Destined Martial God

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In the horse house, on the front yard square!

After hearing Xu Hanwen's reminder, Yu Haoran slowly calmed down from sadness and remorse, turned his head and glanced at Wu Zhengjun kneeling beside him, Qin Lingfei and Sword without trace, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

Later, he immediately mobilized the gods who did not lose in the highest realm of the Supreme Eight Ranks, and swept across the southern, eastern, and central regions, and finally found the figures of Chu Zhongyu and others.

"Brother, several brothers, brother Yiming, sister Yuting, stay in place and don't disturb. Brother, I will immediately arrange for the strong to come to accept your return to the gate."

Utilizing divine thoughts to inform Chu Zhongyu and others to wait in place, Yu Haoran turned his head to the breeze, Yu Siqi, and Lu Yuan to order.

"Brother Qingfeng, please rush to a dense forest at the junction of Nanyu and Nanhuang immediately to meet the seven older brothers."

"Brother Yu, rest assured, Brother will go!"

After the divine thought was integrated into the specific position given by Hao Ran, Qingfeng nodded and signaled, and while rising into the sky, he directly tore the mountains and rushed to the desert.

"Sister, please go to a valley at the junction of the Southern and Central Regions to meet my sister-in-law, Sun Yuting."

"Xiao Ran, grief by the way!"

After the relief, while Si Qi soared into the sky, she also tore the mountain void and rushed to the valley where Gongsun Yuting was.

"Brother Lu, please go to the Blue Gold City in the Central Region and pick up my eighth brother Lin Xuan."

"understood!"

After nodding his head, Lu Yuan, who turned into a sword-mangling, went straight to the Blue Gold City in the Central Region at a speed not to be lost in tearing the void.

"Master Zhengjun, now you have to arrange the people of Baijimen to return to the sect, and then practice the spiritual hall with the power of the entire suze." After Qingfeng, Yu Siqi and Lu Yuan left, Yu Haoran turned his head to Wu Zhengjun kneeling beside him Commanded.

"Brother, I know!"

After nodding his head, Wu Zhengjun stood up and went straight to the other house where the people at Baijimen were temporarily housed.

After everything was properly arranged, Yu Haoran took out a ginseng fruit and a drop of Wan Yao Ling Milk from the storage ring, and planned to extend the time for the return of the teacher Feng Qingyun to reflect, so as to give them more time for farewell.

With the strength and means of Qingfeng, Lu Yuan, and Yu Siqi, it only took less than five minutes to return all the disciples of Qingyun's family to Luoma Mansion.

Although Chu Zhongyu and others were also startled by the changes in the mountains and the innate aura filled with the horse's mansion, when they saw him sitting on the ground and holding the fainted teacher in his arms, all A sudden look surrounded him.

"Master Nine, what's wrong with the master?" Liu Guangwei, the second elder brother who had the deepest feelings with Feng Qingyun, looked at the pale-faced master and asked with a trembling voice.

"The foundation has been destroyed, life has come to an end, and the master is about to become a fairy!" Yu Haoran said with a sad look at his head.

"master…!"

Upon hearing Yu Haoran's reply, the disciples of Qingyun's first line rushed to Feng Qingyun and shouted loudly.

"Brother, it's all arranged!"

At this time, Wu Zhengjun, who had dealt with the ancestral affairs, returned to the square. After nodding his head to Chu Zhongyu and others, he bowed back to Hao Ran and replied.

"Ok!"

After nodding, Yu Haoran looked up at Chu Zhongyu and others.

There was no need for Hao Ran's instructions and reminders. With Wu Zhengjun's demonstration, Chu Zhongyu and others immediately bowed in front of Feng Qingyun.

Send the Wan Yao Ling Milk prepared in advance to Feng Qingyun's mouth, and then use the divine power to send the Ling Milk into his body.

When the strong spiritual power of Wan Yao Ling Milk erupted and nourished the body and spirits, Feng Qingyun gradually awakened from the state of fainting.

"Hao Ran!" After opening his eyes, when he saw the person in front of himself, it was Yu Haoran he had been struggling to find, Feng Qingyun shouted with excitement immediately.

"Master, don't talk for now, eat this ginseng fruit first!"

After signalling Feng Qingyun to temporarily control his emotions, Yu Haoran sent the ginseng fruit to his mouth.

In this regard, Feng Qingyun smiled and shook his head and refused.

"Haoran, as the spiritual fruit bred from the spiritual root of the earth, ginseng fruit is the best spiritual fruit to help break through the realm of martial arts. Give me a mortal person is a waste, you still take it yourself!

"Master, just twenty minutes ago, my disciples successfully passed the punishment of God ’s robbery and thunder, and achieved immortality. The ginseng fruit has been useless to me, so you should take it personally." Hao Ran tried to suppress the sad smile and persuaded.

Hearing his most disciples, even after less than five years, after achieving the immortal **** strong, Feng Qingyun was extremely shocked, and at the same time there was a hint of comfort and satisfaction.

"Nice, very good!"

Although Yu Haoran could not use ginseng fruit to help break through the realm of Wu Shen, there were other disciples in the Qingyun department.

Therefore, Feng Qingyun, struggling to sit up, glanced at the eleven disciples kneeling beside him, and finally stared at Chu Zhongyu.

"Haoran, if you still haven't resolved your resentment, then I will waste this precious ginseng fruit."

"If you have resolved the resentment in your heart and don't remember the mistakes of Master and several brothers, then give the ginseng fruit to your master!"

Has Yu Haoran, his most disciple disciple, ever completely eliminated the mistakes they made in the past.

Whether the disciples of Qingfeng are still as enthusiastic and caring as before.

This was the thing that Feng Qingyun was most worried about before he died, so he planned to test whether his disciples truly let go of his inner grudges by donating ginseng fruit.

Fortunately, at the same time that Yu Haoran's next move let him breathe a sigh of relief, there was no regret in his heart.

"Brother, here you are!"

Facing the temptation of the teacher, Yu Haoran did not hesitate to throw the jade box containing ginseng fruit directly to Chu Zhongyu kneeling beside him.

"This…!"

The name of the ginseng fruit, even ordinary people in the Tianxuan continent, knows that as a strong man in the peak state of Wusheng Sanpin, how could Chu Zhongyu not know it!

Therefore, in the face of such a precious spiritual fruit, he did not know whether he should receive it ecstatically or return it to Haoran immediately.

However, Yu Haoran now has no heart to care about Chu Zhongyu at all. After throwing the jade box containing ginseng fruit to him, he turned to Feng Qingyun and asked.

"Master, how did you get caught by the Lord of Buddhism? What kind of torture did you suffer during this period?"