Yan Yue'er ran over quickly to pour tea for Yan Xiao, and sat down obediently beside Li Yue. Yan Xiao and Li Yue were very doting on their nine-year-old daughter.

"Yu'er, what has this kid done again?"

"Ling'er wants to condense the Yan Mansion in advance."

Yan Xiao was holding the teacup, and just as he was about to drink it, the cup "banged" and directly turned into pieces, floating in the room.

Yan Xiao looked at Yan Ling'er, his face full of disbelief, he couldn't believe what he heard, he hadn't spoken yet, and got the same result as in the Zongtang.

Yan Ling'er looked at her shocked father, without saying a word, her face was full of the look of being beaten, which immediately made Yan Xiao angry.

The snack wrapped by the flame power turned into a sharp sword and rushed towards Yan Ling'er. Fortunately, Aunt Qi took action, otherwise, he would be in great pain at this moment.

Li Yue saw this situation and did not stop it. After a while, Li Yue told Yan Xiao again what Yan Ling'er had said.

"The Nine-Layered Buddha Spirit Art has indeed never stopped. The flame palace has not condensed, and the spiritual skills are useless. This is also a well-known fact." Yan Xiao muttered to himself. The use of spiritual skills requires the support of flame power, otherwise it is just a general fighting skill. Unless the skills are crushed, it is impossible to defeat a strong man in the realm of attachment.

"Ling'er, tell me in detail how you killed Duanmu Changce. If you are making it up, I will give you a good beating."

As for the beatings from her father, they were really good. Yan Ling'er, who still remembered the taste, sat up straight and explained it to her father. After all, what happened today was true and not exaggerated. Although it was just a fragmentary memory from ten thousand years ago, it was enough for Yan Ling'er to kill a person in the realm of attachment.

"Father, you know my habit. I like playing in Yancheng since I was a child."

"Let's get to the point."

Yan Ling'er, who was about to ease the atmosphere, was interrupted by Yan Xiao. She immediately told him everything and said, "Don't be scared. Today, my son and Yue'er were inspecting the Spirit Weapon Building. Duanmu Changce rushed in and cursed before he even took a look. For the children of the noble families, our Spirit Weapon Building is really not suitable for them. The highest we sell is only the second-grade spiritual weapon. So, my son took the finale spiritual weapon of the Spirit Weapon Building: the Gathering Spirit Sword!"

"The Gathering Spirit Sword is a third-grade spiritual weapon. It is already the best spiritual weapon on the market in Yancheng. Even if it is used by the initial stage of the Flame Master, it is better." Li Yue said.

Taking out the Gathering Spirit Sword, Yan Ling'er wanted to make a good deal, so she said in a good voice: "Sir, this is the highest spiritual weapon in the Spirit Weapon Building, the Gathering Spirit Sword, a third-grade spiritual weapon, 5,000 Flame Stones."

"A first-grade spiritual weapon is only about 100 Yanshi, a second-grade spiritual weapon is generally between 500 and 1,000 Yanshi, and a third-grade spiritual weapon is priced between 1,000 and 5,000 Yanshi. Isn't the price you're asking for this Soul Gathering Sword a bit high? Do you think my Duanmu family's money is easy to earn?"

Hearing such a price, Duanmu Changce shouted immediately.

"Duanmu Prince, my Yan clan is famous for its reputation when opening a spiritual weapon shop. Flame-fighting people who buy spiritual weapons in our spiritual weapon building will never regret it. The reason why the Soul Gathering Sword is worth so many Yanshi is that it has the effect of gathering spirits and can increase the recovery of flame power. Although it cannot be 100% enhanced, it can still increase the speed of 30%."

For this kind of spiritual weapon, Yan Ling'er, who has a memory of ten thousand years, is also quite surprised that it can be so fast during the battle and reduce the loss of flame power. For a flame-fighting person, the Soul Gathering Sword is not an ordinary third-grade spiritual weapon. It has the effect of saving lives, so the price will naturally be higher.

Duanmu Changce's eyebrows were frivolous. With such effects and this price, it was indeed not unworthy. He didn't know how to respond for a moment.

At this moment, the maid serving tea slipped, and the tea just happened to splash on the corner of Duanmu Changce's clothes. Like this, the attendant beside Duanmu Changce immediately yelled: "How presumptuous, do you know how valuable the prince's clothes are? Such and such?"

The maid was drunk and apologized hastily. However, Duanmu Changce was vicious and despicable, and treated the maid frivolously.

Yan Ling'er felt nauseated immediately when she saw such a wretched and stinky Duanmu Changce. She helped the maid and asked her to leave. However, what was even more rogue was that the guard beside Duanmu Changce shouted directly: "If your clothes are wet, take your clothes." The spirit sword was given as compensation.”

Yan Ling'er, who had a memory of ten thousand years, frowned. There was such a shameless person. Just now he felt a wave of inflammatory power gradually spreading from the floor and attacking the maid.

"No, no, no, forget about the Soul Gathering Sword. I don't need that thing, so why not"

Before he finished speaking, his despicable expression rose again and he looked at Yan Yue'er beside Yan Ling'er.

"Such a beautiful little girl is really rare. I never thought that such a small border town would have such a unique product. Why don't I let this pretty little lady have a drink with me as an apology." After saying this, Duanmu Changce stretched out his hand to pull Yan Yuer.

Yan Ling'er saw his movements and was about to take action, but Yan Yue'er quickly hid behind Yan Ling'er. Duanmu Changce leaned forward so much that he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Just when Yan Ling'er was surprised by Yan Yue'er's behavior, everyone around him was stunned with fear. Duanmu Changce's dog-eating posture continued, and no one came forward to help him. They both looked at Duanmu Changce who was lying on the ground.

The Yanzhe who was buying spiritual weapons suddenly saw such a situation. Although he didn't know why, the sound of ridicule gradually spread.

Duanmu Changce, who had received the best treatment since he was a child, had never experienced anything like this. He was the only one who had ever done this to others, not to himself, for such a bullshit wrestling method. He was immediately furious.

He shouted: "Kill him for me."

The weapons in the hands of the guards came out of thin air, and they were possessed by flames. Three of them were in the second level of the realm, and one was in the first level. All of them were masters of the realm.

Duanmu Changce stood up from the ground and saw that Yan Ling'er and others were surrounded. He sneered: "If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink as a fine. Give that little girl to me and take her back as a concubine. In addition, this spiritual weapon All the buildings have been demolished. As for Master Yan, let me teach him how to behave."

In the Yanli Tower, there is only one person in the Yan clan who is attached to the realm. Fortunately, he has the third level of realm attachment. This person, Li Zheng, also had a spiritual weapon appear out of thin air in his hand. The difference in strength directly caused him to attach to the realm. The flame power on the weapon is even stronger, which is also due to the Yan Mansion's background.

Without stopping, Li Zheng directly fought with the three attendants of the second stage of the realm. The battle was simple and rough. The knives and swords with flaming power collided in the spiritual weapon building, shaking the room with a cold sound.

The remaining attendant from the Fujing Stage headed towards Yan Yue'er.

Yan Ling'er obviously didn't expect that his guardian family thousands of years ago would be so overbearing and would snatch people away at the slightest disagreement. However, just when he wanted to go to protect Yue'er, a terrifying strong wind faced him from the side. The head comes.

In such a situation, I have no other choice. When it comes to ruthlessness, I have never lost to anyone ten thousand years ago, how can I do it in ten thousand years? Without stopping, he shouted loudly: "The Duanmu family is so dignified, but their work is so low-level and dirty, do they still want to rob civilian girls in the broad daylight with their heads bald?"

Its sound contains the spirit of fire and spreads outward to the maximum extent.

Duanmu Changce, who was already extremely embarrassed, suddenly blackened his eyes when he heard that Yan Ling'er was acting like this. If it was anything else, forget it, but Yan Ling'er just called the Duanmu family. The Duanmu family has a special status in Anyang County. , if it were spread at this moment, I am afraid it would have an impact on the clan plan, especially when my cousin, Duan Murong, was sternly instructing me.

However, most of the people who buy spiritual weapons in the Spiritual Weapon Building are cultivators. If this matter spreads throughout Anyang County like a whirlwind, the impact on the Duanmu family will be even more subtle. This will be a fatal blow to this special period. .

"Duanmu family? Which Duanmu family?"

"Which other Duanmu family in Phoenix Continent dares to be so domineering?"

Yan Ling'er, who was still running away, heard everyone talking and immediately added: "Fenghuang Continent, the five major families, the Duanmu family, the head of the family is Duanmu Batian."

When Duanmu Changce heard this, he staggered in anger and turned to look at everyone.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the Spiritual Artifact Building, with all kinds of criticisms and criticisms.

Duanmu Changce's face was like ice and iron, extremely cold.

"Catch that kid, don't let him talk nonsense."

Ben ran towards Yan Yue'er's attendant, immediately stopped, turned around and grabbed Yan Ling'er.

Suddenly, two powerful men from the realm came towards him, and Yan Ling'er suddenly felt that the pressure doubled. You must know that now he has not even condensed the Yan Mansion.

But fortunately, the fighting skills from ten thousand years ago are still there, so I can handle it.

However, Duanmu Changce and the guards were extremely uncomfortable. When they arrested Yan Ling'er, they found that he was extremely agile and they could not do anything to him for a while.

The Attachment Realm improved all attributes of the Flamer, but for some reason, his reaction speed was slower than Yan Ling'er's, which frightened him.

Duanmu Changce failed to pursue him and laughed directly: "Are you a monkey?"

Yan Ling'er heard the voice coming from behind and said nothing. The longer she delayed, the safer Yan Yue'er would be and the more beneficial it would be for her. Once the strong men from the clan arrived, she could escape.

When Duanmu Changce saw this, he sneered and drank softly.

"Qingyue Step!"

I saw Duanmu Changce's speed directly increased several times. When the flamers around saw such a magical skill, they exclaimed. Generally, the speed of spiritual skills can be increased by ten out of 100 at most, which is considered excellent, but Duanmu Changce's spiritual skill was directly improved by up to 10%. More than twenty out of a hundred.

Feeling Duanmu Changce's rapid increase in speed behind him, Yan Linger cursed inwardly.

"I shouldn't have given him pointers back then, just let him improve to five out of 100."

Qingyue Step, Duanmu's guard's famous skill, could only improve to 50% in the initial stage. When Yan Ling'er saw this, he directly made some suggestions, so that his guard could directly improve to 50% and become famous in one fell swoop.

Although the current descendants of the Duanmu family have not been promoted to the level of his ancestors, they are still quite a lot.

Looking at Duanmu Changce and the others who were chasing after him, he shouted in desperation: "Since there is no way to hide, let's fight!"

Holding the Soul Gathering Sword in his hand, he pointed angrily at Duanmu's long strategy and said to himself: "Duanmu boy, I will clean up the house for you today. You are already in the loess, so don't blame me."

Seeing Yan Ling'er who suddenly stopped, Duanmu Changce laughed and said: "Rat, you don't want to hide anymore? Is it just you who will fight?"

He took out two giant axes out of thin air in his palm, and the rich flame power gradually surrounded the two giant axes. "You are lucky to die under my spiritual axe."

A cruel smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, rising like the reaper of death.

"Qingyue Step!"

Duanmu Changce was seen holding a big axe, and with the blessing of Qingyue Step, his speed increased sharply.

Yan Ling'er couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it's a good body skill, but it's a pity.

I saw that Duanmu Changce had arrived a moment ago, leaping high with a big ax in his hand, and using the force of the big ax in his hand to fall down. If an ordinary person was hit by this axe, he would have become a dead soul.

Yan Ling'er's ghostly divine punishment made him run away, and the giant ax struck the spiritual weapon pavilion, splitting it in half instantly, and the spiritual weapon inside fell to the ground.

"Boy, you ran pretty fast. I wonder if you will have such luck again."

I saw Duanmu Changce coming towards me again. In an instant, dozens of moves had passed. The power of each move was extremely domineering. At this moment, Yan Ling'er's hands were shaking slightly. If it weren't for the effect of the Spirit Gathering Sword, he could continue to inflict fire damage. The Mansion provides Yanling, otherwise the Yan Mansion would have dried up long ago.

Seeing Yan Ling'er's trembling hands, Duanmu Changce's mocking voice became even louder. At this moment, he did not consume even fifty flame souls, but his actual strength was 256.

On the other hand, Yan Linger seemed to be exhausted.

"Boy, it is extremely rare that you, who have not yet condensed into the Yan Mansion, have persisted in my hands for so long. Your Yan clan has produced a pretty good genius, but there are too many geniuses who have died in Lingqu Continent."

Duanmu Changce was like a cat playing with a mouse, and he kept attacking Yan Ling'er with his ax. Every time the ax and sword collided, Yan Ling'er took dozens of steps back.

However, what surprised him was that when the Flame Soul consumed nearly one hundred and sixty flames, he, Yan Ling'er, had not yet exhausted his energy. Such consumption was enough to consume a person in the first level of the Attached Realm.

But Yan Linger was not like this.

"Is it possible that the spirit-gathering effect of the Spirit-Gathering Sword is so good?"

Yan Ling'er never paid attention to Duanmu Changce's cynicism from beginning to end, but after this battle, he desperately wanted to underestimate his Yanfu heritage.

At this moment, his Yan Mansion has not yet condensed, but the consumption of flame power in his Yan Mansion is not enough. From this point of view, his background is the same as it was ten thousand years ago.

Seeing Yan Ling'er's indifference, Duanmu Changce took a moment and stopped staying.

"Third-grade spiritual skill: Shanshan Slash!"

Hearing the voice of Duanmu Changce behind him, Yan Ling'er's expression immediately changed slightly, and he saw the flames on the ax blade explode instantly, and its intensity was stronger than any previous attack.

When the guards who were fighting saw Duanmu Changce like this, they immediately became anxious. With such power, if the young master was hit, he would definitely be split into two halves.

In a hurry, they immediately rushed to Yan Ling'er. Seeing the guard's expression, the three attendants of the Duanmu family immediately seized the opportunity. Due to the urgency, the guard did not care about one of the strong men in the realm, and the scarlet severed arm fell directly. In the Spiritual Weapon Building, it was extremely dazzling.

A miserable voice sounded inside the building.

Looking at the guard with his broken arm, Duanmu Changce smiled even more.

"Boy, take your life!"

The sudden change directly stimulated Yan Ling'er on one side. This scene was so similar to that ten thousand years ago. He, who was originally waiting for the strong man in the family, now had murderous intent on his face.

The Duanmu Changce in front of me will die today.

I saw a giant ax falling from the sky. Yan Ling'er directly held a sharp sword in his hand and collided with it. The crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the spiritual weapon building. The ax and sword collided, and the sword light shot out. The floor instantly turned into powder and dust flew up. .

The flamers around were frightened by the sword light and took a few steps back. Their ears were deafened for a moment. Under the flying dust, everyone could no longer see what was happening nearby.

"Master Ling'er won't be cut in half!"

...

After the sword glow, everyone woke up and immediately started talking.

Duanmu Changce's spiritual skill just now was extremely powerful, but the young leader of the Yan clan actually attacked him head-on. This situation was really unwise.

However, when the dust slowly dispersed.

Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground.

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the center of the battlefield, and two figures slowly appeared in front of them.

Yan Ling'er still held the Spirit Gathering Sword in his hand, but the front part of the sword was broken, but he didn't do anything, looking at the person in front of him with his huge eyes.

The broken sword was directly inserted into Duanmu Changce's throat at this moment, and blood was flowing wildly. The latter's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yan Ling'er turned over and sat quietly aside.

He said: "It was a close call, a close call..."

The four servants who were still in surprise had not reacted for a long time. Seeing this situation, they hurried to Duanmu Changce's side.

The latter's breath was gone, and the signs of life seemed to have disappeared.

The surrounding flamers were surprised. They did not expect that Duanmu Changce's fatal blow only cut off Yan Ling'er's Soul Gathering Sword.

But he died under this broken sword.

The sudden change instantly frightened the four people and their faces turned pale. After this incident, the four people were afraid that they could only follow their master.

At this moment, a terrible wave of flame power slowly rose in the Spirit Weapon Building.

Looking at the scarlet blood and broken arms in front of him, Yan Ling'er sat quietly in the center of the battlefield holding the broken sword.

"Duanmu family, you are too presumptuous!"

The four guards heard the voice behind them, their faces turned even more livid, and they shouted: "Yan Que, your clan killed my Duanmu prince."

"Wait for our revenge."

The guards who had just looked puzzled, when they saw Yan Que's appearance, immediately attributed the death of Duanmu Changce to Yan Que. They did not think that Yan Ling'er had the ability to kill Duanmu Changce.

Yan Que, a master of the realm, only he could have such an opportunity by shooting a cold arrow secretly.

Originally, Yan Que thought that Yan Ling'er was seriously injured, but the four guards roared at him almost crazily. He immediately said for some reason: "I just arrived, what happened?"

"Don't pretend to be innocent. Who else here has the strength to kill Duanmu Changce with one blow except you?"

At this time, the flamers around nodded one after another. They did not think that Yan Ling'er, who had not yet condensed the Yan Mansion, had the ability to kill Duanmu Changce head-on, and she did not have any scars.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just arrived too!"

"Yan Que, you Yan clan just wait for our Duanmu family's revenge."

After the four roared, Duanmu Changce's body instantly disappeared in the Spirit Weapon Building, and the four immediately scattered. Yan Que dared to kill Duanmu Changce, so if they didn't leave, they would just become corpses.

Yan Ling'er in the center of the battlefield saw this scene, frowned slightly, helpless, and acquiesced to everything.