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Chapter 7 Ye Quan

Ye Fan found a bucket of water, poured it into clear water, and poured Shura Teng's body fluid into it. The small medicinal fluid was poured into the water. The water surface was green and turned into a sticky liquid. He took off his clothes and jumped into the bucket. A trace of severe pain invaded the body from his skin, and penetrated into the bone tendons from his body, and wanted to prick tens of millions of needles.

He gritted his teeth and used his inauspicious technique to refine the medicinal power that penetrated into his body. His body seemed to be in an ice cave, and he seemed to fall into a volcano. It seemed to be two great gods, or two great demons, who wanted to plunder his body, pull him into the boundless hell, and drag him into the Shura Purgatory.

Even the innate realm cannot bear the pain, and even the soul will be torn apart. After all, this is Shura's body fluid. If you want to improve your strength, how can you not pay a little price? If you can't bear even this small pain, how can he deal with the despicable villain Cheng Mo?

Three hours later, the pool in the bucket turned from green to black. Ye Fan flew out of the water and landed on the side. A ray of light shot out from his eyes, a white light shrouded all over his body, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly gathered and lingered around him. At this moment, he was like a god born, and the holy light lingered, and it should not be desecrated.

The majestic and powerful aura came out from his body, and the four walls swayed, and it was shaking for a moment. What a terrible power this was. Even the powerful people in the Concentrating Realm had never had this momentum.

However, Ye Fan frowned and said, "The spiritual energy before was enough to make people break through the realm of concentration. I actually broke through the first level and the fourth level of Qi refining. Moreover, Shura's body quenching fluid, even the innate realm, can transform him, but my body is still buried in the bones. The body of the beginningless body is indeed terrible, and it is worthy of being the best body of the heavenly way."

Unexpectedly, the previous spiritual fluctuations only allowed him to advance to one level, but it was just the cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining. This was just the fourth level of Qi Refining. It had such a momentum. If he was allowed to advance to the Concentration Realm and the Innate Realm, what a terrible momentum would he have in the future?

"But the spiritual energy reserves in my body can already compete with those of the ninth level of Qi refining. Even in the realm of concentration, I have the power to fight!"

Ye Fan checked the situation inside his body and nodded slightly satisfied, as if this was a very common thing.

But people from the outside world knew that a person at the fourth level of Qi Refining actually said that the spiritual energy reserves are comparable to that at the ninth level of Qi Refining and can confront the Concentration Realm. I don’t know how many people laughed and scolded them for being ignorant, but they didn’t know that Ye Fan did have this ability, and his combat experience was much richer than others. In his eyes, the Concentration Realm was a joke.

"Although the strength has been improved, if you want to clean up the Ye family, this strength is not enough." Ye Fan said to himself.

It turns out that he not only needs the cultivation qualification of Xuanhuang Sect, but also needs to clean up the Ye family. What strength is this? How domineering is it?

Xuanhuang Sect is optional to him, but this is left to him by the host's father, so he will not let go, because of the heavy father's love that he cannot let go. The elder and his group actually sought power while the head of the family was uncertain, which also violated Ye Fan's bottom line, reminding him of the despicable villain Cheng Mo.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, are you here?" A call came from outside the door.

Ye Fan opened the door, and a young man in white, about twenty years old, was waiting outside the door with a nervous look on his face. When he saw the visitor, Ye Fan's cold face appeared with a smile, "Ye Quan, you are back."

Ye Quan is one of the few people Ye Fan treats him well in his family, and is also an orphan adopted by Ye Tianlong. After Ye Tianlong disappeared, he did not defect to the Great Elder like Ye Yunyue, but stayed with the host and tried his best to protect him. A few days ago, the Great Elder deliberately arranged a task to distract him in order to seek the token of the host.

"Ye Fan, are you okay? I heard that you confronted the Great Elder in the hall and agreed to fight Ye Mutian at a clan meeting in half a month. Are you crazy?" Ye Quan checked Ye Fan's body, breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his face and taught him a lesson.

Ye Fan smiled. It’s not because Ye Quan reacted so much. Ye Mutian’s name is well-known in the Ye family. He is known as the genius who is most likely to cultivate to the innate level within a hundred years. He has always been the leader of the younger generation.

"Listen to my brother, we are going to want the Xuanhuang Sect. Let's talk about it when my father comes back. My father's life and death are uncertain, and those people dare not touch us. Brother, I have the strength to practice Qi sixth level, but compared with Ye Mutian, I can't stand his three moves. If you fight with him, you can't get it well. As the saying goes, if you keep the green mountains there, you won't have to worry about burning fire!"

Ye Fan's face froze and he looked at him seriously and said, "Ye Quan, do you think you can't compare to Ye Mutian?"

Ye Quan was stunned. I don’t know if it was because Ye Fan refuted him, or was frightened by the majesty he showed, but he still said: “Ye Fan, I am a few years older than Ye Mutian, and I have fought with him several times, but they are not his opponent. You, you still..."

"Ye Quan," Ye Fan pushed his hand away coldly and stared at his eyes, "Do you know what a waste is?"

"Waste, waste?" Ye Quan was stunned again, looked at him with unknown reasons, and hesitated: "Waste is just not able to practice, it is also a waste, a waste of family resources!"

He looked at Ye Fan carefully, always feeling that this brother was a little different from the past. In the past, whenever someone mentioned the word "waste" in front of him, the brother would silently return to his room and work hard to practice. Why did he mention the word "waste" by himself today?

"Wrong," Ye Fan said coldly, staring into his eyes: "The waste is a person who is not enterprising and has no ambition and is satisfied with a little achievement, just like a frog in the well who thinks that the sky above his head is his world. You keep saying that you are not as good as Ye Mutian, and you have never thought of surpassing him, how can you win?"

Ye Fan's words and sentences were loud and loud, like a heavy hammer hitting Ye Quan's heart, making him unable to come back to his senses for a long time and staring at him in a daze.

"Brother, brother, you are right. This is a waste. I know what to do. I will never become this waste!" Ye Quan recovered after a while and looked at Ye Fan with bright eyes.

"Okay, this is my Ye Fan's brother!" Ye Fan patted his shoulders and looked at his sincere eyes, but a strange feeling flashed in his heart. Ye Quan is sincerely treating him now, but what will happen in the future?

Then, a bitter smile was outlined on the corner of his mouth. Why should he worry about what will happen in the future? Ye Quan is now sincere to the host. He has always been clear about his grudges. He will treat those who are good to the host and those who are loyal to his father.

"Wait, Ye Fan!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Ye Quan hurriedly called him, pulled him into the room, and took out a set of scrolls and two bottles of elixirs from his arms.

"Ye Fan, I originally wanted to persuade you to give up, but if you insist on doing this, then I, the brother, can only support this martial arts. Senior Xiao asked me to give you these two bottles of elixirs. He also wanted to see your attitude. If you deliberately stabilize the Great Elder and his group, on the day of the clan meeting, you will secretly go to the Magical Beast Mountains in Lingyun City, where he arranged someone to pick you up."

"If you insist on fighting Ye Mutian, this is his meager force. He is now being restrained by Elder Lin and has inconvenience in everything. These things are also what he has tried his best to give to me."

He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder hard, "I will rely on you in the future. You know what my qualifications are. Thanks to my adoptive father, I can only practice. Although my surname is Ye, I don't even count as a disciple of a sideline. I can't participate in the clan association, so if you need help, even if you go through fire and water, my brother will sacrifice his life to help you!"

"Thank you, Ye Quan, I will definitely not disappoint you!" Ye Fan stared at Ye Quan's eyes and said solemnly.
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