"Brother, I will give you this dagger. When those bad guys come again, you will stab them."
"Brother Xiaotian, what weapon do you use to defend yourself?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm stronger than you. Even with my bare hands, I'm not afraid of those bad guys." When Ye Xiaotian was on the run as a child, he gave this hand-polished dagger to his younger brother Ye Xiaokong. His tender palms were bleeding profusely.
At the same time, it was burned into Ye Xiaokong's heart forever.
The past is like the wind, and when I look at the simple stone dagger again, the light in my eyes has dimmed. A sigh passes through my heart silently.
Ye Feng, who was soft-spoken, still had piercing eyes. He looked directly at Ye Xiaokong and said firmly: "I thought I couldn't leap directly from scratch to the fourth level of foundation building in a week, but he did it. So,
I believe he can."
Seeing Ye Feng's firm gaze, Ye Xiaokong, who knew his son well, did not argue and weakly waved his hand to signal him to leave.
In the room, Ye Xiaokong sat alone in front of the hall, his flickering eyes revealing the contradictions and struggles in his heart. For a long time, a touch of stubbornness came to his eyes, and his cold gaze fell on the darkness in the southeast corner of the room.
"Ye Wucan. I'll give you three months to kill Ye Fan." As soon as the cold words fell, a vague figure slowly appeared in the corner. "But, didn't Master Feng say..."
In the middle of speaking, Ye Xiaokong waved his hand to interrupt Ye Wucan's remaining words.
"Feng'er is young, and his judgment cannot be fully trusted. There are too many unknowns about my nephew. I don't want to leave the fate of the family in the hands of a person full of variables. And the clan competition is close, if Feng'er is worried at this time
Accidents will inevitably occur if you are focused on life. Only by cutting off his thoughts can we ensure that the battle between clans will be flawless." Paranoia flashed out of his eyes, and his fanatical expression twisted his entire face into something almost ferocious.
Seeing this, Ye Wucan's heart trembled, and his hard heart that had been struggling for decades actually started to tremble.
"Second Master, after all, if Ye Fan kills your nephew, will it..."
"Just do it, I will take care of the other things. For the sake of the family business, everyone, including me, should be ready to sacrifice their lives at any time. If the head of the family is blamed, it will only take one life for one life." The palm of his hand slowly
Holding tightly, Ye Xiaotian's gaze became even more penetrating at this time.
No sound came from the darkness, and after a long time, the blurry figure slowly disappeared.
Time flies, and it always passes quietly when people don't notice it. Ye Fan, who had been lying in bed for half a month, finally recovered completely with the power of the precious medium-grade elixir Xugucao. After visiting Ye Ling'er in the side hospital
, Ye Fan, who was dressed lightly, went straight to the backyard. In front of the wooden pile, the young man showed his dignity. His gloomy eyes were fixed on the wooden pile in front of him. Ye Feng's playful face hovered in his mind again. He clasped his fingers tightly, "
"Drink!" The young man roared, and his fists came down like meteorites.
"Bang...crunch!" Accompanied by a muffled sound, criss-crossing cracks on the wooden pile echoed out. "Bang bang bang!" The young man's fists in the open space fell on the wooden pile like raindrops, and every punch fell on the wooden pile.
The piles would have a few more dazzling cracks. "Bang!" A punch filled with rage struck down fiercely for the last time. The cracked wooden pile finally couldn't withstand the young man's anger and broke. "Whoops!"
"After venting his anger, Ye Fan finally calmed down the anger in his chest temporarily.
Thinking of Ye Feng, he was filled with resentment and also felt a lot of pressure. The eighth level of foundation building was like a steep mountain to Ye Fan now. He wanted to climb over it in half a year, even if
With the weapon of "Life and Death", Ye Fan still couldn't help but feel nervous.
"If you want to surpass him, it seems that step-by-step practice is impossible." Ye Fan frowned and said with twinkling eyes. He raised his head and looked over the tall courtyard wall to the rolling mountains behind the house.
Ruoyouruoming's eyes slowly filled with a layer of fiery color.
"Fan'er..." Just as Ye Fan was wandering in the sky, he heard Ye Xiaotian's shout from behind him. He quickly recovered his thoughts and responded with a smile on his face: "Father, why are you here?"
As Ye Fan finished his words, the latter had already walked up to him. He touched Ye Fan's little head lovingly and said with admiration, "My father guessed that you were practicing here, so he came over to take a look. I'll give it to you by the way."
I brought a gift." After saying this, Ye Xiaotian reached into his arms, took out a book from his arms and handed it over.
Taking the book, Ye Fan studied it for a long time before slowly opening it. The three simple characters "Mountain Palm" came into view. Ye Fanfang knew that the gift from his father was a general-level middle school martial arts book. It was also with Ye half a month ago.
When Yu and Yu fight, the latter uses martial arts.
Staring at the ancient book, he couldn't help but feel hot in his eyes. Ye Fan had a deep understanding of the power of martial arts. It was only because of Ye Yu's use of such martial arts that he was able to turn his bad into an advantage and force Ye Fan out.
The injury. Although he was still defeated by Ye Fan after exerting 10% of his strength, it also showed the tyranny of martial arts. Standing next to Ye Xiaotian, he saw Ye Fan holding the ancient book as if he was immersed in it. The edges of his face were relaxed and the corners of his mouth were flowing.
There was an inexplicable commotion.
Time always flies by for those who need it. The sun is setting, and under the setting sun, the young man is sweating profusely, practicing a set of mysterious palm skills over and over again. As time goes by, the young man's palm skills become more and more proficient. There seems to be a faint mountain.
A majestic breath came out.
His eyes followed Ye Fan's palm, swaying and moving. The excitement in Ye Xiaotian's heart could no longer be described in words.
"How...how could it be? It took me four days to get a glimpse of this palm technique. But now it only takes Fan'er one day." The setting sun fell, and a trace of afterglow crossed the sky and poured into the sky.
Ye Xiaotian's face was full of surprise. He slightly raised his forehead and glanced at the setting sun with narrowed eyes. A soft murmur slowly came from his mouth.
"It seems that it's less than a day!"
As the murmur fell, Ye Xiaotian seemed to have thought of something. A moment of confusion flashed through his bright eyes, which was replaced by determination after a moment. The rotation of his thoughts made his already eager gaze even brighter.
"Fan'er, prove to them that you can do it."
In his eyes, Ye Fan's thin figure is still leaping and tumbling. Although he can't hear the cry of expectation in Ye Xiaotian's heart. However, Ye Fan also doesn't want to be as ordinary as a leaf like his name. He still has a mission, an unfinished mission in his previous life waiting for him.