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At this time, Ou Bai saw that Ou Chuyang was a little anxious and immediately said, "Father, my brother is about to be born. Do you want to have a name?" Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this, and then they laughed in shame.

Everyone was anxious to see how genius Ou Chuyang's son was, and he actually forgot about this matter.

Xiao Ling'er also hurriedly smiled and urged her.

Ou Chuyang smiled hoarsely and said, "You boy, the child is not born yet, how did you know it is your younger brother?"

Ou Zi said, "My father, even if she is a sister, she must have a name." "Yes, yes, what Zi'er said makes sense." Ou Haopeng smiled.

Ou Chuyang thought to himself that he was led by Mr. Fang, and with Ou Haopeng's protection and help, he had today. He said, "Why not just let my father take it." "Me?" Ou Haopeng was stunned, his eyes became a little wet.

In the Xiaodangshan Ou family, Ou Haopeng's only son died early because of Ou Chuyang's affairs and had no children for so many years. He has regarded Ou Chuyang as his own son. It would be very suitable if they chose this name. However, Ou Chuyang had previously revealed that Wumiaojie Zun was Ou Chuyang's real father. When it comes to this point, Ou Haopeng was not easy to speak.

Seeing Ou Haopeng pondering slightly, Ou Chuyang also understood something. Thinking of the scene where Wu Mie was taken away by the three great realms to remind him of something, he couldn't help but feel sad.

It was still Ou Tianxing. Seeing the two of them being sad, they couldn't help but snorted, "Okay, don't let your mother-in-law and mother. I want me to say, Ou Chuyang, your own son's name will be yourselves." Everyone listened and nodded repeatedly. Ou Zi joked, "Father, you have to think about it carefully. Don't be perfunctory like us Abai." Ou Chuyang frowned and pretended to be unhappy and said, "Why, your name is not good?" "Hehe, this is not true, father, you should think about it yourself." Ou Zi is open-minded by nature, and sometimes she likes to joke with Ou Chuyang. Of course, these jokes must be harmless.

After pondering for a moment, Ou Chuyang could not think of a satisfactory name. With a wry smile, he shook his head and said, "It's better to wait until the child is born and the child's mother decides." Everyone thought about this. It's the same thing. Mu Wanqing's hard work for tens of thousands of years of pregnancy was seen by everyone, and there is still the power to name a name.

So, the courtyard became quiet again. The closed doors sounded from time to time, and the kicks and stomps made people feel nervous.

The blood of the setting sun moved to the west mountain, and then the last ray of setting sun was sprinkled, and then it fell. The day and night changed in a tense atmosphere, and the baby was still not heard until the morning of the next day. "Why did it take so long?" The warm sunlight shone on the body, but the hot fire flowed upset everyone in the courtyard.

It has been two days and two nights, and there is still no good news inside. Even though Ou Chuyang has an extraordinary character, he can't help but get anxious. When he came here and stood in the yard the day before, he is now close to the door, pressing his ears on it from time to time, listening to the sound inside.

It took a long time to noon... "Qu" a baby's cry came from the door.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound. "Birth, I was born..." Ou Zi was the first to jump up, ran to Ou Chuyang at a speed of thunder without rushing, and said, "Father, I was born." "I heard, I heard." Ou Chuyang's hands were also trembling slightly, and Ou Tianxing, Ou Haopeng and others were even blindfolded with a faint mist.

Huangdi's eyes were shining brightly, obviously looking forward to what kind of talent the baby had already born inside had, so he subconsciously leaned over. "Squeak~" Didn't let Ou Chuyang and the others wait for too long, and shortly after the baby's crying sounded, Xu Jie'er finally walked out with Lan Feng in her arms, followed by Dongfang Xue and Mu Wanqing who was supported by him. "Yao'er, why did you come out if you don't rest?" Ou Chuyang was stunned when he saw this, and ran over to support the weak Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing smiled slightly, felt her husband's love, and said happily: "It's okay, I just suffered a little." "Are you tired?"

Mu Wanqing shook her head and said, "My grandpa, I am an emperor after all, don't think I'm so useless, okay?" Ou Chuyang smiled and stopped saying. "Don't you look at your son?" Mu Wanqing blinked. "Son?" Ou Chuyang laughed, "I guessed it really like Ou Zi." At this time, everyone had already surrounded Ou Chuyang's son like stars, and he kept praising him with every word. Only Huangdi stood aside and frowned.

Ou Chuyang didn't care about those things and snatched the baby from everyone's hands and looked at it carefully: thick eyebrows, big eyes, and facial features were so straight that they were impeccable. It was obviously inheriting the advantages of his parents and looking so cute. Ou Chuyang could hardly put it down.

Everyone was very happy, but they ignored one thing...

Huangdi leaned over, looked up and down at the baby, and couldn't help but wonder: "Huh? No, why is this child not really alive?" "Hmm?" Huangdi's voice was not loud, but everyone still heard it. Everyone was stunned and hurriedly released their divine thoughts to wrap the baby up.

As expected, compared with the turbulent pure vitality of Huangdi when he was born, Ou Chuyang's son was actually a real mortal. "Mortal? No." Ou Bai, Ou Zi and others were also stunned and hurriedly surrounded him. "It's really a mortal~" Everyone's eyes began to become a little strange. Xu Jie'er and Dongfang Xue stood aside at a loss, and Mu Wanqing was also slightly stunned. Her divine thoughts felt it, and she was stunned at the moment.

A strange atmosphere suddenly rose in the courtyard, and no one spoke. "A generation of Slayers is actually a mortal? Who would believe it if you say it?"

When he saw that everyone was not talking, Ou Chuyang was also a little embarrassed, but he didn't care much about the mortals and extraordinary people. However, seeing that Mu Wanqing's face was a little bad, he quickly laughed and said, "Haha~, mortals are good, mortals don't need to fight and kill them all day long, mortals~, um." As he said, Ou Chuyang turned around and looked at Mu Wanqing and said, "Yao'er, everyone just talked about the name of this child with me, and I was also in a difficult situation. I originally planned to ask you to give one, but now I have an idea, what do you think we call him Fan'er?" "Fan'er? Ou Fan?"

As soon as Ou Chuyang said this, everyone in the courtyard was stunned on the spot. "Fan'er?" "Ou Fan?" "This~, this is very suitable." Everyone was stunned for a moment, and shook their heads and sighed bitterly.

The Son of the God of Slayer is actually a mortal, and it is appropriate to call Ofan.

Mu Wanqing knew that Ou Chuyang was sympathetic to her, so she nodded gratefully. Two lines of tears flowed down her face like a flower: "Honey, yes, sorry~" Ou Chuyang was stunned and hurriedly carried Ou Fan over and frowned: "Why do you say this? Fan'er has his life. Since God has given him such a body, he naturally has his destiny. Even if we are his parents, we cannot change it. And calling Fan'er is very good..." Ou Chuyang said, looking at Ou Haopeng.

Perhaps Ou Bai, Ou Zi and others didn't know the hidden truth, but when Ou Chuyang called out the name Fan'er, Ou Qing and Fang Lao both looked at Ou Haopeng beside him. In addition to Mu Wanqing's so-called apology to Ou Chuyang, Ou Haopeng was still moved by Ou Haopeng.

While Ou Chuyang was still mingling in the brave continent, he joined forces with Huang Lang to kill Pang Zimo. After that battle, the Ou family in Xiaodangshan was almost crazy revenge by the Fuqi Palace. Ou Haopeng and Wu Youlian's only parent-child, Ou Fan, died at the hands of the Pang family in that battle. Wu Youlian himself could not cultivate martial arts, and even if there were tens of thousands of spiritual pills, he could not make him become a warrior like himself and others, and transcend life and death. Ou Haopeng never married, and now he ended up being a lonely man. It can be said that Ou Fan's death was caused by himself. Others don't remember this, and Ou Chuyang will never forget it.

Ou Haopeng's wife has kindness to him and his mother. How dare Ou Chuyang forget it? When he just learned that his son was a mortal body, the name Ou Fan was suitable for the situation, so it was also considered a comfort in Ou Haopeng, which is of course the most suitable.

Ou Haopeng walked over from the side with his hands trembling, looked at Ou Chuyang, slowly took the newborn Ou Fan over, shook it gently, and the old man's tears fell sadly.

At this time, Mr. Fang had already told everyone about Ou Haopeng's past. When everyone heard this, they were deeply moved by Ou Chuyang's nostalgic demeanor.

Xu Jie'er, Dongfang Xue and other women were crying in a daze, while Mu Wanqing was also wearing pear blossoms and rain.

After a while, Mu Wanqing stopped crying and Zhan Yan smiled and said, "The name of my husband is very good, I like it very much~" "Just like it, haha~" Seeing that the scene was a little too sad, Ou Chuyang burst into laughter.

Ou Tianxing and Ou Qing looked at each other, both of whom were comforting the Ou family that had such a descendant who was deeply wise and righteous.

Ou Tianxing strode forward, looked at the watery baby, and smiled and said, "Haha~ Ou Fan, this name is good. But he doesn't necessarily have to be a mortal. My Zixiao Sect now has many alchemists, and he is even a king-level alchemist. I am still worried that I can't create a peerless strong man?"

When everyone heard this, they were immediately delighted. However, the atmosphere of joy had not yet risen, and the excitement of everyone was once again extinguished by Ou Chuyang's basin of cold water. "It's useless~" Ou Chuyang smiled lightly, looked at his beloved son, and said, "Fan'er has no purple palace and does not have a dantian. No matter how many spiritual medicines are, they can only make his physical fitness stronger and he cannot become a warrior at all." "What?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly ran over, making a mess. The result can be imagined that Ou Chuyang's divine mind is so powerful that he can tell whether he has the Zifu Dantian at a glance.

Indeed, the newborn Ou Fan did not have the Zifu Dantian and could not accumulate internal energy at all, so he could not become a warrior. He could be regarded as a true mortal.

All thoughts are gone.

The excitement that had just emerged turned into sadness in a flash, and the courtyard became quiet again.

Mu Wanqing and Ou Chuyang were intimate, how could they not understand what he was thinking? Years of hard work have caused Ou Chuyang to face too many life and death crises. He didn't want his children to follow his old path. Maybe it would be a mortal, and it would be good to experience birth, old age, sickness and death.

After carrying Ou Fan over, Mu Wanqing still had a pleasant smile on her face: "Young Master is right. The simplicity of mortals is the uniqueness of us. Perhaps, another road is more suitable for him." Ou Chuyang smiled happily, looked at Mu Wanqing, and nodded, "That's what it means, mortals are just mortals. Ou Bai~" As he said, Ou Chuyang called Ou Bai. "Father~" Ou Chuyang said: "Although it's just a mortal, it's still very difficult for mortals to survive in the Tianwu Realm. Prepare some low-level elixirs, grind them into powder and apply them on their bodies, and strengthen the body of mortals. There is no need to change their fate against the sky, just make him stronger and don't get sick." This simplicity, for Zixiao Sect, it would be simpler to use some kind of elixir to strengthen a person's body. Maybe even the elixirs in the Tianwu Realm can't be used.

Ou Bai nodded and replied: "Don't worry, I'll leave this to me and Ou Zi." "Yeah."...

A year later, Oufan is really like a normal person. He will climb in March and leave in September.

Two years later, Oufan could speak, but it was unclear.

Three years later, Ou Fan finally became a mortal child and could communicate fluently with others. "Mother~, why can't I fly in the sky like Brother Bai and Brother Zi?" In the courtyard, a tender voice repeated this topic every day.

Whenever Ou Fan asked about it, Mu Wanqing and Ou Chuyang would love to look at the little guy and say, "Because you are not a warrior." "Father, why can't I become a warrior?"

Ou Chuyang smiled and said, "What's the point of warriors? What else can you do except fly?" "I heard you don't have to die." "Who did you say?" "Brother Huangdi." The little guy looked puzzled.

Ou Chuyang was stunned and thought to himself: "This Huangdi is too serious. If you don't know how to lie, just stay away from the little guy." "I want to learn martial arts~" Seeing that Ou Chuyang didn't make a sound, the little guy clenched his fists and ran away.

Ou Chuyang and Mu Wanqing looked at each other, their expressions filled with helplessness.

Ten years later, the divine battle is imminent, and most of the Zixiao Sect members have left Zixiao City. Apart from Huangdi, there are only Ou Bai, Ou Zi and Old Fang accompany the little guy Ou Fan.

Since the little guy stood up to become a warrior as powerful as his father, he has stayed in the Poison Lord Tower day and night. He has read almost all the secret scripts in the Poison Lord Tower. However, he still can't feel Brother Bai, Brother Zi's internal energy in his mouth.

Ten years later, Ou Fan grew up to be a strong man, with a figure that was comparable to Ou Chuyang, but his handsome appearance was far superior to his father. He was so handsome that even Ou Bai, who had outstanding appearance, was willing to lose his advantage.

However, he still couldn't refine his internal energy.

Ten years later, all the people from all over the Tianwu Realm should be fully equipped, and a huge murderous aura was filled with every corner of the Tianwu Realm.

As the war approaches, all the forces of all parties are ready, waiting for the sixteen anti-Heavenly Miscellaneous Orders to issue a bloody battle at the same time...

Ou Fan was still in the Poison King Tower, but... he still couldn't refine his internal energy.
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