Chapter 510: Clan

"Who is coming!"

In front of the Eternal Bridge, the dark city gate was closed, and the guard stopped Ye Fan who was rushing in.

Ye Fan had been in and out of the front line alone many times, and he was familiar with it at this time. He took out his pass and handed it to the guard. At the same time, he looked up at the city wall.

There were still those nine seats, with tall figures sitting on them.

In his impression, they all sat here like this, guarding the last line of defense of the human race, as if they had never left, or even moved.

If it were before, Ye Fan would only think that those figures were tall and majestic, but perhaps the mystery of King Wen reminded him, he looked at the seat in the middle of the nine figures, and his brows frowned slightly.

In the previous life, the chaos came, and the court was broken, but since the chaos broke out, King Wu had no trace, and he had never seen him again until his death.

"If King Wen is fake, what about King Wu? This person, the strongest fighting force in the human race, who is said to have already set foot on the road to becoming an emperor, is it possible that he..."

"What are you looking at?" While he was lost in thought, the guard's voice sounded, waving the pass in his hand, "Don't you want your pass?"

"Yes." Ye Fan responded, took the pass, but did not rush to leave. He looked at the guard, his mind moved slightly, and pretended to be ignorant.

"Brother, King Wu and the others sit there every day, don't they eat?"

"Hey, you little guy only cares about a day." The guard heard this, laughed and scolded, and scratched his head, "But I haven't seen King Wu and the others leave in the past few years."

"Maybe their realm has reached a place we can't imagine, and they can practice fasting."

"Fasting? So powerful." Ye Fan exclaimed.

"That's right, this is King Wu and other human elders, all of whom are the strongest kings in the human race." The guard replied. As soldiers, they respect King Wu and the others very much.

Hearing this, Ye Fan agreed casually without asking any more questions. After a while, he patted the Flame Devouring Hellhound and passed through the open city gate.

"Something's wrong."

After passing through the city gate and walking on the Eternal Bridge, Ye Fan's thoughts were somewhat scattered.

After all, people are people. Whether they are crowned as kings or half-emperors, they will have physical needs. This is a kind of desire that is difficult to quit. Perhaps some people have special breathing methods to control beasts and can transfer elemental power to replenish their energy, but people who fast for several years at any time have heard of it, but have never seen it.

This is not only about the realm of cultivation, but also the realm of desire and one's own state of mind.

It is barely reasonable to say that King Wu is so devoted to martial arts, but there are nine of them. All nine of them have reached the realm of complete fasting?

If this is true, then the front line will not be guarded by only King Ming and a few people.

"My master has also crossed the Eternal Bridge. His strength is top-notch among the kings, but it's not easy to cross it under the eyes of the King of Martial Arts..."

Thinking of some things, Ye Fan became more and more suspicious. He turned his head and looked at the city wall. Under the sunlight, the figures were still shrouded in darkness.

"How can the king of the human race not see the light?"

Muttering, Ye Fan didn't think about it anymore and turned his head away.

Unraveling the truth, he saw more and more, and was getting closer and closer to the truth. Whether it was true or false, it would surface one day.

The man and the dog gradually went away, the sun gradually set, and at dusk before the night fell, an old voice sounded among the nine people.

"That kid seems to be spying on us."

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to spy on us like this." Another voice sounded, but with a smile, "Did he see anything?"

"Bai Ze is on him, but he has not subdued him. This kid seems to have used some tricks." The old voice at the beginning answered again, but sighed, and his eyes moved, as if looking at the seat in the middle.

"The ancient beast has begun to wake up, and the time of great change is approaching. King Wu has been gone for several years, maybe he will come back soon..."

...

At noon that day, the Ye family was quiet, and Ye Donghai also had a rare day of relaxation, brewing tea alone in the yard.

Things went better than he thought, and he had already found a confidant who was worthy of trust. They were all strong men of the Ye family. As long as the fifteenth day of next month came, he could get the elixir by breaking the Taiyi Sect.

Click, click.

Footsteps sounded at this time, and a figure walked in excitedly. It was Ye Chuan who was on vacation at home today, "Dad, Ye Fan is here."

"Ye Fan is here?" Ye Donghai was drinking tea, his movements were a little stagnant, his expression was stiff for a moment, but soon, he smiled again, "Fan'er is home, it's a happy event, take me to greet him."

As he said, Ye Donghai stood up, and Ye Chuan led the way in front, and soon walked through the hall and walked out of the Ye residence.

As soon as he went out, when he saw Ye Fan sitting on the Flame-Eating Hellhound, Ye Donghai's eyes lit up, "What a high-spirited young genius!"

"Fan'er, come in quickly."

"Brother Fan, come in quickly, we finally meet again after last separation." Ye Chuan also spoke from the side, "I'll go call the Fourth Master and the Seventh Master, they are all in Kyoto."

As he said, Ye Chuan entered the house first, and Ye Donghai greeted Ye Fan to come in. Their attitude towards Ye Fan was quite good, and even Ye Donghai, who didn't say much good things, was somewhat earnest towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan put away the Flame-Eating Hellhound and responded twice. Just as he entered the house, many members of the Ye family who had heard the news arrived soon.

They were all very curious about the legendary first prodigy of the Ye family. Some of them had seen Ye Fan in Pingcheng, but at this time, they all came up to him with enthusiasm.

"Ye Fan, do you still remember me? I am your cousin. I held you in my arms when you were little."

"I bought you a beautiful rag doll. Is that doll still there?"

"I, I, I am your second uncle's third concubine. When we got married that year, you and your father came to have a banquet in Pingcheng."

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, and I, I am..."

"..."

The crowd was talking in a swarm, and most of them were talking about their friendship with him in the past. However, after all, it has lasted for thousands of years, and there are many people. If they can't really talk about friendship or blood, they just praise him.

In short, make yourself familiar, emphasize your identity, or emphasize the names of your children.

Ye Fan didn't like such scenes, especially at the banquet that year. He had seen how cold these people who were now flocking to him were.

As for people, most people always admire the strong and bully the weak. To put it nicely, it is to seek benefits and avoid harm. To put it bluntly, it is ugly. Ye Fan can see these things clearly and knows what these people think. But as the person involved, Ye Fan really doesn't have much good feelings for these bloodline clansmen.

After a few polite words, Ye Fan soon lost his patience and looked at Ye Donghai on the side, "Uncle, I'm a little tired."

"That's it." As the head of the family, although Ye Donghai is honest, at this time, he can naturally hear the hidden meaning of Ye Fan's words. His face turned black and he said:

"Fan'er has been traveling on the way home. Why are you all surrounding him?"

"Have you finished your own business? Do you want me to arrange some more for you?"

After the voice fell, the prestige of the head of the family was there. Soon, the crowded crowd retreated one after another, and Ye Donghai also led Ye Fan into the inner room and sat down in the lobby.

The two chatted. Ye Donghai was not good at speaking, and Ye Fan did not like to chat. After saying a few words, seeing that Ye Fan was not interested, Ye Donghai went out on the pretext of arranging a house for Ye Fan.

Sitting alone in the lobby, Ye Fan was about to think about how to explain this to Ye Donghai and others, but the door was noisy again. It turned out that the adults were stopped, and the children who were watching the excitement gathered at the door again.

Compared with the slick adults, the children were awkward and timid. They gathered by the door and outside the windowsill, carefully poking their heads, looking at Ye Fan as if they were looking at something strange, and at the same time, they chatted with their friends.

Ye Fan always liked innocent children, but at this time, listening to the chirping voices merged and intertwined, he gradually got a headache.

"I said that the old man is so old, why do you insist on living alone in the Marshal's Mansion."

"If it's me, I have to live there too."