Yang Yuer and her mother Yan Xiru were fine, but her father Ling Wei had a lot of trauma. It was obviously caused by fighting with others. Ling Fei's face was particularly gloomy and full of anger. He really wanted to kill the fourth elder, Ling Yufeng and six guards at once. However, his strength was limited. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes flashed with unconcealed murderous intent, as if he had become a substantial smoke to kill them.?????

At this time, Ling Yufeng walked towards Ling Fei. His handsome face, which had no expression, curled up an invisible arc, adding a bit of ruthlessness to him invisibly. His eyes gradually became cold and a trace of murderous intent flashed.

"I don't want them to have something to do with you, you'd better be honest." Ling Yufeng pointed at Ling Wei and the other two and said. As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yufeng kicked Ling Fei's abdomen.

Ling Fei wanted to fight back, but when he looked at his mother's eyes, his teeth were clenched tightly, he finally clenched his fists tightly, and he refused to take action. After being kicked by Ling Yufeng, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Fei looked at Ling Yufeng unwillingly and said, "If you really have the ability, you will fight me openly." Hearing this, Ling Yufeng said disdainfully: "Just rely on you Ling Fei? What qualifications do you have to say this?"

Ling Fei no longer refuted, and he could only keep silent about such a person.

Seeing that Ling Fei stopped talking, Ling Yufeng was not interested, so he immediately took out the Liefeng Sword and stabbed Ling Fei in the heart, hoping to take Ling Fei's life with one blow.

Seeing this, his mother Yan Xiru and Yang Yuer were both shocked and frightened. Especially Yang Yuer, who covered her cherry mouth, screamed endlessly. Ling Wei, who was beside him, retreated to the guards, "Fei'er, be careful." He said hurriedly, then rushed to Ling Fei to resist the Liefeng Sword for him.

Just as the Liefeng Sword was approaching, Ling Fei was furious, and blue veins burst out on his pretty face, and he shouted in surprise: "Dad!"

"ah!"

A heart-wrenching shout came from Ling Fei's mouth, suddenly awakening him.

Ling Fei opened his sleepy eyes and slapped his head hard. He was still holding the Blood Drinking Sword. He had just hypnotized the sword into the illusion. Could it be the sound of the sword before? He was careless now. In this matter, Ling Fei became a little afraid of the sword and became even more afraid.

With previous experience, Ling Fei condensed a fire-attribute element in his hands and sealed it against the sword body. After only three breaths, the light flashed with dazzling red light in an instant, but it passed away in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that the Blood Drinking Sword was not moving, Ling Fei sighed lightly, and a slightly deeper arc curled up from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

At this time, he looked at the Fourth Elder and said, "Fourth Elder, the weapon has been selected, and you can leave." Hearing the words, the Fourth Elder looked at the Blood Drinking Sword in Ling Fei's hand with a little surprise, and frowned slightly. When Ling Fei selected the Blood Drinking Sword, he was carefully observing. Many people had chosen this sword before, but without exception, all died of exhaustion of energy. The Fourth Elder thought Ling Fei would also follow their footsteps, but when Ling Fei was fine, how could he not be surprised?

The fourth elder said, "Since you have chosen the weapon, then leave the Ling clan first. If it weren't for me today, it would be difficult for you to come in. Only after you pass the coming-of-age ceremony can you enter and exit at will."

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Fei clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, the Fourth Elder, for taking action, Ling Fei will take his leave first." After that, Ling Fei walked out of the Ling clan with the Blood Drinking Sword.

On the way, Ling Fei picked up the Blood Drinking Sword and waved it. A smile appeared in his face to expose his mood. Although the Blood Drinking Sword is an intermediate magic weapon, Ling Fei felt that this sword was not what he saw on the surface.

The traces of the sword shadows brought a dazzling light. Ling Fei's sword body shook, and the Blood Drinking Sword immediately flashed with dazzling light, which was completely comparable to a low-level spiritual weapon, but it was uncontrollable and flew into the air. Seeing this, Ling Fei naturally could not let it escape like this.

The joy on his face before was no longer there, and only anger was replaced by anger. He tapped the ground with one foot, soared into the air, wrapped in a thin layer of Yuanli, and grabbed the hilt of the Blood-Drinking Sword with his right hand.

The Blood Drinking Sword is different from other magic weapons. Ling Fei did not want to give up this sword because it looked good on the outside, but because the sword spirit produced by the level of this sword was a capability that ordinary spiritual weapons could not possess.

When he was about to catch the Blood Drinking Sword, he was cunningly avoided. Ling Fei had no choice but to increase his ambition, his body flashed, and brought a strong wind, and ran away with him. He tried his best to get the Blood Drinking Sword again. Ling Fei looked at the Blood Drinking Sword and couldn't help but sigh, is this still a sword?

After this incident, Ling Fei did not dare to fiddle with the Blood Drinking Sword anymore and walked towards home.

The dusk at sunset still tirelessly illuminates the woods, reflecting the yellow light of the earth, passing by in the consumption of time. A cool breeze gently floats by, blowing against a young man walking from a distance.

At this moment, the young man was carrying a sword around his waist, and a smile on his handsome face, looking very leisurely. It was Ling Fei who came out of the Ling clan.

Walking in the woods, Ling Fei sat on a stone to rest, and took out the jade pendant that he had been carrying only half of his body. In his opinion, this jade pendant was not like an ordinary thing, but he couldn't understand what it was in specific effects. He just felt a very old feeling from this half of the jade pendant, even older than the "Weapon Pavilion" in the Ling clan. In Ling Fei's memory, since he was born, this jade pendant was worn on him.

At this moment, Ling Fei suddenly had an ominous premonition, but he himself didn't know what it was. He frowned and looked around.

Suddenly, he noticed several strong fluctuations of Yuan power, and became closer and closer, and was obviously coming towards Ling Fei. Ling Fei was very confused. These auras were very strange, and somehow he wanted to find him. He sighed again and smiled bitterly: "I will never avoid what should be done."

A wind, rain and sunny day,

One day, one month, one New Year.

Happy festivals,

Laughing New Year every day!
Chapter completed!