The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

Qiong Ming's fan covered half of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Qin Yuan looked at him for a while, and without knowing what he was thinking, he carved phantom formation patterns on the back of his hand.

All her phantom formations collapsed during the battle with the Avatar. Now that we are short of time, we will definitely not be able to make up for them all, but it is still slightly better than nothing.

The disciple took the healing medicine she gave him and used his mind method to transfer his energy to recover.

None of them are in a hurry to find Qin Ang, and he can't escape here...

The fork in the secret realm.

Qin Ang touched the armor on his shoulders and looked behind him in caution.

He should have been killed by the Avatar... It doesn't matter, as long as I'm still alive...

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"It's too slow to draw the sword, it doesn't seal the vitality, and it's soft-hearted. How can you compete with others for the position of future head of the family?"

"Remember the injuries on your body. No one in this world can be trusted except you, including me and your mother!"

In the cold winter snow, the bruised little boy held his sword and slowly walked back to his room.

"Young Master..." A servant wanted to step forward to help him, but was held back by the person next to him: "The master has ordered that as long as the young master is not dead, we are not allowed to take care of him."

"Then the young master is so pitiful..."

"Is there anyone in the Qin family who isn't pitiful?" The man sighed and pulled his servant away.

The little boy heard their discussion, gritted his teeth, walked into the door, threw his sword aside, and fell on the bed without any strength.

The wound hurt, and the blood stained the quilt through the luxurious fabric.

Don't worry about it, you will be fine, just like yourself.

He really wanted to cry at this moment, but he couldn't...

Because he was discovered by his father, tomorrow's sword practice will be even more cruel.

He raised his arms to cover his eyes, feeling helpless and without anyone to tell him.

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy heard a noise outside. He thought it was his father coming and quickly sat up.

But after a long time, no one opened the door?Feeling doubtful, he came to the window.

It was snowing outside, and everything as far as the eye could see was pure white. The little boy saw the girl in thin clothes walking towards the side yard holding a match.

There was no expression on her face, her hair was the same color as heaven and earth, and her whole person's indifference could be felt from a distance.

When he first started to practice Taoism, the little boy had very good eyesight. He saw the frostbite on the girl's hands. The red spots were stained by scratches.

"Isn't she in pain?"

The little boy looked at his wounds, then looked up at the girl's completely disappeared back.

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"Qin Ang!"

The loud shouting pulled him out of his memories, and Qin Ang turned to look at the person.

After lingering on the Qin family disciple for a moment, his eyes could not move away from the person behind him.

Qin Yuan sat on Dabai's shoulder, and the other party's bear paws were around her knees, holding back the red robe of killing to prevent it from being exposed.

After breaking through the foundation building, Little White Bear's giant bear form was much larger than before. Against this background, even A Yuan, who was in his early 170s, looked extremely petite and cute.

Just like when I first met her...

"Qin Ang, do you know what you just did! I almost died! We are the same race!"

The disciple stepped forward with his toes, and rushed out like an arrow. His right hand gently covered the scales on his shoulder, and he pulled out a soft sword from below.

The shadow of the sword floated, but he still kept his hand?

"Well..." Qin Ang responded, not looking for useless reasons or hypocritical excuses.

He also covered his shoulder with his right hand and drew out his soft sword to fight with him.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard in the secret realm was the harsh collision of sword blades.

[Note: He cannot defeat Qin Ang. 】

"Well..." A Yuan rubbed the fan with his fingertips, with a kind of alienation as if he was watching the fire from afar, with no intention of taking action.

[Note: Won’t you help?Could he die? 】

"Then let him die. If I don't cherish my own life, why should I, an outsider, help him cherish it?"

Qin Yuan's eyebrows revealed indifference, and she could tell that although the disciple was hateful and angry, at most he just wanted to seriously injure Qin Ang and vent his anger, and did not want to kill him.

This is a characteristic of his nephew's family. Otherwise, why would he only draw swords and not perform magic arts?

"You can't kill people of your own race. If you don't get stabbed to the core, it will be troublesome for you to live."

Qin Ang seemed to be aware of his disciple's intention and retreated pretending to be outmatched.

The fact that he sacrificed his own clan when encountering danger must not be reported back to the Qin family, otherwise he will lose the support of the people!

Thinking about how he decisively exploded the magic formula when his disciple was thrusting straight into the closing posture, and the ink-colored stream of light instantly captured the head.

"Qin Ang!"

The disciple was shocked and quickly defended himself and stepped back, but it was still a step too late.

In the crisis, he retreated to the left, and his shoulder armor was chopped into pieces, but he didn't suffer any injuries.

"You..." The disciple knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Are you serious..."

Before he could finish "disregarding the feelings of his fellow clan", Dabai knocked him out from behind and slapped Qin Ang with a bear's paw.

And our little A Yuan was standing there, being gently hit on the head by two avatars.

Incarnation 1: "Quickly clear out people, don't waste time."

Avatar 2: "That's a good hit on the head."

"Are you two going to eat the fried cake?!" Qin Yuan grabbed their hands and looked at the disciple who couldn't come back to his senses.

Just when he was about to say something about "attacking from the front and back", he picked her up and continued to beat her.

"..."

"Yao Yun, don't want the necklace anymore!"

Dabai is new to Foundation Establishment. Although he has not fully mastered his own power, a golden elixir is enough.

I saw his claws attached to the power of ice and snow, shattering Qin Ang's sword light, and printed it towards his chest.

The latter's expression changed slightly, one shoulder armor reflected a mysterious light, an invisible film blocked the attack, and the whole person retreated backwards.

The Qin family's shoulder armor can ward off evil, and can also be used to protect one's body when activated.

The blow failed, so Dabai continued to follow, but the disciple who had previously used his sword was a little faster than him. It was obvious that this time he was going to kill.

Qin Ang parried with his soft sword, but the bear's paw came from the other side. After two strikes, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"Ding...puff..."

Blood stained his clothes. He was lying on the stone ground with his sword in hand just like he was lying on the bed.

It still hurts, but now the injuries are fatal...

The disciple was breathing heavily and had several scars on his body. His hands were trembling and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"jingle…"

With the sound of the chains moving and banging, Qin Yuan finished his fight with the two avatars and walked over.

She stood beside the disciple, Qiong Ming's fan half-expanded out of her sleeves, and a pale, temperatureless flame slowly ignited on it.

"There should be a limit to innocence. Even if you hesitate to take action against an enemy who wants your own life just because he is a member of the same clan? Can you support Qin Yuhe in seizing the throne?"

The words are ruthless and heartbreaking. To the supporting retainers of the same lineage, it is almost like "greeting" your parents in front of you.

The disciple clenched his fists, as if suddenly awakening, and was about to walk towards Qin Ang with his sword in hand.

"Stupid, you are not showing your determination to me. Do you want the entire Qin family to know that it was Qin Yuhe's people who killed Qin Ang?"

The Qin family's divine sea has restrictions, and people can only kill souls, otherwise whoever did it will be found out.