"Little broken boy, look at you still dare to be hard-mouthed. A group of older kids rushed up.

This dirty child, his clothes were tattered, his little face was blue and purple, and there were many bruises on his body, but he was very fierce and stubborn, he didn't say a word, fought back, and beat the two eleven or twelve-year-old children screaming bitterly.

"Let's go up together and kill this wild child, what ancestors are invincible, it's not that people are killed. Several children shouted and came forward with small sticks.

The little broken child swung his fist hard, slamming a big child all over his face, blood gushing out of his nose, and he immediately cried. Some children have the idea of retreating, although it is a group of people bullying one person, but they are still scared and dare not do it again.

"What's so scary, it's just a broken child. A big child walked out, his palm glowed, and patted it at the little broken child, who actually knew some cultivation methods.

"Bang!"

The little broken child was suddenly knocked away and fell into the corner, and a group of children swarmed up, punching and kicking.

"Beat you to death, see if you are still hard-mouthed, what a broken holy body has long since declined, and I still think it is pride. ”

One or two of these children have very extraordinary identities, and they have successfully built a foundation in this ancient star that is difficult to cultivate, and have laid a not weak foundation, otherwise this group of children would really not be able to help the little broken children who are born with divine power.

"Oops, I'm going to die, don't kick it. Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

A group of children suddenly jumped away, although they shouted fiercely, but they were also afraid of causing death, and they were all a little uneasy.

"It's okay, he can't die, he has rough skin and thick meat, and he was born a meat sandbag. However, let's stop here today, if it is broken, whoever accompanies Cangyun to practice, the Cang family will blame and punish us. ”

The group of children dispersed in a hurry, and only the little broken child was left in the place, curled up in the corner with blood dripping from his forehead, bruises on his face, and his eyes were very bright, like a fierce little tiger, and he never gave in

Ye Fan witnessed all this calmly, walked into the alley at this time, looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?"

Although the little broken child was only six or seven years old, he was very vigilant and did not say a word, stood up, and stepped aside.

"As a descendant of the Holy Body, why was he beaten?" Ye Fan said.

The little broken boy still didn't speak, his dirty little face was tense, and there was a kind of distress on his immature expression, obviously his heart was not very calm.

"Is the Holy Communion very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.

"You are not allowed to despise the Eucharist Ancestor, he is very powerful and invincible!" The little broken child finally broke out, like a little tiger, and his eyes were a little sharp.

"Then why were you beaten?"

"Heaven and earth have changed, and I can't cultivate. Xiao Po Zi clenched his little fists, he didn't cry when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped a handful of tears and said: "If I can cultivate, no one can humiliate my ancestors, and neither can those who have the blood of the Heavenly Tyrant in their bodies!"

Ye Fan squatted down and touched his head, and sighed softly, sure enough, the little guy encountered the same problem as him in the past.

His hand swept over the bruises, a glimmer of light flashed on the dark wounds on the little broken child's body, and all of them were healed, and the blood on his forehead disappeared, not even leaving a scar.

The little broken child's tense body relaxed slightly, and he looked at it suspiciously, not knowing why he was so kind to heal him, which was very different from the people he had seen before.

"Do you want to cultivate?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, but I can't practice, I can't get past that. The little broken child was a little discouraged, full of unwillingness, lowered his head, and pulled the corners of his tattered clothes.

"If you want to, I'll teach you, what great avenue suppression, what heaven and earth rules, it's nothing. Ye Fan said.

"Really?" Xiao Po Child's big eyes suddenly lit up, but soon dimmed again, lowered his head, and said, "We have used many methods, but it always doesn't work." ”

"Do you have any other relatives at home?" Ye Fan asked.

"There is a grandfather who has inconvenient legs and feet, and his health is not very good. The little broken boy replied truthfully.

Looking at what he is wearing, you can see that his family background is not very good, otherwise he would not be like a little beggar, chased and bullied by a group of children.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, his bones were strange, and he was very suitable for cultivation. Then, he put his palm on his wheel sea, and there was no expectation, just like he did back then, it seemed to be a piece of divine iron, which was difficult to dissolve.

Ye Fan's fingertips shot out a golden ray, and it sank into the child's body with a bang, and the little broken child suddenly screamed, and his body trembled. Its body began to glow, and every wall of blood vessels was crystal clear, and there were golden points of light moving.

"It's really good, there is so much golden blood dormant, even if it is not far from the first generation of holy bodies!" Ye Fan exclaimed.

This is a veritable descendant of the Holy Body, even after a long time, the Holy Blood in its body has not diminished, and it is still rich and amazing, but it is hidden.

This is an atavistic phenomenon, not a true holy body, but if you continue to cultivate, you can reach the peak and transform into the first generation of the Great Saint Body.

This is really an amazing thing, the Holy Body bloodline has long been cut off in Beidou, I didn't expect to meet a little broken child here, the potential is so amazing.

The so-called inability to cultivate the Dao and be suppressed by the Great Dao is not absolutely unbreakable for Ye Fan.

"Uncle, can you really let me cultivate and rush through this level?" Xiao Po was worried, seeing that Ye Fan had been touching his bones and had not spoken, he was very uneasy in his heart.

He tilted his head, his little face was full of hope, his big black and white eyes were full of longing, and he was a little nervous about grasping the corners of his small clothes.

"Opening the door of cultivation is nothing, the most difficult thing is to break through the curse, back then, a god king senior washed the Dao diagram for me with divine blood, and almost put his life into it. Ye Fan lost his mind for a while, thinking of the peerless God King Jiang Taixu, this kind of kindness is difficult to repay.

Vaguely dozens of nearly a hundred years have passed in a hurry, everything seems to be still in front of him, and the god king's blood-stained white robe is against the sky to help him continue the road ahead.

He can have all this today, because the white-clothed God King took his life to fight for him back, otherwise I am afraid that he will always be blocked, suppressed by the Dao, and it will be difficult to have the Dao fruit of today.

"This road is very bumpy, the predecessors shed the blood of God for me, and changed the way for me with their lives, and now it is time for me to do something for the future generations. Ye Fan muttered to himself.

"Uncle, can I really practice?" the little broken child tilted his head, and there were tears in his big bright eyes, which were about to slide out.

"You can! However, the real impact of the final shackles still depends on yourself and some chances. Ye Fandao touched his head and gave an affirmative answer.

Back then, the white-clothed God King must have reached the realm of saints, washed the Dao diagram with divine blood, and broke the curse of the holy body, but he almost put his life into it, and finally succeeded, but Ye Fan still had a great road injury.

At that time, it can be said that Ye Fan went away from home, left the Northern Regions alone, entered the Forbidden Land, and finally died for himself to earn a way to live.

Now, his strength is also in the saint realm, he can naturally wash the Dao map in blood and fight for a way forward for the little broken child, but he doesn't know if he can avoid the dark injury of the Dao.

This is a very quiet corner of the city, a courtyard does not look small, but it is dilapidated, this should be an ancient building left from the past.

Yang Xi had never been so happy as he was today, his little face was full of excitement, and he pushed open the broken wooden door with a bang and shouted: "Grandpa, I can practice." ”

There are a few ancient trees in the courtyard, and there are a lot of fallen leaves, and an old yellow dog barks loudly, catching up with the little broken child Chen Xi, and then grinning at Ye Fan.

An old man with a lame foot, his clothes patched, also very tattered, and his gray hair was very old, and he put down the barrel and walked over from the well.

Yang Yunteng was old and frail, with wrinkles on his face and cloudy old eyes, he walked over at the foot of the slope, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Are you?"

"Grandpa, he is a holy body, a holy body that can practice, if you want to hand over Xi'er's cultivation method, I will be able to practice it immediately. I am no longer afraid of them, no one can humiliate our ancestors, I must defeat those who have the blood of the Heavenly Overlord in their bodies!

The little broken child screamed, very serious, his little face flushed with excitement, and his little hands were clenched into fists, clenched very tightly.

Ye Fan's whole body glowed, and the golden blood in his body roared like thunder, but he controlled this coercion very well, and did not impact out, but just made the old man feel the unique aura of this holy body.

He was very direct, there was nothing to hide, and he explained his intentions, otherwise no matter how excited a child screamed, it would make people suspicious.

The old man was stunned, and the next moment he let out a dull roar, as if he had been suppressed for many years, like an old lion, and roared sadly: "God is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God, we just want to disobey God, break all barriers, and my holy body can finally practice!"

He seemed to have endless depression, and at this moment old tears were rampant, and his wrinkled face was full of crystals.

"Back then, our ancestors died at the hands of people with the blood of the Heavenly Overlord flowing in their bodies, and we were not convinced!" he roared, as if he was infinitely depressed and aggrieved.

In the past, after the death of the Holy Communion in battle, his descendants stepped on the starry sky, learned everything here, and were so grief-stricken that they stopped forever, and settled on this ancient star, and this is the vein.

"The ancestors had already expected ...... The rules of heaven and earth may change, and the vein of the Holy Body will decline more and more, and I can't imagine that you can go against the grain. The old man Yang Yunteng cried and laughed for a while, and years of depression made him look a little crazy.

This is a declining family, the Eucharistic bloodline is almost severed, but there seems to be some great secrets hidden in the heart.

Ye Fan knew that if it weren't for the care of the successive generations, the declining Holy Body would have long ceased to exist, and it was not easy to get to where it is today.

The Eucharist family, whose future is bleak, has some ancient secrets buried in their hearts.

Whether it is a little broken child or this old man in his last years, they are very sad and indignant about their ancestors' blood stained outside the territory and buried in other places, and they firmly believe that the Holy Sacrament is invincible.

"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked Xiao Po Child.

Yang Xi's clothes were in tatters, but at this time, an angry little tiger shouted, "I firmly believe that the Holy Body Ancestor is the strongest. If I can cultivate, if there are people with the blood of the Heavenly Overlord flowing in their bodies in the future, I will beat ten of them alone!"

Yang Yunteng didn't say anything about the battle back then, but everything was written on the old face.

Too much time has passed, and Ye Fan has not delved into the various aspects of that battle, and it is difficult to change anything.

"How I hope that all the people who fought against the Holy Communion survived, I don't want the blood of those people to coagulate, I hope that one day I can suppress them with my own hands. Ye Fan said calmly.

But in the ears of the grandparents and grandchildren, it was like thunder.

Yang Yunteng said in a trembling voice: "This ...... It's unlikely, the years are too long, even if you stand at the pinnacle of humanity, there will always be a day when you will grow old. ”

When Ye Fan heard this, he didn't refute or talk to him, he just looked up at the sky and looked at the endless starry sky.

(To be continued)