The flower of fire clouds where the wilderness is located.

Bai Lan was alone, looking at the endless flower of fire clouds.

Time passes by little by little.

This chaotic sky is exchanged and replaced day and night.

Day 3.

Bai Lan finally buried this past memory deep in her heart again, and returned to the original emotion that had lost control.

"Feng'er, I'm fine for my mother."

Although Yan Feng was not behind Bai Lan, Bai Lan knew that Yan Feng could hear his words.

In this chaos, no sound could escape Yan Feng's ears.

"Yes, mom."

As Yan Feng's voice appeared, all the fire clouds and flowers around him dissipated, and everything returned to their original appearance.

The mortal world, empire, cities, streets that had disappeared, everything returned to the beginning.

The gentle wind blows across the street.

For these mortals, nothing has happened.

Yan Feng simply restored everything in this interface to three epochs ago.

And in a moment, I returned to my original appearance.

In this chaos, Yan Feng is absolutely omnipotent. What he wants to do is only one thought, that's all.

"Let's go and take Wei Mom to see An'er."

Bai Lan adjusted her mood and spoke.

For her, seeing her grandson was a happy thing.

He dissipated the sadness on his face and changed into a smile.

"good."

Yan Feng nodded slightly, then his thoughts changed, and his figures and Bai Lan disappeared from the same place.

Luotian Realm, the Three Realms.

In the original bamboo forest, the bamboo forest was still the same bamboo forest. The wooden houses in it remained unchanged and always maintained their original appearance.

But the people living in this house are no longer seen.

Only Bailian is here.

Of course, Lu Ya is also here every day. Lu Ya comes every day, teaching Bailian various knowledge.

Including the method of practice.

Of course, in this chaos, if you only need Yan Feng’s thought, Baili An is the peak power of this chaos that can be fired.

But in this way, Bailian lacks experience.

I don’t know the hardships of the journey of cultivation.

Therefore, according to Yan Feng's plan, he did not intend to give Bailian any help in his practice. He first asked Lu Ya to teach him, and then let him go to the world to experience it.

When the time is ripe, take it out of this chaotic world and experience the real world.

now.

Before this wooden house.

There was a middle-aged man lying on the side of the mat, hanging a pot of wine in his hand, drinking casually.

And in front of this house, there is a child.

I have to say that Bailian's growth rate is not a level-level existence compared to ordinary people.

But just a matter of time, Bailian was already like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. He was holding a wooden sword in his hand and practicing sword skills in the open space in front of the house, with both staid and eye-catching.

"This sword doesn't work, practice again."

At this moment, Lu Ya spoke with a smile.

Bailian, who was already practicing vigorously, suddenly felt discouraged when he heard this: "Grandpa, I have practiced for thousands of times, so I can't rest for a while."

After wiping the sweat from his head, Bailian looked at Lu Ya with anticipation, hoping that Lu Ya could allow him to rest for a while.

"Those who are swordsman need the most perseverance, no, continue to practice."

Lu Ya rejected Baili's request without hesitation. Although on weekdays, when Lin Xueer was there, Lu Ya often secretly took Baili's out to play.

However, Lu Ya has always required Bailian's training to meet the highest standards.

No matter what you say.

Lu Ya knew very well who the child in front of him was, and what kind of existence this child would become in the future.

"grandfather…"

Bailian, no matter what, was just a child, staring at Lu Ya with a gaze.

But what responded to him was only three words: "Continue to practice."

In desperation, Bailien had to continue.

He has a small body, every step and every sword, and his speed is extremely fast.

As for practice, Lu Ya did not let Baili's start practicing at all. He knew very well that what Baili's lacking was not cultivation.

After all, as long as Yan Feng has the strongest idea, he can have the strongest one.

Moreover, in this chaos, Yan Feng had long set up an immortal body for Baili's.

Even if you die in this chaos, even the spiritual santhemum can be recondensed in an instant.

So for Bailian, there is no danger in this chaos.

Of course, Bailian didn't know all this, and could not tell him.

Because what Yan Feng wants to temper is Baili's heart.

If Bailian knew this, he would not have the effect of training in the future.

"Entertainment Father, I really can't see that you are so strict with An'er."

Just then, a voice came out.

Next to Lu Ya, Yan Feng's figure appeared.

Yan Feng appeared, but Lu Yi did not move and continued to drink.

"Being a father is just a harsh time when it should be, and relax when it should be relaxed. How can you, boy, have time to come back?"

As soon as Lu Ya finished speaking, he suddenly found that there was a woman next to Yan Feng.

This woman looks like she is only in her early twenties and is stunning.

But the vicissitudes of life radiating from his body made Lu Ya frown and quickly stood up.

"This one is..."

Lu Ya looked at Bai Lan and couldn't help asking.

Yan Feng smiled and was about to speak, but Bai Lan spoke in advance.

Previously, Yan Feng mentioned Lu Ya's existence to Bai Lan.

Yan Feng is actually grateful to his adopted father from the bottom of his heart.

"I am Feng'er's mother. After so many years, Bai Lan never forgets her love for taking care of Feng'er."

As he said that, Bai Lan saluted Lu Ya.

When Lu Ya heard this, his expression changed. He was stunned at first, and then he showed joy.

It was like a piece of my heart that finally felt relieved.

“No need to do so.”

He hurried forward and helped Bai Lan stand up straight.

At this moment, Baili An, who was originally practicing swords, suddenly showed joy in his eyes when he saw Yan Feng appear.

He hurriedly ran over.

But as soon as he ran over, Bailian suddenly thought of something and took a few steps back.

He lifted his sleeves and then knelt down towards Yan Feng.

"Children pay homage to Father!"

Touch the ground with your head and give a great gift.

The sound was much less milky than before, but it was extremely crisp.

That porcelain doll-like face looks like a little girl.
Chapter completed!