When Lan Feng hurried back to Yujiang Villa, Ye Jie, Ruo Qingya, Cheng Xiaohan and Zui Hongyan had already gathered in the villa hall, and they were so anxious that they were all red. They were obviously crying.

"Sister Ye, Qingya..."

"Xiao Feng!"

"Lan Feng..."

Looking at Lan Feng, Ye Jie, Ruo Qingya and the others who were rushing back, they all ran up and hugged Lan Feng tightly.

"Sister Ye, don't worry, Sifeng will be fine... No matter what happens, I can get him back."

Lan Feng stretched out his palm to hug Sister Ye's body into his arms, stretched out his palm and patted her back, comforting her and spoke.

“Woo woo…”

After hearing Lan Feng's comforting words, Sister Ye didn't feel any comfort at all, but instead felt even more guilty. A murmur came from her mouth: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault... It's because I didn't take good care of Sifeng, which made him disappear..."

"Don't worry, Sister Ye, it's okay, Sifeng will definitely not be a problem! I will definitely be able to help you find him back! I had already checked when I came back just now. There was no sign of damage from the formation I set up. Generally, it was impossible for someone to break in. So Sister Ye, don't worry. Maybe Sifeng ran out to play, and there was also Yin and Yang Ancient Ape accompanying it, so he would not be in danger of life."

Lan Feng's eyes flashed with wisdom and said in a deep voice.

"Really?"

Sister Ye raised her head and looked at Lan Feng and asked seriously.

"Of course it's true. Sifeng will never have any trouble. I promise! Now, tell me how Sifeng disappeared?"

Lan Feng nodded seriously.

Then Sister Ye and the others slowly told Lan Feng what happened. It turned out that Sister Ye and the others were chatting in the hall, and Ye Sifeng was playing with the Yin-Yang Ancient Ape in the garden outside.

But when they finished chatting, they found that Ye Sifeng was missing. They searched all over the villa area without finding anything.

"Xiao Ba!"

Listening to Sister Ye and the others' stories, Lan Feng's eyes flashed with cold light, and his thoughts moved, calling in his heart the eight-clawed dragon guarding this place.

However, he received no response, but the connection between him and the eight-clawed Panlong still existed, which made Lan Feng's brows frown tightly and realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Swish!"

At that moment, he rushed to the garden outside the villa and began to carefully investigate.

"Xiao Ba!"

Lan Feng's eyes flashed with fierce light, energy surged in his throat, and a sound full of strong anger came from his mouth.

"roar……"

As Lan Feng's voice sounded, a loud dragon roar suddenly sounded in a grass in the garden, and a divine dragon burning with lightning all over the body rushed out from inside and appeared in Lan Feng's sight.

"Lord...Master, why are you here?"

Looking at Lan Feng, a shocked voice came from the mouth of the Eight-Clawed Panlong.

"Xiao Ba, what's wrong with you just now? Why didn't I respond to you when I called you? Also, what did you mean by what you just said?" Lan Feng stared at the Eight-Claw Panlong and spoke coldly.

"Master...I...I seemed to have been hit by an illusion just now, so..."

Hearing Lan Feng's words, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the eight-clawed Panlong, then lowered his head and a low voice came from his mouth.

"I'm hit by an illusion? I'll ask you, where is Sifeng people?"

The wise light surged in Lan Feng's eyes, and his fist was clattering.

"Young Master... Is it missing?"

Lan Feng's words made the eight-clawed Panlong's face change suddenly, and a sound of losing his composure came from his mouth.

"Yes, he and the ancient Yin-Yang Ape are both missing. In addition, if you say you have been hit by the illusion, I'm afraid a strong man silently broke into the garden and took him away."

Lan Feng's fist was clattering and he spoke with an ugly look.

"Damn it! Why is this happening? Master, I am not good at doing things well and I have let my master down. Please punish me..."

At that moment, the eight-clawed Panlong lay in front of Lan Feng and lowered his head.

"Tell me what you got into the illusion! What did you see before the illusion!"

Lan Feng stared at the eight-clawed Panlong indifferently, and cold words came from his mouth.

Hearing this, the eight-clawed dragon eyes showed thoughts, and stretched out the little dragon claws and gently scratched its head.

The next moment, it seemed like something sounded, and quickly spoke: "Master, I... I remembered that a tall middle-aged man with a long sword on his back took the young master away!"

"A middle-aged man carrying a long sword? What does he look like?" Lan Feng's eyes flashed, and the murderous intent in his eyes burst out like a substance, and the violent momentum also spread from his body.

"I only saw his back, but didn't see his appearance clearly... However, I... I seemed to have seen the sword on his back somewhere!"

"By the way, I... I remembered it, Master! That sword is a reverse scale, and it is the sword anti scale of the sword emperor Mihawk!"

As if he had thought of something, a dazzling light burst out from the eyes of the eight-clawed plate dragon and he quickly spoke.

"Nori Lin? Do you mean that Sword Emperor Mihawk took Sifeng away?"

Lan Feng obviously didn't expect that the initiator of all this would be Sword Emperor Mihawk, which undoubtedly surprised him.

"Yes, it's definitely him. Although I only saw his back, I would never misjudged the sword he was carrying on his back. It was the reverse scale sword!"

At that moment, the eight-clawed Panlong nodded repeatedly and spoke with a determined look on his face.

"Sword Emperor Mihawk, what do he want to do when he takes my son away at this time?"

Lan Feng's eyes surged with a strong murderous intent, his fist clattered, and a cold sound came from his mouth.

"Swish!"

The next moment, he took out his cell phone and called Sword Emperor Mihawk.

Soon, the phone was answered. Before the sword emperor Mihawk could speak, Lan Feng said angrily: "Mihawk, where is my son?"

"I didn't expect you to find out on my head so soon. He is practicing swords by my side now."

The sound of Sword Emperor Mihawk with a slight smile and magnetic voice came from the phone.

"Practice swords by your side? What does it mean?"

When Lan Feng was slightly stunned when he heard the words of the Sword Emperor Mihawk, he said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt your son! I have no descendants. During this period, I traveled all over the world and wanted to find a swordsman successor. Unfortunately, no one could get into the eyes of my emperor! Once I passed by by chance, I saw your son Ye Sifeng! He is not only a martial arts genius, but also a swordsman genius who is rare in a century, and even his swordsman talent is far more than me!"

"I know if I discuss it with you, you will definitely not let him take me as my teacher, nor will you give him to me for training, so I can only take action first and then report, and take him away first!"

The magnetic words of Sword Emperor Mihawk sounded from the phone, making Lan Feng fall into silence.

"Bring him back to me."

At that moment, Lan Feng spoke without hesitation, and an unquestionable voice came from his mouth.

"Tyrant, I finally found a satisfactory successor who is qualified to inherit the swordsmanship of this emperor. Do you think I might bring him back and return it to you?"

Lan Feng's words made the sword emperor Mihawk, opposite the phone, smile, and then teased and said.

He will never find another woman in this life, and he will never get married again.

So... he will not have children!

The only thing he wants to do now is to find a successor to inherit his swordsmanship, his sword will, and his swordsmanship inheritance in his life.

Now he has finally found a satisfactory successor, even if the successor is the son of his mortal enemy Lan Feng, he doesn't mind.

"You have too many concerns, too many things, too many burdens, too many responsibilities in your life, and you have no time to teach him. If you continue like this, you will only waste his rare talent. Giving him to me will only make him better. I will inherit his sword skills in this life, and will also teach him how to be a man, so that he can become an existence that surpasses you and even surpasses me!"

Before Lan Feng could speak, the Sword Emperor Mihawk continued to speak, "I guess you don't want to waste his talent, so that he can do nothing for the rest of his life, right?"

"But……"

Lan Feng's fist was clattering, and he was struggling violently in his heart.

As a father, he naturally hopes that his son can receive a comprehensive education from an early age and even surpass himself in the future. As Sword Emperor Mihawk said, he has too many things to deal with and doesn't care about teaching Ye Sifeng at all, as this will waste his talent...

However, if Ye Sifeng is really handed over to Sword Emperor Mihawk, then how will he face Ye Jie?

He knew very well that Ye Jie could not bear the pain of losing Ye Sifeng at all.

"There is nothing, but you and I know very well that only by handing over Ye Sifeng to me and becoming my successor is the best result for him... Give me three years, and I will return him to you in three years, how about it?"

The voice of Sword Emperor Mihawk once again came from the phone.

"Xiaofeng, how about it? Have you found anything?"

At this time, Ye Jie and Ruo Qingya hurried out from the villa hall.

Looking at their anxious looks, a reassuring smile appeared on Lan Feng's face. He stretched out his palm and patted Ye Jie's shoulder and comforted him, "Sister Ye, don't worry, it's okay, but one of my friends took Sifeng away and wanted to accept him as his disciple..."

"A friend of yours took Sifeng away and wanted to accept him as his disciple?"

Hearing Lan Feng's words, Ye Jie was slightly stunned and spoke in surprise.

After a pause, she continued to speak, "Are you calling him now? I want to talk to Sifeng..."

"Okay, I'll tell him!" Lan Feng nodded softly, then said to the phone: "Let my son answer the phone, his mother wants to talk to him..."

"Mother!"

As Lan Feng's words fell, he handed the phone to Sister Ye's hand, and Ye Sifeng's cheerful voice came from it.

"Sifeng, where did you go? You scared your mother to death, do you know?" Ye Jie quickly spoke when she heard Ye Sifeng's voice coming from the phone.

"Mom... Don't worry, Sifeng won't have anything to do. I'm with Master Sword Emperor now. I've become a disciple and learn swordsmanship from him. I will become strong in the future and protect my mother..."
Chapter completed!