Chapter 1327 The Fallen Eucharist Family

\ "Little broken boy, you dare to talk hard." A group of older children rushed up.

This dirty child, with ragged clothes, has a blue face and a purple face, and has a lot of bruises on his body, but he is very fierce and stubborn. Screaming.

\ "Everyone came together and killed this wild child. What ancestor is invincible, is not it that people are killed." Several children shouted, holding a small wooden stick to the front. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

The little broken boy threw his fist hard, slammed a big child into a flowering face with a bang, and blood burst into his nose, and he burst into tears. Some children retreated, although a group of people bullied a person, but they were still afraid and dared not start again.

\ "There is nothing terrible, just a little broken child." A big child walked out, his palm glowed, and photographed the little broken child. He actually understood some cultivation methods.

\"boom!"

Xiaobo was suddenly beaten and fell to the corner. A group of children swarmed and kicked.

\ "Destroy you, see if your mouth is still hard, what breaks the Eucharist, it has long since fallen, and still hangs on your mouth and thinks you are proud."

The identity of one or two of these children is extraordinary, and the foundation of this ancient star, which is difficult to cultivate, succeeded and laid a strong foundation, otherwise this group of children really couldn't help but the natural divine little broken children.

\ "Oh, it ’s going to be killed, do n’t kick." Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

A group of children jumped away suddenly. Although they shouted fiercely, they were also afraid that they might be killed.

\ "It's okay, he can't die, the skin is thick and thick, and he's born to be a meat sandbag. However, if it breaks today, whoever accompanies Cang Yun to practice, Cang will blame us."

The group of children scattered, leaving only the little broken child, curled up in the corner, bleeding on the forehead, bruise on his face, bright eyes, like a fierce tiger, has never yielded

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

Although the child was only six or seven years old, she was very alert and stood up and stepped back.

\ "As a descendant of the Eucharist, why was it beaten?" Ye Fan said.

Little broken boy still didn't talk, his dirty face was tight, and there was a kind of distress in the childish look. Obviously, he wasn't so calm inside.

\ "Is the Holy Body strong?" Ye Fan asked again.

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

\ "Then why were you beaten?"

\ "The world has changed, and I ca n’t practice." Xiao Baohai clenched his fist. He did n’t cry when he was beaten, but now he secretly wiped a tear: \ "If I can practice, no one can humiliate me. Ancestors, people with blood in the body running in the body reel will not work! "

Ye Fan squatted down and touched his head, and sighed, as it was, the little guy was just like him and had the same problem.

His hands scratched the bruises, a trace of glowing light flashed over the dark wounds on the little broken boy, all improved, and the blood on the forehead disappeared without scars.

The little broken child's tight body relaxed a little, and looked puzzledly, not knowing why he should treat him so kindly, which was very different from the people he had seen before.

\ "Do you want to practice?" Ye Fan asked.

\ "Think, but I ca n’t practice, and I ca n’t get past that level." Little Po Boy was discouraged, full of unwillingness, lowered his head, and pulled his ragged corner of clothes.

\ "If you want to, I will teach you, no matter what the road is suppressed, what the rules of the world, it is nothing." Ye Fan said.

\ "Really?" Xiao Pohai's big eyes suddenly lighted up, but quickly dimmed again, lowering his head, said: \ "We used a lot of methods, and it was always impossible."

\ "Do you have any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.

\ "There is a grandpa who has inconvenience in legs and feet and poor health." Xiao Pohai answered truthfully.

Looking at his clothes, he knows that his family is not very good, otherwise he will not be like a little beggar, chased and bullied by a group of children.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, his skeleton was wonderful, and he was very suitable for monasticism. After that, he put his palm on his round sea, and did not exceed the expectations, just like he was in the past, this place seems to be a piece of iron, which is difficult to dissolve.

Ye Fan's fingertips shot a golden awn, and the sound fell into the child's body reel. The little broken boy suddenly exclaimed and his body shook. Its body began to glow, each blood vessel wall was crystal clear, and there was a ray of golden light moving.

\ "It ’s really good, there is so much golden blood dormant, even if it is not far from the birth of the first generation of the Eucharist!" Ye Fan marveled.

This is a true descendant of the Eucharist. Even after a long period of time, the blood in the body remnant is not reduced, and it is still amazingly rich, but it is hidden.

This is a phenomenon of returning to the ancestors, not a true holy body, but if you continue to practice, you can climb to the peak, and the day after tomorrow you will become a holy body.

This is really an amazing thing. The blood of the Eucharist has long been cut off in Beidou. I did not expect to meet a little broken child here. The potential is so amazing.

The so-called inability to repair the Tao was suppressed by the Dadao. This is not absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to crack.

\ "Uncle, can you really let me practice and rush through this level?" Xiao Po was very upset. Seeing Ye Fan had been touching the bone, not talking, he was very uneasy.

He looked up, his small face was full of hope, his **** and white eyes were full of longing, and he gripped his coat corner nervously.

\ "Opening the door of cultivation is nothing. The most difficult thing is to break the curse. At that time, a predecessor of the **** king washed the road map with my blood, and almost took his life into it." Ye Fan lost his mind and thought of the peerless **** king Jiang. Too empty, this kind of kindness is difficult to repay.

Has been passing by for a few tens of centuries, everything seems to be still in sight, God's blood stained white robe, Ni Tian [Xian Ni] helped him continue the way. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

He was able to have all of what he is today. It was the king of white clothes who took his life to fight back for him. Otherwise, he might have been blocked and suppressed by the Dao.

\ "This road is very ups and downs. The predecessors sprinkled my blood for me and changed my life with my life. Now it is time for me to do something for future generations." Ye Fan said to himself.

\ "Uncle, can I really practice?" Little Po Boy tilted his head, his bright eyes had tears, and he was about to slide out.

\ "You can! However, to really impact the final shackles, you still have to rely on yourself and some opportunities." Ye Fandao touched his head and gave an affirmative answer.

At that time, the king in white must have reached the sage realm, washed the road map with the blood of the gods, broke the curse of the Eucharist, but almost took his life into it, and finally succeeded, but Ye Fan still had a major injury.

At that time, Ye Fan walked far and wide, and left the Northern Territory alone, and entered the barren ancient forbidden land. Eventually, he only made a life for himself after nine deaths.

Now, his strength is also in the sage realm, he can naturally wash the road map and fight for a way forward for the little broken child, but I do n’t know if he can avoid the road trauma.

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 in the past.

Yang Xi has never been as happy as he is today, and his face is full of excitement. When he pushed open the broken wooden door, he shouted: \ "Grandpa, I can practice."

There are several old trees in the courtyard, many fallen leaves, an old yellow dog barking, greeted the little broken child Chen Xi, and then grinned at Ye Fan's teeth.

An old man was limp on one foot, and his clothes were covered with patches, which were also very ragged, and his gray hair was very old. He put down the wooden barrel and came over from the well.

Yang Yunteng was old and weak, and the wrinkles on his face accumulated, his old eyes were muddy, and the foot of the **** came over, looking at Ye Fan, saying: \ "Are you?"

\ "Grandpa, he ’s a holy body, a holy body that can be practiced. I ’ll be able to practice immediately if I want to teach Xi’er to practice. I wo n’t be afraid of them anymore. No one can humiliate our ancestors. I must. Defeat the people in the body reel that have blood in the sky!

The little broken boy cried, very serious, his small face flushed with excitement, a pair of small hands clenched into a fist, clenched tightly.

Ye Fan glowed all over, the golden blood in the body reel was like thunder, but he controlled the coercion very well, without shocking out, but just let the old man feel the unique breath of this Eucharist.

He is very direct, there is nothing to hide, and it explains the purpose, otherwise how excited a child will be, it will make people doubt.

The old man froze, and the next moment even gave a dull low growl, as if it had been suppressed for many years, like an old lion, mournful roar: \ "Heaven is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God, we are going to violate God , Break all barriers, and my body can finally be practiced! "

He seemed to have endless depression. At this moment, his old tears were horizontal, and his wrinkled face was covered with crystal.

\ "At that time, our ancestors died in the hands of people with blood in the sky, and we were not convinced!" He roared, as if there was infinite repression and suffocation.

In the past years, after the death of the holy body, his descendants stepped on the starry sky and learned everything here, grieved, and stopped forever.After landing on this ancient star, this is the only one. pulse.

\ "The ancestors had long expected that ... the rules of the heavens and the earth might change, and the body of the Eucharist would decline more and more, and you would n’t expect you to go retrograde." Old man Yang Yunteng burst into tears and laughs for many years, making him look crazy.

This is a declining family. The blood of the Eucharist is almost cut off, but there seem to be some great secrets hidden in my heart.

Ye Fan knows that if it had not been taken care of by the dynasties, the decline of the Eucharist should have ceased to exist, and it is not easy to go to this step ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The divine future of the Eucharist family, with the ancient times buried in his heart Some secrets.

Whether it is a little boy or an old man with a broken heart, he is very sad and angry about the blood of his ancestors outside the country and his bones. They firmly believe that the holy body is invincible.

\ "Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked Xiaobo.

Yang Xi ’s little clothes were ragged, but at this time, an angry little tiger shouted: \ "I firmly believe that the ancestor of the Eucharist is the strongest. If I can practice, if there is someone with blood in the body reel in the future, I Fight ten of them alone! "

Yang Yunteng didn't say that war, but the old face was full of everything.

The time has passed so far, Ye Fan did not delve into the details of that war, and it is already difficult to change anything.

\ "How much I hope that those who had battled with the Eucharist all survived. I do n’t want the blood of those people to coagulate. I hope that one day they will be able to suppress them by hand." Ye Fan said calmly.

But it sounded like thunder in the ears of the grandchildren.

Yang Yunteng shivered: \ "This ... is unlikely, the time is too long, even if it stands at the top of humanity, there will always be an old day."

Ye Fanwen said that he didn't refute or talk, but just looked up at the sky and looked at the boundless starry sky. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】