"Ye Zhai?"
In front of a very inconspicuous mansion, standing four figures, it was Xiao Fan and his entourage, and several people unconsciously recalled the Ye family mansion they had seen before.
Compared with the splendid Ye Family Mansion, the house in front of you seed too low-grade, even like a slum, where the Ye Family should live.
"Ye Qingcheng lives here?" Ye Shiyu asked slightly surprised.
You know, she is also a mber of the Ye family, in a sense, the blood flowing in her and Ye Qingcheng's body is also of the sa origin.
It's just that when he was in the Battle Soul Continent, Ye Qingcheng's Ye family was the main line, while Ye Shiyu's Ye family was a side line.
"After Qingcheng was injured, all the people who fawned on their line shunned away, and so families almost even started." Li Qingzhu explained.
This was not beyond Xiao Fan's expectation. Even though the Ye Family was a powerful clan in the War Soul Continent, no matter how powerful they were, they were rely the cultivation base of the War God Realm.
This power can indeed be domineering in the small world, but it is far from enough in the Primordial God Realm.
Not to ntion anything else, the ordinary third-rate forces in the Primordial God Realm might be able to destroy the Ye Family.
Even if Ye Qingcheng's talent is against the sky, he is still alone and difficult to support. Now that his cultivation base is abolished, the Ye family will naturally fall.
Xiao Fan gave Shen Wuxin a look, and Shen Wuxin slowly walked towards the gate. At the door of the dignified Ye Family Mansion, there was not even a guard, enough to show Ye Family's shabbyness.
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Shen Wuxin knocked a few tis, but didn't get a response from anyone. Shen Wuxin shrugged, turned and prepared to retreat, saying, "No one."
Xiao Fan frowned, and now Ye Family probably had a lot of trouble, naturally no one dared to open the door.
However, Xiao Fan's soul power had already caught so figures, and he was staring at the door guardedly.
"I'll co." Seeing Xiao Fan preparing to step forward, Li Qingzhu quickly said, walking to the door and shouted: "Uncle Ye, it's , Li Qingzhu."
With a squeak, the door opened, and an old figure ca out. This was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a little pale hair and no blood on his face.
"Qingzhu, what are you doing again?" The gray-robed man sighed.
Although Li Qingzhu said that Ye Qingcheng was hit hard to protect her, but the gray-robed man knew that the other party had co for Ye Qingcheng, so he didn't bla Li Qingzhu at all.
"Uncle Ye, I brought a friend from Qingcheng to see him." Li Qingzhu reluctantly forced a smile.
"Friends?" The gray-robed man frowned. He knew very well that his son, with Ye Qingcheng's character, would basically have no friends.
Only when he turned his head to look at Xiao Fan and the others, the man in the gray robe directly exclaid: "You, are you Xiao Fan?"
"Patriarch Ye." Xiao Fan nodded slightly.
The person in front of him, he had already guessed who it was. It should be Ye Qingcheng's father, Ye Shizhi. His appearance was sowhat similar to that of Ye Qingcheng, but Xiao Fan had never seen him in person.
However, Xiao Fan, as the head of the Asura Palace and a celebrity in the Battle Soul Continent, clearly knew Xiao Fan's appearance.
"Hall Master Xiao, why are you here?" Ye Chenzhi smiled wryly.
Li Qingzhu saw that Ye Shizhi called Xiao Fan the lord of the palace, and his face was puzzled, but Shen Wuxin had already guessed sothing. After all, there are rumors of the Asura Hall in the world prison.
"I'll take a look at Ye Qingcheng." Xiao Fan said directly.
Ye Shizhi's expression was happy when he heard the words, and then he beca gloomy and shook his head: "Hallmaster Xiao wants to co and has learned about Qingcheng. His situation is very special."
Ye Shizhi also knew that Xiao Fan was a magic pharmacist, but Ye Qingcheng's problem was not that the magic pharmacist could cure him, unless he could get Ye Family's ancestral blood.
"How can I know if I don't try?" Xiao Fan still didn't want to give up, and he was also curious about the Ye Family's bloodline, why he was so sure that the Shen Yao Master could not save it.
Xiao Fan really didn't believe in this evil. In his opinion, there was no disease that a magical dicine master could not cure in this world.
Ye Shizhi hesitated for a mont, but finally hesitated: "Co with ."
Xiao Fan nodded, and followed Ye Shizhi to the deepest room in the house, where the guards were tight, and it was obvious that the Ye family had not given up Ye Qingcheng.
Ye Shizhi made a please gesture, Xiao Fan took a deep breath and walked in with Ye Shiyu and Shen Wuxin.
"Uncle Ye, don't worry, Qingcheng will be well." Li Qingzhu looked at Ye Shizhi apologetically.
"Qingzhu, you don't have to bla yourself, this matter has nothing to do with you, you are a good girl, but Qingcheng didn't have this life." Ye Shizhi sighed.
"In any case, I will wait for him!" Li Qingzhu shook her lips, she was also a stubborn girl.
"Ahem~" At this mont, there was a violent coughing sound in the room, and Ye Shizhi and Li Qingzhu quickly walked in.
But when he saw Ye Qingcheng stand up hard, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his expression pale.
Xiao Fan held Ye Qingcheng with one hand, his expression also a little ugly.
"Xiao Fan, why are you here?" Ye Qingcheng said weakly.
"Let see." Xiao Fan's hand directly held Ye Qingcheng's pulse, a trace of divine power poured into Ye Qingcheng's body.
At the next mont, Xiao Fan's expression condensed slightly, and his brows were twisted into a word Sichuan, and he said in a deep voice: "It's really a cruel heart. It abolished Ye Qingcheng's cultivation base, and it left a trace of destruction in his body. The power may kill his soul at any ti!"
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Fan urged a trace of devilish energy to pour into Ye Qingcheng's body, slowly enveloping that wisp of destruction, peeling off Ye Qingcheng's soul.
This process was slow, and it was also a huge challenge for Xiao Fan.
The soul is the weakest place for the monk, and if you are not careful, it will cause heavy injuries and even directly obliterate the opponent.
With the passage of ti, Xiao Fan slowly oozes a trace of sweat on his forehead, and his face is slightly pale. The process of stripping off that destructive power has consud too much of Xiao Fan's mind.
Ye Shishui, Li Qingzhu and Shen Wuxin held their breath for fear of disturbing Xiao Fan.
Ye Shiyu stood beside Xiao Fan, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on Xiao Fan's forehead.
After a long ti, Xiao Fan released Ye Qingcheng's arm and walked slowly to a chair to sit down. The whole person seed to lose strength, which was more expensive than a battle.
"Hallmaster Xiao, Qingcheng's illness?" Ye Chenzhi took a deep breath and asked cautiously, for fear that Xiao Fan would lose his last hope.
"Father, I know about my affairs myself." Ye Qingcheng shook his head and said, his whole person looked listless, probably because of emotional fluctuations, he coughed violently several tis. "Your life is temporarily saved." Xiao Fan looked very solemn and said: "However, I want to heal you, I can't do anything!"
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