Chapter 510 Clan

"Who is coming!"

In front of the Eternal Bridge, the dark city gate was closed tightly, and the guards stopped Ye Fan who was speeding towards him.

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

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

In the impression, they are sitting here like this, guarding the last line of defense of the human race, as if they have never left or even moved.

If it were before, Ye Fan would only think that those few figures were majestic, but maybe it was the mystery about King Wen that reminded him. He looked at the seat in the middle of the nine figures, and frowned slightly.

In the previous life, great chaos broke out, and the imperial court was invaded. However, since the great chaos broke out, King Wu disappeared without a trace, and he was never seen again until his death.

"If King Wen is fake, what about King Wu? This is the most powerful warrior in the human race and the legendary figure who has already set foot on the path of becoming an emperor. Is it possible that he..."

"What are you looking at?" In the trance, the guard's voice rang out, waving the pass in his hand, "Don't you want your pass?"

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

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

"Hey, you little guy can only take care of you so much." Hearing this, the guard laughed and cursed, and also scratched his head, "But I haven't seen King Wu and the others leave in the past few years."

"It may be that their realm has reached a place beyond our imagination and they can live without food."

"Bigu? So powerful." Ye Fan exclaimed.

"That's right, these are King Wu and other human race elders. They are all the most powerful kings of the human race." The guard replied that as soldiers, they respected King Wu and the others.

Hearing the sound, Ye Fan agreed casually without asking any more questions. After a while, he patted the flame-eating hellhound and passed through the opened city gate.

"Something's wrong."

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

People are still human after all, whether they are kings or semi-emperors, they will have physical needs. This is a kind of desire, and it is difficult to give up. Maybe some people have a special breathing method for controlling beasts that can transfer elemental power to replenish themselves with energy, but people who have been fasting for several years have heard of it, but have never seen it.

This not only requires a higher level of cultivation, but also requires a higher level of desire and one's own state of mind.

It would be fair to say that King Wu was so dedicated to practicing martial arts, but there were nine of them, and all nine of them had reached the state of complete non-elimination?

If this is really the case, then the front line will not be guarded by just a few people from King Ming.

"My master has also crossed the Eternal Bridge. His strength is considered top among the kings, but it is not that easy to cross under the nose of King Wu..."

Thinking of something, Ye Fan became more and more guessing. He turned back and looked at the city wall. Under the sunlight, those figures were still shrouded in darkness.

"How come the king of the human race cannot see the light of day?"

After murmuring, Ye Fan turned his head without thinking any further.

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

One person and one dog gradually went away, the sun gradually set, and at dusk before nightfall, an old voice sounded among the nine people.

"That kid seems to be spying on us."

"No one has dared to spy on me like this for a long time." Another voice sounded, but with a smile, "Did he see something?"

"Bai Ze is on his body, but he has not subdued him. This kid seems to have used some tricks." The old voice at the beginning answered again, but he sighed and moved his eyes, seeming to look towards the middle seats.

"The ancient beasts have begun to awaken. A great change is coming before us. King Wu has been gone for several years, and perhaps he will be back soon..."

…

At noon that day, Ye's house was quiet, and Ye Donghai also had a rare day of relaxation, making tea alone in the courtyard.

Things went smoother than he thought, and trustworthy confidants have been found, all of whom are strong men from the Ye family. He only needs to break the Taiyi Sect on the 15th of next month to get the elixir.

Snap, snap, snap.

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

"Is Ye Fan here?" While drinking tea, Ye Donghai's movements were a little sluggish, and his expression was stiff for a moment, but soon, he smiled again, "Fan'er is back home. It's a happy event. Take me to greet him quickly."

With that said, Ye Donghai stood up, while Ye Chuan led the way, and soon walked out of Ye's house through the hall.

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

"Fan'er, come into the house quickly."

"Brother Fan, hurry up. We saw each other again after we said goodbye last time." Ye Chuan also spoke from the side, "I'll call the Fourth Master and the Seventh Master. They are all in Kyoto."

With that said, Ye Chuan entered the house first, and Ye Donghai greeted Ye Fan into the house. Their attitude towards Ye Fan was quite good. Even Ye Donghai, who didn't say nice things, was a little enthusiastic about Ye Fan.

Ye Fan put away the flame-devouring hellhound and responded twice. Just as he entered the house, many members of the Ye family who heard the news soon arrived.

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 the banquet, right in Pingcheng."

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

"..."

The crowd was talking in a swarm, saying the same thing. Most of them were talking about their past friendship with him, but after all, it had lasted for thousands of years and there were many people. If they couldn't really talk about friendship or blood, they would just praise him.

In short, they would make themselves familiar, emphasize their identity, or emphasize the names of their 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. However, as the person involved, Ye Fan really has no 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."