Yang Guanjia turned and left the second floor, his face full of dignity!

"Seven elders, I have something to go out." Yang Guanjia seven elders greeted and quickly moved to the back of the mountain.

The night feathers turned around on the second floor. There was nothing interesting, and Zi Ling did not respond.

I glanced at the young man behind me. "Can I go up and see on the third floor?"

"Yes." The youth was very indifferent, and turned to take the night feathers to the third floor.

As soon as I stepped on the third floor, the smell in the air made the night feathers slightly frown. There was a slight musty smell in the air. Although it was not strong, the taste of the third floor was unpleasant compared to the first and second floors. .

"The third floor is full of debris, you can choose the same." The young man introduced a simple sentence, and then stopped talking after the night feathers.

The night feathers explored the mental power and glanced at the entire third floor. The area was half smaller than the first floor and the second floor. It was not a row of neat wooden frames. Some ore metal was placed on the ground in the corner. There are several rows of shelves, the aura flashes slightly above, and there are some unknown herbs on it.

Just as the night feathers sighed that this was going to be empty-handed, the purple spirit in the sleeve suddenly moved.

The night feathers blinked, the heart calmed the purple spirit, let it not move, "no purpose" on the third floor wandering up.

......

Houshan, Jingxintang.

Yang Guanjia's body exercises at full speed and quickly ran into the small courtyard.

"Homeowner, homeowner! I have something to report." Yang Guanjia’s mouth screamed, his voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Yongyi frowned in the house and looked at the door sideways: "Come in!"

Yang Guanjia panicked and broke into the house. "Old ancestors, homeowners, night feathers, night feathers!"

"What night feathers?!" Looking at the Yang Guanjia panic, Yang Yongyi flashed a trace of anger, originally because of his son's injury is enough trouble.

"Homeowner, the one who came to change the phoenix phoenix is ​​a night feather!"

"What!" Yang Yongyi stood up and angered in his eyes: "Go to..."

"Yong Yi." The old and majestic voice sounded at the bedside, and it was Yangyang's ancestor Yang Xuande.

After withdrawing his palm from Yang Xingyu, Yang Xuande turned and looked at the steward's Yang Yongyi: "There are dozens of people, still so impulsive, Ziping, tell the specific situation."

"Yes, ancestors." Yang Guanjia described the matter quickly.

Yang Yongyi’s heart burned with anger, but after a few minutes of calmness, he recovered some reason.

"The ancestors, they made the children like this, today can not let them live out of Yangfu! Otherwise ..." Yang Yongyi flashed a touch of killing.

Yang Xuande snorted, as if a loud thunder was heard, Yang Yongyi’s words lingered back.

"Don't let them walk out of Yangfu alive, or how?" Yang Xuande's voice is a bit unhappy: "Yong Yi is now your homeowner, and everything should be based on the overall situation."

"Yes, ancestors." Yang Yongyi suppressed his heart and bowed his head and admit his mistake.

"Zi Ping, you first go to comfort the night feathers, and the family will handle this in the past." Yang Xuan De looked at the Yang housekeeper with no expression.

"It is the ancestor." Yang Guanjia respectfully left the room.

With a good door, Yang Guanjia stopped for two seconds and took a few deep breaths to restore his expression to nature.

Yang Guanjia's face is dignified toward the Treasure Pavilion. People in Yangfu can't think of it anyway. Their enemies have already been in the mountain gate three days ago!

Inside the Jingxin Hall.

Yang Xuande stared at Yang Yongyi's face: "Yong Yi, Yang family can inform Yangcheng, what has been relying on."