Although the courtyard is dilapidated, it is very peaceful, and a few ancient trees are swaying, sprinkling the shade of the ground. Next to the ancient well, the little broken child took a basin of clean water to wash off the dirt, revealing a delicate and immature little face.

"How come a small part of the ancient techniques of the Eucharistic Cultivation Specialized in the Major Secret Realms are missing?" Ye Fan asked.

When the little broken child heard this, he didn't bother to wipe the water on his face, and ran over to listen to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan. The yellow dog stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail and went around him with a flattering look.

Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng were both sitting on the bluestone, talking about the ancient method, the old man Yang Yunteng was very surprised, and said: "This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation, is it possible that some of it has been lost on the way?"

The years are too old to be explored. The most precious ancient art in their hearts was missing, and both the ancestors and grandchildren were very nervous and anxious. Because, the ancestors said that this is the Taoist system of the Holy Body, which cannot be lost, and only by cultivating this method can one day achieve great consummation and true completion.

"It doesn't matter, I'll make it up for you. Ye Fan exuded a wisp of divine consciousness and engraved this earth-shattering ancient technique in their hearts.

Ye Fan lived here, and he had been teaching Yang Xi for several days, this kid was very talented, coupled with serious penance, his performance was extremely amazing.

The aura of heaven and earth here dried up, which was not a problem for Ye Fan at all, he laid out a small piece of Yuantian veins to gather the essence of the ten directions.

In fact, he could directly take out pieces of divine sources and make this place a blessed place, but he didn't want to let Xiao Po Boy come into contact with such a cultivation environment at the beginning.

"Calm your mind and open up the sea of suffering. Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan looked serious, urging Yang Xi to concentrate all his energy, open up his own sea of suffering, and open the shackles.

Ye Fan helped him activate his bloodline, reviving the dormant golden holy blood, and then stood aside. Two hours later, the unshakable sea of bitterness suddenly shone brightly, as if it had melted, and a little golden glow appeared.

"Ah...... I've received the aura, and I can practice!" The little broken child was shocked, opened his eyes, was extremely excited, and jumped up directly.

Seeing Ye Fan's glare, Yang Xi hurriedly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong, I was just too excited, my family has not been able to cross this hurdle in recent generations." ”

Ye Fan nodded, and did not blame, the declining Holy Body Clan has not even been able to open up the sea of suffering in recent generations, and the mood at this time is understandable.

The old man Yang Yunteng was carrying water next to the well to water the vegetable furrow, and at this time he was sincerely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been reduced.

This ancient star is even worse than Beidou, and the suppression is so powerful that the Holy Body can't even cross the level of the Sea of Suffering, which is really helpless.

Next, Xiao Pozi became more serious and practiced the "Tao Sutra", which is an ancient and complicated scripture, which can be called the best in the ancient scriptures of the Lunhai.

Several of Ye Fan's disciples have dabbled in it, from Ye Tong to Xiao Song, to Hua Hua. Ye Fan asked them to study carefully, maybe it could affect their lives, and now they have met a little broken child, and they still use this scripture to build their foundation.

Ye Fan created the scriptures, but now he has not cultivated to the Great Perfection himself, so he has not given it easily, and at the same time, he does not want his disciples to copy his own path.

The little broken child didn't know the "Tao Sutra", but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard it, and his heart was shocked, using this scripture as a guide, this foundation is too deep and firm.

Yang Xi closed his eyes, although he was immature, but sitting there cross-legged was like a rock, motionless, firm in faith, and devoted himself wholeheartedly.

It is impossible to open up the sea of bitterness overnight, just now it was just the golden blood that was dormant in his body for a short time boiling, but now it has calmed down.

Ye Fan nodded, and in this way, he led the little broken boy onto the path of cultivation, and a little light the size of a grain of rice appeared in his sea of suffering, and he needed to continue to open up.

"Little broken boy come out!" in the alley, a child shouted.

"The Waste Holy Body comes out, what ancestor is the strongest, and the person with the blood of the Heavenly Overlord in his body has come to suppress you. "Some of the kids were making a fuss.

Yang Xi opened his eyes, and there was anger on his immature little face, but after glancing at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down again, did not listen or hear, and practiced with his heart to eliminate interference.

Ye Fan nodded, it was not easy for a six- or seven-year-old child to calm down so quickly and let the grievances and anger in his heart subside.

"The one who kills the Holy Body has arrived, and the blood of the Heavenly Tyrant has swept everything, and the little broken child has come out to see how powerful the blood of the person who defeated your ancestors is. A group of children shouted.

Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, very helpless.

Yang Xi was very quiet, didn't say a word, sat cross-legged on the bluestone, and grasped the cultivation every second, cherishing this hard-won opportunity very much.

After a long time, there were still children screaming outside, persevering, refusing to leave, and finally the door was kicked open with a bang.

Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression froze, and an extremely complicated cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and then turned his head.

"The children of the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes. Yang Yunteng nodded, seemingly reluctant to mention this family, and there was a kind of anger and knot that was difficult to resolve.

"Yang Xi, go ahead. Ye Fan opened his mouth, let the little broken boy stop his cultivation, and allowed him to go out.

In the alley, a group of children shouted at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one of the children in treasure clothes, and when they saw him waving their hands, they all stopped, not daring to speak more.

It is difficult to cultivate on this ancient star, only this area can barely carry out, this city is located in this Dao land, and most of the people living in the city are ancient disciples who know how to cultivate.

These children come from some large and small sects, and they are very afraid of the child in the middle, and they look at him as the horse's head.

His name is Cangyun, and he only appears once every ten days and half a month, and every time he comes out, he is looking for Xiao Po Zi and beating him to the head and breaking the bloodstream, and this is also the case at this time.

"This is the child of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood on another Life Ancient Star?" Ye Fan asked.

Yang Yunteng nodded, his expression was very cold, he was indignant and hated this family, they had become more and more excessive over the years, and they had constantly trampled on the dignity of the Holy Body.

"They are the descendants of the hegemon, and most of them have thin blood in their bodies, but it does not affect their cultivation, and in order to establish their beliefs, they specially sent some children to this star. ”

How many years have been like this, Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it, and feels very sad, the Holy Body of the Human Race has become someone else's sparring partner, and he is bullied like this.

When worshipping in front of the lonely grave of the Terran Holy Land, Ye Fan had already learned from the whispers of the two saints that the person with the blood of the Heavenly Tyrant in his body was buried on another ancient star. This clan has descendants to find and guard the tomb for it, and they have not left.

Relatively speaking, that clan is very different from this side, although the blood has thinned with the passage of time, and no real overlord has been born, but it is still very powerful.

In order to cultivate the next generation, the Cang clan will do everything to live on this ancient star that is difficult to cultivate for a few years when they are very young, so that they can understand the changes of the Dao, struggle, sharpen and realize in hardship.

This is an ancestral rule that cannot be changed. When Ye Fan heard this, his heart moved, and he felt the extraordinaryness of this clan.

However, since ancient times, the descendants of the blood vein of the sky are too much, so that some children often oppress the blood line against the holy body lineage, and every time they break the blood flow.

"The overlord body is naturally stronger than the Holy Body, invincible in the world, you must defeat them since you were a child, trample them under your feet, and establish an invincible faith. ”

This is what someone from the Cangtian Tyrant Blood Clan said, and it actually taught the child like this, which made the old man Yang Yunteng feel sad and indignant every time he thought about it.

"Holy Communion Boy, you can't do it, how can you be the opponent of the hegemon, and you will be beaten again today. Many children shouted.

Yang Xi just began to open up the sea of suffering, just getting started, although he was born with divine power, but he was not the opponent of the child who had already built up for several years and knew the Tao on the other side.

Cangyun was not very old, but he had an indifference that did not match his age, and kicked the little broken child away with one kick, and then followed him and stepped on his chest.

"My ancestors have won, and the blood of the Heavenly Tyrant will always be stronger than the Holy Body, and now every generation of our people will step on your race, and you will never be defeated. ”

Although Yang Yunteng is very old, he was angered by a child, and he was about to rush out with a hammer in the yard.

Now, his grandson is treated like this again, he is often bullied, his chest is violently bullied, and his face is flushed.

Ye Fan grabbed him, and a ray of golden light rose from the ground and sank into the body of the child Cangyun, making him lose his strength all of a sudden.

Although it is necessary to deal with a child in this way, it is necessary to do so at the moment.

The little broken child had a lot of strength, and he overturned Cangyun at once, and slammed his fist, and after only a few strokes, the nose bone of Cangyun collapsed, tears flowed for a long time, and blood stains continued to flow.

"Don't say that you don't have the blood of the Heavenly Overlord in your body, even if you still have it, it's nothing, if you practice for the same long time, I will beat you a hundred by myself. My ancestors are stronger than the overlord!"

The other children were all stunned and overwhelmed.

"In that era, the Holy Body fell, and the person with the blood of the Heavenly Overlord in his body died soon, right?" Ye Fan asked, not wanting to touch Yang Yunteng's sadness, but it was still necessary to ask.

Yang Yunteng nodded and said, "After that battle, he didn't be able to leave the fiftieth level of the human race, and ten years later, he sat on the ancient star of life not far away. It is rumored that in the end, a wisp of imperial power was revealed, but the dark wound attacked, and after all, it was torn apart, making the ancient star also become a strange place, completely different from this star. ”

Ye Fan nodded and said, "It seems that I also need to go to that star to have a look." ”

"Ah......" On the ground, Cangyun shouted and burst into tears. Yang Xi sat on him like a little tiger, constantly beating, and vented all the grievances in his heart.

"Cangyun, you are really a fool, you can't even beat the little waste of the Holy Body, he can't practice, but you were beaten by him sitting under you, and the face of our clan was lost by you. ”

In the distance, several older children walked up, all of them were twelve or thirteen years old, and their cultivation was not weak at their age.

Even if only the thin blood power remains, it can still be cultivated, and the descendants of this clan have not been annihilated in the dust of history.

These children are very indifferent, coming up or snapping their fingers, or raising their feet, all of them have flashes of divine light, wanting to suppress the little broken child, with a natural sense of superiority and conceit.

A few rays of golden light rushed up in the ground and drilled into their bodies, with Ye Fan here, how could it be possible for the little broken child to continue to be bullied as before. Although there is a lot to do this, these are nothing compared to establishing faith for Yang Xi and letting him disperse the humiliation in his heart.

"Ah......h

Several children who arrived screamed one after another, but they were all put down by the little broken children, and they punched one by one, spurting blood from their mouths and noses.

For so many years, the old man Yang Yunteng felt very aggrieved, his son did not take good care of him, he died early, and now his grandson was bullied again, although several and a half children were beaten at this time, but he did not feel guilty at all.

"This grandchild of mine...... Is it really atavistic and has infinite holy blood?" he asked Ye Fan in a trembling voice, to make some kind of decision.

"Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will not be weaker than the Eucharist ancestors. Ye Fan said.

"There are some things left by the ancestors, entrusted to the envoy for safekeeping, maybe ...... It will be of great use to you and my grandchildren. After the old man said these words, he seemed to untie a knot in his heart, and let out a long breath.