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Chapter 95 Young Master

Three years ago, the second uncle of the current clan leader, Yanlong (Wang Fan), was seriously ill and bedridden, and the discussion about the candidate to succeed the clan leader became more intense. Since Yanlong (Wang Fan) has been missing for nearly twenty years, each clan has also cultivated its own clan leader.

Candidates are preparing to compete for the position of clan leader.

Yanbo wiped away the old tears on his face and said to Wang Fan: "Thanks to the blessing of Bodhisattva, I finally found you, otherwise I would be embarrassed to see the old patriarch after my death. Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you for your blessing." He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.

Get up and pray.

Wang Fan sat dumbly for a long time. Although he came out of the woods and saw Yan Bo, Yu Han treated him respectfully, guessing that his identity would not be simple, and he was mentally prepared. Who knew that he turned out to be

He inherits the blood of the royal family, and is also the heir to the patriarch of a thousand-year-old hidden clan.

Yuhan saw Wang Fan sitting blankly, poured a cup of tea for Wang Fan and put it in front of him, sobbing and said: "Young Master, when the new patriarch succeeds to the throne, there will be a new saint. If I hadn't found you,

Yuhan is like discarded trash in the clan."

Wang Fan hadn't woken up from the shock and didn't know what to say to Yu Han, so he just smiled "hehe", picked up the tea on the table and took a big sip.

"Young Master, please tell me about your later experiences. How did you get involved with the 'Sacred Thief'?" Yan Bo has never forgotten Wang Fan's weird skills and is very curious about Wang Fan's experience.

Wang Fan then briefly and clearly explained the process of how he lived on the street and was accidentally taken in by an old man who taught him stealing skills.

Yu Han shed tears for Wang Fan's tragic experience, but Yan Bo smiled and said: "It's true that God has sent a great responsibility to this man. Young Master, the old man you are talking about must be the 'Sacred Thief'. Young Master, does he know that the 'Sacred Thief' is here?"

What kind of sect is the Gate? Who is the Thief Master?"

Wang Fan shook his head: "On the day before the old man died, he took us brothers and sisters to a cave in the back mountain and asked us to kowtow to a tablet. I saw that it was written on the tablet that it was 'The Stealing of the Ancestor of the Holy Sect'. The old man also

I just said that this is the sect we belong to, this sect has hundreds of years of history, and I am the current leader of this sect, and I didn’t say anything else."

"Haha, what Old Man Fan said is right. The 'Thief Saint Sect' appeared on the rivers and lakes when Kublai Khan invaded the Central Plains. It was set up to fight against the Yuan army. The age is equivalent to the period when our Jinglong Kingdom fell, because there are still

The same enemy had contact with our Jing clan in the early days. The 'Stealing Saint Sect' is called a sect, but every

The number of inheritors from each generation is very small, only a few. But each generation produces chivalrous men. There is also a saying of "The Sect of Chivalrous Thieves" in the world. It is said that this "Master of Thieves" is the most praised by people in the world.

One thing is to steal back the lost national treasure bronze head in country E. It is really a great fate that the young master can get his inheritance."

Wang Fan could not have imagined that the old man was usually a mysterious person. Although He Xiangxiang had also guessed that the old man was a reclusive expert, they did not expect him to have such a famous name.

The three of them talked about stories all night, and they were all tired at dawn. It happened that Uncle Yan had a three-bedroom apartment, so he slept in one room.

After a fight last night, being invaded by thousands of ants, and drinking all night, Wang Fan was really tired. When he woke up, it was already dusk. Yan Bo was doing a set of boxing skills on the balcony.

Quick and slow, hard and soft at the same time, with the agility of a rabbit and the eyesight of an eagle, the style is unique. It is the same as Yuhan's kung fu, but the connotation and charm are deeper. Wang Fan watched and imitated it unconsciously
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