After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

The voice was very close, and Moritapi Yanzi's expression suddenly changed.

If foreign aid comes, he will definitely die.

We must get out of here quickly.

He gathered his inner strength and rolled and crawled into the rocks beside him.

Ye Jingyu's voice was in front of him.

"Xuan'er, where are you?"

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a pink piece of clothing exposed behind a huge boulder.

He knew that Yin Qingxuan was wearing a white skirt and must be a disciple from another sect who wanted to harm her.

They have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and they cannot leave their bodies lying outside.

Immediately walking towards the back of the boulder, Ye Jingyu's steps were extremely fast. In just one breath, he was already standing in front of the boulder.

Seeing the disheveled woman lying on the ground, Ye Jingyu felt his heart was hit hard, his legs softened, and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

He stretched out his trembling hands and held the almost lifeless woman in his arms.

She shouted in disbelief: "Xuan'er, is that you?"

The only answer he received was the howling of the wind in his ears.

Yin Qingxuan lay quietly on the ground, her eyebrows and eyes still as peaceful as before.

Looking at this familiar face, memories of the past came to mind.

Recalling his high spirits when he came to Shengyin Pavilion, Ye Jingyu could not believe that his beloved little girl would become like this.

"Xuan'er, what's wrong with you?"

Trembling, he moved away the broken hair covering Yin Qingxuan's forehead, trying to take a closer look at that beautiful face.

Yin Qingxuan was still lying quietly in his arms, as if asleep.

"Xuan'er?"

Ye Jingyu shook hard.

Suddenly he woke up like a dream, used his inner strength, and pressed against the back of Yin Qingxuan's heart.

"You can't die. I haven't grown old with you yet. How can you leave me alone?"

"You promised me that you would protect the people of Great Zhou with me, and you also said that you would change this country. Don't these words count?"

"Xuan'er, wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"

The internal energy rushed into Yin Qingxuan's body as if it was free of money, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any sound.

"You haven't seen the learning results of the students all over the world. The martial arts school also needs you to be in charge. Xuan'er, you said you can't give up halfway in life. You can't bully me. Wake me up!"

Ye Jingyu's voice was full of sadness, helplessness and fear, like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing him up bit by bit.

"Xuan'er, can you hear it, Xuan'er, Xuan'er!"

The last two words came out almost in a roar and were transmitted for miles.

"Yin Qingxuan!"

A figure the size of a several-year-old child ran from a distance with a smoking gun in his hand. It was Ye Jinglan who came after hearing the sound.

Seeing Yin Qingxuan's appearance, Ye Jinglan was stunned.

"She, what happened to her?"

Ye Jingyu slowly raised his head, and when he saw those red eyes, Ye Jinglan couldn't help but startled, and subconsciously took a step back.

"Ye Jingyu, you..."

At the critical moment, a figure flew down from high in the sky, pointed his finger like lightning, and touched the center of Ye Jingyu's eyebrows. Ye Jingyu immediately fell down in response.

Ye Jinglan immediately raised his pistol.

"Who are you and what did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, he was too excited and lost his consciousness. If he is occupied by the blood grave, he may never be able to regain consciousness."

While speaking, He Zangfeng had already helped Yin Qingxuan up, and two moon-like white energy burst out from his palms and entered Yin Qingxuan's eight extraordinary meridians.

Ye Jinglan also knew that He Zangfeng was the one who led them to break the formation, but he still clenched his pistol with a wary expression.

However, He Zangfeng's eyes changed, and the internal energy that entered Yin Qingxuan's body was also eliminated in an instant.

He Zangfeng had never encountered such a situation before, and he suddenly looked solemn.

"Yin Qingxuan, how is she?"

Ye Jinglan stood aside and observed his words. Seeing his brows furrowed, he felt panicked, started to stutter when speaking, and his hands were covered in cold sweat.

Yin Qingxuan had a very different meaning to him, and it was also mixed with many emotions that were difficult to explain.

If she was gone, Ye Jinglan would definitely go crazy.

"What kind of Kung Fu is she practicing? Maybe she is doing it in the wrong way. Little brother, does she know who her master is?"

He Zangfeng asked anxiously, fearing that it would be counterproductive.

"She probably learned her kung fu from Ye Jingyu."

After Ye Jinglan finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that there was still spiritual spring water left by Yin Qingxuan in his own space, and quickly took out two bottles.

"Let them drink some of this first to save their lives, and then think of other ways."