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Three days later.

A small flying boat flew away from Shangyang City in the night. The flying boat is about five feet long, shaped like a flat leaf, and rides on the wind at extremely fast speeds.

The wind outside the ship was as strong as a knife, but it was blocked by the light shield on the surface of the ship, causing little ripples.

on deck.

A young man with rich clothes, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, stood proudly, with his hands behind his back, looking at the outline of Shangyang City going away under the boat, his face sinking like water.

The man's name is Zhao Zhongliu, the legitimate son of the Zhao family, one of the eight aristocratic families in Shangyang City, and he is on the run.

"Sir, are we leaving like this?"

"We have only been back to the city for a short time, and if we leave like this, the young master will have to make other aristocratic families laugh at us from now on."

Next to Zhao Zhongliu was a man of similar age to him, who looked quite aggrieved at the moment.

"It's just a son-in-law with a foreign surname."

"I think the master is just confused. He doesn't even want to help his own son. Instead, he wants to help an outsider."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Zhongliu didn't look good, but he still yelled at the man.

"You dare to comment on my father's decision. If it weren't for the fact that you have followed me for many years, I would leave you behind now."

The man looked horrified and quickly slapped his mouth.

"Yes, the young man should be slapped, but he was also worried about the young master, so he said the wrong thing. Please forgive me, young master."

Zhao Zhongliu's expression softened slightly and he said:

"A son-in-law with a foreign surname is nothing, but he is a second-level formation mage, a perfect Qi practitioner, and may break through the foundation at any time, so that's different."

"This matter is indeed due to my poor consideration. I wanted to teach him a small lesson, but I didn't expect to end up burning myself."

“The auction in the city is about to begin, and Master Danyang’s Foundation Building Pill has also been refined.

As a real boy, the ancestor has the opportunity to buy a foundation-building pill at an affordable price. "

"Now the clan is in the process of distributing Foundation Establishment Pills. Besides me, there are two candidates. We cannot allow others to find opportunities to attack my father because of my affairs."

"I'm going back to the clan to avoid the limelight, just in time to shut them up."

The man said with longing on his face: "When I get this Foundation Building Pill for you, I will make another breakthrough.

At that time, any second-level formation master will only be a dog for the young master. "

Zhao Zhongliu showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said:

"If he is willing to come over, it doesn't matter if I reward him with my cousin."

"Our Zhao family is very thin. If we want to grow stronger, it is necessary to absorb people with other surnames."

"But then we have to see his sincerity."

He seemed to be treating himself as a future foundation-building overhaul.

The man admired him and said: "Young Master is generous. If he were a villain, how could he be given such an opportunity?"

Just as the two were thinking about the future, the flying boat suddenly made a loud noise.

"What happened?"

Zhao Zhongliu finally managed to control the flying boat to stabilize his body.

He saw a golden glow in front of him, and a golden dragon with a length of more than ten feet was circling across the sky.

The flying boat just hit the golden dragon.

"Where did the dragon come from?"

Zhao Zhongliu looked shocked. Such a huge monster dragon was at least a second-level monster and could not be defeated without foundation building.

At the same time, he immediately crushed the distress signal in his arms.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Shangyang City. As long as he can hold on for a quarter of an hour, reinforcements from the family will arrive.

But when he looked closely, he found that the edges of Jin Jiao's body were illusory, and it felt like a mirage.

"No, it's..."

Zhao Zhongliu had always been on good terms with the Lin family, and the reason why he provoked Yu Xian was because Zhao Shiwen had been drunkenly promised to a young master of the Lin family by him.

After returning home this time, I was also teased by others. I couldn't bear to lose face and wanted to teach Yu Xian a lesson.

Therefore, he knew a lot about the Lin family.

He suddenly remembered a spiritual weapon from the Lin family that had not been seen for a long time.

"Golden Scale Sword!"

"Which Daxiu of the Lin family is in front? The junior Zhao Zhongliu is a close friend with Lin Xie, the fourth son of the Lin family. Senior, please don't misunderstand that you have found the wrong person."

However, there was no movement at all ahead.

The golden dragon has already taken advantage of the situation to winch the flying boat.

Click, click, click! !

The protective shield outside the flying boat began to be overwhelmed. The light shield shattered like glass, and spots of light flew everywhere. It was about to be unable to withstand it.

With a ruthless look in his eyes, Zhao Zhong grabbed the man next to him and threw him out of the flying boat.

"Li Zhao, it's time for you to be loyal to me."

"No young master!"

The man yelled, and a mana shield appeared on his body.

He saw the sword energy overflowing from the body surrounded by the golden dragon. The man's mana shield was as vulnerable as tissue paper and was instantly smashed into pieces by the sword energy.

But it also created a short gap in Jin Jiao's attack.

Zhao Zhongliu seized the opportunity and crawled into the gap.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue, and a blood talisman exploded in the air, fused with his essence and blood, and turned into a pair of blood-colored light wings.

This talisman is called the Blood Wing Talisman. It is guided by one's own essence and blood, and can fly at a speed exceeding that of ordinary foundation-building monks.

It was enough for him to run for his life in front of the monks in the early stage of foundation building.

As a child of a wealthy family, how could he not have a life-saving trump card?

"What is going on? Why does the Lin family's golden scale sword appear here? Does the Lin family want to declare war on the Zhao family?"

Zhao Zhongliu had many distracting thoughts in his mind, and suddenly his lips felt so dry that he wanted to drink water.

He felt that the energy and blood in his body were like a dam that had opened, all pouring out uncontrollably.

He looked up and saw blood threads spreading out from the void, and a large net had been woven at some point.

He thought he had escaped, but instead he ran into a trap.

"No!"

A pair of blood-colored light wings behind Zhao Zhongliu suddenly disappeared.

A dry corpse fell from the sky.

Then a stream of light flashed, the body disappeared, and all the chaos dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

A quarter of an hour later.

I saw two streams of light flying from the sky, they were a middle-aged man with a majestic face and a young man with red lips and white teeth.

But it is the middle-aged people who are behind and the young people who are in front.

The two people were surprisingly Zhao Yuan, the head of the Zhao family, and Zhao Qingfeng, the ancestor of the Zhao family.

"Ancestor, did something happen to Zhongliu?"

Zhao Yuan looked anxious.

He is already over sixty years old, past the best age for foundation building.

And Zhao Zhongliu is his only son who has perfected his Qi practice.

Now it was the time when the Foundation Establishment Pill was allocated. If something happened to his son, it would not only affect a person's life, but also the future power and wealth of their family.

He couldn't help but not be anxious.

Zhao Qingfeng didn't care much, he was just a descendant.

And even he felt a hint of danger from the remaining aura here. He deserved to die for offending such a person.

Do you want his ancestor to fight to the death with a monk of the same level over an unworthy descendant?

He is the ancestor of the Zhao family, not the nanny of the Zhao family.

But facing Zhao Yuan who lost his beloved son, he shook his head and said:

"There is very little aura left here, indicating that the battle ended quickly. You may have escaped if you didn't give the Blood Wing Talisman to Zhongliu."

Zhao Yuan had a serious look on his face, knowing that his son was in danger.

But hoping for the best, he was still looking around.

The ancestor of the Zhao family has already left.

The life of a child of the Zhao family is not worthy of him caring too much.

For him, the glory of the Zhao family depends on him alone, so serving the real person well is the first priority.

After all, he is not the only boy under the real person's seat.