The boy's crying drifted in the wind, with liberation and endless sorrow.

Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren stood quietly aside without disturbing them.

It was not until the boy's emotions gradually calmed down that Ye Qiu walked forward and gently patted his shoulder.

"You did a good job." Ye Qiu said softly: "Your parents in the Spirit of Heaven will definitely be proud of you."

The boy wiped away his tears, kowtowed to Ye Qiu three times, and said, "If it weren't for the actions of my senior, I would not only not be able to avenge my revenge today, but I'm afraid I'll also affect the people of the entire island. Thank you, Senior."

"Get up!" Ye Qiu helped the boy up and asked, "What's your name?"

"My younger generation Ning Fan." The young man replied respectfully.

"Ning Fan..." Ye Qiu nodded: "Good name."

At this time, Ning Fan walked towards the islander, then knelt on the ground "stop" and said, "It scared everyone, Ning Fan apologizes to everyone here."

The islanders hurriedly said, "Young Island Master, what are you doing?"

“Where can we afford such a great gift for you?”

"If you and the island owner hadn't protected us in recent years, we would have been killed by the Jinwu clan long ago."

"Young Island Master, get up quickly."

A group of islanders stepped forward and quickly helped Ning Fan up.

Ning Fan said solemnly: "In the future, I will definitely work hard to practice and strive to protect the villagers like my father."

Afterwards, Ning Fan explained to the islanders a few more words, and the islanders left.

"Ning Fan, where is your home? Can you take us to see it?" said the real person Changmei.

Ning Fan glanced at the collapsed mansion and said, "This is my home."

"Sorry, I'm sorry..." Before Changmei Zhenren finished speaking, Ning Fan said: "I have another residence. Two seniors, please come with me."

Then, Ning Fan brought Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren to a mansion.

Although this mansion is not as large as the collapsed mansion, it is very elegant inside, with pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the yard is full of peach blossoms. At this time, the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the fragrance is thriving.

There is a small pavilion in a corner of the yard.

There is a stone table and several stone benches in the pavilion.

"Let's go there and sit there!" said the long-browed real man pointing at the stone table.

"Okay." Ye Qiu nodded in agreement.

Ning Fan said: "Two seniors, you sit for a while and I'll make tea for you."

Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren sat down next to the stone table, and Changmei Zhenren whispered: "This kid is quite polite."

Ye Qiu said "yes" and said, "It's a good seedling."

"Little bastard, what's better if I take him to his subordinates?" Changmei Zhenren said: "This kid is the Nine Yang Divine Body, suitable for practicing the most powerful and yang skills. Otherwise, I will teach him the thunder method?"

Ye Qiu said: "Thunder method is indeed suitable for him, but you should ask for other people's opinions first!"

"Okay, I'll ask him later." As soon as Changmei Zhenren finished speaking, Ning Fan came out of the house, holding a wooden tray in his hand.

There were two cups of hot tea in the tray.

"Two seniors, please have tea." Ning Fan respectfully handed the teacup to Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren.

"Don't be polite, let it go!" Changmei Zhenren said with a kind look.

Ning Fan placed the tray on the stone table.

"Ning Fan, I want to ask you..." The real person Changmei was interrupted by Ye Qiu as soon as he spoke.

"Ning Fan, I heard your conversation before. What is the purpose of the sacred tree of the 10th Prince of Jinwu killing your parents and slaughtering your tribe?"

"That's right." Ning Fan said: "Half a month ago, my parents led their tribe members to fish on the sea and accidentally got a piece of divine tree."

"I don't know how the Tenth Prince of Jinwu knew about this, and then he led people to chase and kill them all the way. My parents knew that they could not escape death, so they handed over the Shenmu to a clan. They led away the Tenth Prince of Jinwu and asked the tribe to come back and handed over the Shenmu to me."

"That's why this scene happened today."

After Ning Fan finished speaking, he knelt in front of Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren and said, "If it weren't for the help of the two seniors today, I wouldn't know when I would have avenged my parents. I will never forget your great kindness to me in my life."

After saying that, "Dongdongdongdong" kowtowed three times.

"Child, get up quickly!" Changmei Zhenren hurriedly helped Ning Fan up and said, "That's right, I don't know you..."

"Old guy, I haven't finished asking yet, what's the hurry?" Ye Qiu asked: "Ning Fan, what is the origin of that divine tree? Is it in your hands? Can you show it to me?"

"Of course." Ning Fan took out a space ring and took out a piece of pitch-black wood from it.

This wood is only the thickness of a water cup, about three feet long, and is as dark as ink. There are faint golden patterns on the surface, as if flames are flowing in it.

Looking closely, the shadow of the phoenix spreading its wings vaguely appeared between the wood grains, lifelike, as if the wood would break out of the next moment.

What's even more amazing is that although this piece of wood has been separated from the trunk for a long time, it still exudes a strong breath of life.

Ye Qiu instantly confirmed that this was the legendary sycamore tree in the phoenix.

The phoenix cannot dwell without a paulownia tree, and cannot drink without a sweet spring.

This piece of sycamore wood can be selected by the phoenix, and must have gone through countless years of tempering, absorbed the essence of the divine fire when the phoenix was reborn, and has long been reborn and become a rare treasure. No wonder it has attracted the covetment of the Tenth Prince of Jin Crow.

Ye Qiu took Fengqimu and a burning sensation suddenly came from his palm, as if he was holding not wood, but a concentrated flame.

He closed his eyes and sensed, and found that the hot energy contained in the wood was as vast as the sea. If it was released, it would be enough to burn mountains and boil the sea.

"What a magical object!"

Ye Qiu opened his eyes and exclaimed: "This piece of sycamore wood is of extremely high quality. If it is refined into a magic weapon, its power will be immeasurable."

He looked at Ning Fan and said seriously: "This thing is suitable for refining weapons. If you want, I can help you refine it into a magic weapon."

Ning Fan heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then hesitated: "Senior, this piece of divine wood was exchanged for my parents' lives, I..."

"You don't know the little bastard's ability yet, right?" Changmei Zhenren interrupted, "Ning Fan, I tell you that the little bastard is proficient in weapon refining techniques, and with his methods, he can easily refine peerless holy weapons for you."

"You don't know that there are countless people who want to ask him to help refine weapons, and they are all sky-high prices, but countless people are turned away by the little bastard."

"Now the little bastard can take the initiative to refine weapons for you. That is the blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes. Why don't you agree?"

Ning Fan looked at Ye Qiu with shock. He didn't expect that Ye Qiu not only had a high cultivation level, but also was so powerful in refining weapons.

"Then I'll bother you, senior." Ning Fan said gratefully.

Ye Qiu asked, "What do you want to refine?"
Chapter completed!