Eight Hundred and Forty-Three. Unexpected Relationship

His own mother, Xue Chuqing, is related to Sikong Qing and these people similar to Sikong Qing?

Yan Zhaoge suddenly thought that when he met Sikong Qing for the first time, he and Sikong Qing were only living and growing up in the Eight Great Worlds.

Everyone has not stayed in other worlds with different time flow rates.

Until then, everyone's age can be calculated according to the time of the eight great worlds.

At that time, he was about four or five years older than Sikong Qing.

Calculated according to the time of the Eight Great Worlds, when Yan Zhaoge was a child, about one year before Sikong Qing was born, it happened to be the time when Xue Chuqing disappeared and left.

"Isn't it a coincidence?" Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself.

Of course Xue Chuqing and Sikong Qing are not related by blood.

But Sikong Qing's anomaly is probably related to Xue Chuqing.

Because time flows in different worlds, including the Upper Realm, the ages of Sikong Qing, Yue Baoqi, Li Cheng and others are different.

But if the time of all the worlds is converted into the time of the eight great worlds, then the ages of these people are almost exactly the same.

Yan Zhaoge didn't stop walking, and rushed to the place where the thunder light collided in front of him.

In the distance, a huge blue-purple thunder beam and several huge blue lightning balls around were squeezing each other.

Scary electric snakes flew in the void, almost turning the entire alien space into a sea of ​​thunder.

The blue-purple thunder beam finally weakened gradually, shrinking towards the center.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flashed: "It seems to be a formation."

Several huge cyan lightning balls formed a barrier together, locking the blue-purple beam of light in the middle, and after the blue-purple light beam was gradually worn away, the volume of these blue lightning balls also began to shrink.

When Yan Zhaoge approached, he could see that in every blue thunder ball, there was a warrior in blue.

The sleeves of these green-clothed warriors all have patterns of nine ancient trees.

It is the Tsinghua Temple of Yunmiao Mountain in the Eastern Cangtian Realm, the logo of the direct disciple of the Eastern Supreme.

As for the blue-purple beam of thunder light, its scale was reduced at this time, and its power was gradually exhausted and disappeared, leaving only jumping arcs in the air.

The land below has been blown up by the thunder, and the original landform features cannot be seen.

There is only one huge pattern, still flashing purple light, staying in place, but it is gradually dissipating.

Surrounded by violent thunder and lightning essence, forming a terrifying magnetic force, covering the world, greatly affecting people's perception.

Yan Zhaoge used his eyesight enough to scan and observe, but he didn't find anyone hiding nearby, and he didn't find any place to hide.

In the thunder and lightning essence, there is death energy and death intent.

This shows that someone was buried in the thunderstorm just now.

"It can't be that mother would rather die than be captured, and take the method of dying together?"

The corners of Yan Zhaoge's mouth twitched: "I'd rather believe that it was the old man who slipped away with oil on her feet, but left a trap here to trap those who came to arrest her."

Sure enough, someone shouted angrily: "Let her run away!"

"Obviously we have prepared treasures to conceal the secrets of heaven, how could we know that we are coming in advance? Could it be that there are spies?"

Yan Zhaoge took a closer look, and saw that there were four people at the scene, a sixth-level martial saint, a strong late-stage martial artist, a fifth-level martial saint, and two fourth-level martial saints.

Except for them, the other Tsinghua Temple disciples who came in to arrest people obviously all died because of the thunderstorm trap just now.

If the four people in front of them hadn't reacted in time and were powerful, they would have suffered a lot.

Although they have made the correct response in the shortest time, it is difficult to protect other fellows with lower cultivation bases.

A group of martial arts watchers from Tsinghua University were in a state of desperation. At this moment, they sensed someone approaching from behind, and they turned their heads quickly.

Seeing Yan Zhaoge, they were all startled: "Who are you?"

The few of them looked at Yan Zhaoge, and suddenly their expressions gradually changed.

One of them was puzzled, and the sound transmission asked the other three: "Look at his appearance,

Is it somewhat similar to that snow crane? "

If they hadn't met Yan Zhaoge at this special place, and hadn't tried to connect the two parties, they wouldn't have noticed anything at first glance at Yan Zhaoge.

But at this moment, in this place, in this scene, when they suddenly saw Yan Zhaoge, several Tsinghua martial arts observers suddenly felt that something was wrong: "There are at least four or five points of similarity. Could it be that Xuehe's relatives and friends?"

"If you count age... her son?"

The eyes of several people sank at this moment.

The middle-aged man who was at the sixth level of the Martial Saint in the lead stared at Yan Zhaoge, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Yan Zhaoge was still looking around to see if there were any details that he had overlooked.

After a while, after scanning several times, there was still no new discovery, so Yan Zhaoge breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the mother has already left first, successfully avoided the person who tried to hunt her down again, and left a big gift for him.

Even though this dodge, Yan Zhaoge also dodged, and Yan Zhaoge couldn't help sighing.

However, the hunters in front of him might be able to tell him more about his mother.

"My surname is Yan, Yan Zhaoge." He came back to his senses, looked at the other party and smiled.

Hearing Yan Zhaoge's name, among the four people on the opposite side, the sixth level Martial Saint, a martial artist in the late stage of seeing the gods, and the young man with the fourth level of martial saints, the young man in the early stage of seeing the gods, all raised their eyebrows slightly.

"You are Yan Zhaoge?"

Yan Zhaoge is now well-known in the Yangtian Realm in the southeast, and he is no longer an unknown person when he reaches the Eastern Cangtian Realm in the north.

Yunmiao Mountain Tsinghua Temple, as the master of the Eastern Cangtian Realm, also pays attention to the rising stars and young talents in the neighbors.

Although he had never seen Yan Zhaoge's face before, the two disciples of Tsinghua Temple on the opposite side had obviously heard of Yan Zhaoge's name.

However, this only made their gazes colder: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, you are related to that snow crane. This is really unexpected."

Yan Zhaoge did not deny it: "So what?"

The middle-aged man at the sixth level of the martial sage, who had seen the late stage of the god, let out a long breath, and said in a deep voice: "All along, that snow crane seems to have no relatives and no reason, and there is little connection with the outside world, making it difficult for people to find her. whereabouts."

"There are a few clues, and when someone catches up, she will run away first just like now."

While the other party was talking, he stepped on the void and walked towards Yan Zhaoge: "Now, it's different. We finally have a way to deal with her. We don't have to chase her all the time, but we can wait for her to come to my door on my own initiative!"

Yan Zhaoge smiled, and pointed to his nose: "You want to use me as bait?"

The middle-aged man had a cold look in his eyes: "She set traps a few times and killed many of my fellow disciples. Even if she couldn't be caught, but if I caught you, at least someone would pay for my fellow disciples' lives!"

After finishing speaking, the other party directly stretched out his hand and pointed at Yan Zhaoge.

A little blue light flashed on the fingertips, and then instantly turned into a blue thunderball bigger than the mountain peak!