The tavern was very deserted, there were no other guests, Zhang Wenchang was even older, his eyes were dim, and he stood there dully, like a heartless scarecrow.
He is depressed, his eyes have no brilliance, he is bullied by others, his life is unsatisfactory, he is always silent, and his world is gloomy.
"You good-for-nothing old man, have you seen the Eucharist long ago, but didn't tell us?" A young man asked coldly.
"I haven't seen it before." Zhang Wenchang responded dumbly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and his whole body was full of gloom.
"Could it be that he is really dead? It would be too cheap for him." Another young man was very dissatisfied, glared at Zhang Wenchang, and said, "If you dare to deceive us, you will be my favorite!"
"A few months ago, he fought against the king of the younger generation in Zhongzhou, but he hasn't shown up for three months. Many people are saying that he is dead."
Ji Hui sneered and said, "He's definitely not dead yet. He appeared one and a half million miles away three months ago. The purpose is obviously to come to Yan Kingdom. This is the only place where we have met him."
"Grandmother Xuan, you always say that he is not dead, but why hasn't he shown himself?" A young man was puzzled, he was a direct descendant of Ji Hui.
"This kid is very tricky. I think he has already returned, but he just didn't show up." Ji Hui's eyes were sharp, and she fixed her eyes on Zhang Wenchang.
"Anyway, he's going to die. Why should we mobilize people? There's no need to go to war for a dead man." One of Ji Hui's nephews said.
"This little bastard burned half of my body on fire. It took me more than a year to recover. If I couldn't skin him with my own hands, how could I be so angry?" Ji Hui put the dragon's crutch on the ground heavily. He shook his head, and then sneered meaningfully: "Different civilizations will collide with brilliant sparks. For a practitioner, if his experience is imprinted, it will be a supreme experience."
"Old Ancestor, what are you talking about?" Several young people from the Ji family were puzzled and showed doubts.
"You don't understand even after I tell you!" Ji Hui's face turned cold, and she didn't say any more.
Not far away, Ye Fan's heart trembled, stirring up waves in the sky. The senior members of the Ji family must have known that he came from the other side of the starry sky, otherwise they would never have said so.
When he was in the Northern Territory, Ji Haoyue revealed similar news, and once made a hypothesis that if the Eucharist were not from this world, could the curse be broken.
"But, if we kill him, the Jiang family... can't be offended." A middle-aged man in his forties said with a look of worry.
"Who said I'm going to kill him?" Ji Hui said with a gloomy face and a cruel smile, "He was going to die, wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him? His bones should be tempered well."
"Immortal!" In the distance, Ye Fan sneered.
"Even so, I'm afraid it will provoke that person, so you should think twice." The middle-aged man persuaded.
"I have a sense of proportion and I won't kill him. Even if something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with the family. I will bear it all myself." Ji Hui said coldly.
The middle-aged man stopped talking, because Ji Hui's father was a powerful elder, and even the Holy Master of the Ji family was afraid of him.
He has already heard the mystery, the Eucharist came from an inexplicable place, and everything he experienced was a supreme experience for a monk, and most of these were revealed by the Supreme Elder.
"Jiang Family's Absolute God King may not be in this world long ago..." A young man sneered, lacking in awe.
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" The middle-aged man scolded.
Although he also believed that the King Jiang had probably passed away long ago, the older generation still had scruples, fearing that the King of God would be reborn in the world, and the more powerful the person, the more afraid he would be.
"What's the use of guarding this half-dead old man, the Eucharist obviously won't come." A young man glanced at Zhang Wenchang, pushed him aside, and said, "Go away, didn't you see that I was coming over?"
Zhang Wenchang staggered and nearly fell to the ground. His temples were gray, crow's feet accumulated at the corners of his eyes, and his body was very thin. He hit the table heavily to stabilize his figure.
He stood aside dumbly, without saying anything, extremely depressed, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and silently endured all this.
Ji Hui looked indifferent, and said: "The Eucharist must have arrived long ago. He is proficient in Origin Technique, and must have changed his appearance. He has only a few lives, so he will visit his former friends."
"But if he doesn't show up, there's nothing we can do about it," muttered a young man.
Ji Hui glanced at Zhang Wenchang contemptuously, and said to the young men, "Cut off one of his arms, but don't hurt his life. His experience is also a supreme experience. If that little bastard still doesn't come out soon, he will Cut off one of this trash's legs, let me see how cruel that kid is, and how long he can endure it."
Ye Fan had never hated a person like this before. He wanted to chop Ji Hui into pieces and nail them to the city gate of Yandu for everyone to see.
His heart is already tough enough, but at this moment, the fire is still hitting the beam door, his teeth are almost gnawed, he strode out with a whip on his back, and forced him into the tavern.
It was impossible for him to watch Zhang Wenchang have an arm chopped off. He has accomplished a major event, picked the holy medicine, successfully walked out of the ancient forbidden land, and showed his true face without any scruples in the southern region.
"Ji Hui, dead old woman!" Ye Fan's voice was extremely cold and breathtaking.
On this street, everyone felt the temperature dropped sharply, and the invisible killing thought made people shiver coldly, with the cold coming from the bottom of their hearts, and their teeth and lips were trembling.
"Little bastard, you finally dare to show your face. I should have removed one of his arms earlier. If that was the case, you would have come out." Ji Hui's eyes were cold, and she stood up abruptly, leaning on a dragon's crutch.
The rest of the Ji family all showed shock, staring at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, is this just Eucharist? Many people are seeing it for the first time.
Everyone on this street was surprised for a while, but all the monks rushed over and quickly surrounded the tavern.
"The Eucharist is still alive! Didn't it mean that he died three months ago?"
Everyone was extremely shocked. This was an explosive news, and it was quickly spread. More monks rushed here. It was like a crowd of thousands of people, which alarmed everyone in Yandu.
Not long after, endless monks arrived.
"Is he the Eucharist? He caused shocking waves in the Northern Territory, and even the leader of Zhongzhou was alarmed, but it looks like he's just a boy!"
"Everyone in the world is rumoring that the boy surnamed Ye has been dead for three months, why did he appear again?!"
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Many monks from Yandu came, and they all talked about it.
Ye Fan is dressed in Tsing Yi, with black hair, clear eyes, and looks very delicate. It is difficult to connect him with the rumors that he is golden and bloody, and his body is comparable to a real dragon.
In the tavern, Zhang Wenchang's dim eyes showed light, he was very anxious, and shouted to Ye Fan: "You go!"
"What are you yelling about, old bastard!" A young man from Ji's family scolded, pulled him somersaults, and fell heavily between the tables and chairs.
Ye Fan's expression turned cold all of a sudden, he stared at the young man, and said, "I'll kill you first!"
"What a big tone, since you're here today, little bastard, don't even think about leaving!" Ji Hui said gloomily.
"brush!"
Ye Fan disappeared all of a sudden, appeared in front of Zhang Wenchang out of thin air, put him into the jade bottle in an instant, and then pointed out with a finger, and with a "poof", pierced the forehead of the young man next to him.
He said that he was the first to kill this man, and he did it with one blow!
The young man yelled, his eyes filled with fear, blood and brains flowed out from his forehead at the same time, he fell straight to the ground, completely dead.
Ye Fan disappeared in a flash, exited the tavern, and stared at those people coldly, his movements were so fast that no one could react.
"Great Void Technique!" Everyone exclaimed.
The secret technique that Ye Fan uses is the Great Void Technique of the Ji family. He is better at it than the Ji family. He is invisible and invisible, haunting the void, so be careful!
"Don't let him run away!" Ji Hui's face was livid.
She hated Ye Fan to the core. More than a year ago, Ye Fan burned the elder of the Ji family to death, and even burned half of her body, almost crippling her. She didn't want to take revenge all the time, and completely forgot why all this happened .
"Run? I didn't even think about it. If I didn't kill you, how could I go?!" Ye Fan's voice was cold.
In the tavern, there were a few more figures silently, all of them were elders from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, they were powerful, and these days they hid here just to block Ye Fan.
"You are all Ji Hui's nephews, right? I will kill you one by one, and I will let her watch!" Ye Fan stared at the young man in the tavern.
At the same time, a bright imprint rushed out of his body, like an abyss like an ocean, majestic and awe-inspiring.
"That's... the mark of the god king!"
"Oh my god, isn't the peerless god king still dead?"
Everyone exclaimed, all showing incredible expressions.
This was naturally done by Ye Fan on purpose, to intimidate people so that no living fossil figures would jump out. In fact, this mark has nothing to do with the God King, it was strengthened by himself, and he no longer knows whether the God King is alive or dead.
"brush!"
Ye Fan disappeared all of a sudden and entered the tavern. An elder from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm stopped him, but he was not as fast as him.
"puff!"
Ye Fan slapped Ji Hui's great-great-grandson to pieces with a slap, and died on the spot, and then appeared on the street in a flash, confronting them.
"You..." Ji Hui was furious. This is her direct bloodline. She loves this son very much, but Ye Fan beat him to death.
"Don't you like chasing and killing me? I'll come to kill and kill you today too, so you can feel what it's like!" There was a mocking smile on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth.
"Let's kill him together!" Ji Hui was so angry that her body trembled, her fingers were shaking with rage.
However, the elders of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm didn't dare to kill, and rushed over, trying to suppress Ye Fan first.
However, they obviously misjudged Ye Fan's strength and couldn't catch his figure at all. The footwork of the old lunatic represented the extreme speed of the world.
"brush!"
Ye Fan entered the tavern, lifted a young man up, twisted his neck, and said coldly, "Is he your grandnephew? I just heard about it."
"Let him go!" Ji Hui screamed.
"Okay, here you are!" Ye Fan nodded in agreement.
"Forgive me, it has nothing to do with me." The young man yelled.
"puff!"
Ye Fan slapped his head into his chest, threw it to Ji Hui, and rushed to the next person with a sneer.
"Kill him quickly!" Ji Hui, with disheveled hair and a crazy appearance, swung the dragon's crutches and rushed forward.
Several elders from Hualong Secret Realm dispatched together, trying to stay by the young people's side and protect them.
"boom!"
Ye Fan stretched out his big golden hand, and sent an elder from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm flying away, and slapped another young man who was almost paralyzed from fright.
"Ji Hui, follow up with the dead old woman!"
"puff!"
The young man's head was split open and he threw him in front of Ji Hui.
"Little bastard..." Ji Hui was furious. This was also her nephew's descendants, and she was trembling all over.
Ye Fan killed a person in ten steps, as if he was in a land of no one. He did not attack Ji Hui. He was inspired by the words of this dead old woman. Sometimes torturing a person is far more terrifying than killing her.
"Pfft!", "Pfft!"...
In the tavern, those young people were all killed by Ye Fan one by one. He didn't show mercy. He saw how these people treated Zhang Wenchang just now, and there was no need to show mercy.
"It's your turn, old lady!" Ye Fan said coldly.
The elders of the Ji family's Dragon Transformation Secret Realm couldn't hold back their faces. Ye Fan started killing here, but they couldn't stop it. This is really a dishonorable thing.
"With us here, you should put away your arrogance!" Several people shouted in a cold voice.
"Is the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm amazing?!" Ye Fan was unmoved, striding forward.
"Kill him!" Ji Hui, with disheveled hair, was really going mad with anger.
Several elders of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm protected her behind, so that if she was killed, they would all be ashamed.
"boom!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan erupted with a terrifying wave, and the visions such as the chaotic green lotus and the fairy king Lin Jiutian were displayed at the same time, shocking several people back.
"kill!"
Ye Fan snatched a golden spear and pierced forward, no one could beat the front, breaking through the limit of speed.
"puff!"
He pierced through Ji Hui all at once, and he couldn't stop this peerless sharpness at all. He could be called unparalleled bravery.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's whole body was radiant, and the golden brilliance was burning like a divine flame. He was like an ancient god of war, which made people tremble uncontrollably.
"You... put him down!" All the elders in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm rushed over.
Ji Hui did not die, struggling on the golden spear, trying to get rid of it.
Ye Fan strode forward and rushed towards the city gate. Hundreds of feet away, he threw the golden spear fiercely, and the golden spear turned into a golden light, leading Ji Hui through the air.
"puff!"
The spear was like a golden lightning, and it was about to plunge into the upper gate of the city gate, trembling constantly, and Ji Hui was nailed to it.