The strongest collapse system

Chapter 1056 Father and Son
In the depths of the desolate ancient star, there is a dark red land, which seems to have been stained with blood and lacks vitality.An ancient tomb stood quietly, extremely desolate and desolate.

Without saying a word, Wang Fan approached the ancient tomb.

The ancient tomb is very large, more than ten feet high, where a holy body lay buried, and the dark red soil buried him.

Wang Fan stood silently for a while, paid homage for a while, then turned and left.

The power of the primordial spirit enveloped the entire ancient star of life, and the next moment, he broke through the void and came to a city.

This city occupies a huge area, but it is not majestic. The streets in the city are ancient, and all kinds of buildings are very old, not prosperous. It is just an ordinary ancient city, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Wang Fan walked into a very dirty street.

Wild dogs were rummaging through the garbage for food, and some children were running around and playing.

"catch him!"

At this moment, a group of children ran over.

Running in the front was a six or seven-year-old child, wearing tattered clothes, dirty all over, with black and purple streaks on his face, scars, bruises, sweat and mud.

A group of waiting children chased after them, all aggressive.

"Little saboteur, you can't run away. Aren't your ancestors invincible? Now you are so down and out that you can't even practice." The children chasing behind scolded.

The little Po Boy trembled invisibly, as if he wanted to stop, but he quickly pursed his lips and continued to run away.

However, his body was too thin. Although he tried his best to escape, he was still blocked in the alley.

The older children blocked the alley and forced the little poor boy.

The little broken boy was dirty and looked very pitiful, with only a pair of big bright eyes. Looking at the approaching crowd, he clenched his fists, as if he wanted to resist.

But a flash of hesitation suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he finally let go of his fist, then crouched down with his head in his hands.

"Run, why didn't you run?"

A group of older children immediately swarmed up, punching and kicking the little boy.

"Okay, stop beating. If it breaks, who will accompany Cang Feng to practice? The Cang family will punish us." After a beating, the children dispersed.

Only the little boy was left in the same place, curled up in a corner, bleeding from his forehead, bruised on his face, covered in cuts and bruises, his eyes were dim and full of pain.

Wang Fan witnessed all this calmly.

"Why didn't you fight back? Just now I saw you want to fight back several times?" Wang Fan approached the alley, looked at the little Po Boy and asked.

The little boy was only six or seven years old. When he suddenly saw a stranger appearing, he was startled and flinched back.

He didn't speak, his dirty little face was tense, and there was some vigilance and some pain on his immature face.

"Why don't you fight back?" Wang Fan asked again.

The little boy still didn't speak, huddled in the corner of the alley, lowered his little head, his expression gloomy.

Wang Fan sighed, touched his head, and could feel the other party's thin and small body tremble slightly, tensing up.

As if he didn't feel any malice, the little Po Boy's body relaxed after a while.

"The holy blood in his body is so thin that he can hardly feel it, and he is malnourished all the year round, and there are many hidden wounds on his body. He will not live to be 30 years old in the future."

After a little induction, Wang Fan found out the physical condition of the little Po Boy.

He took out a small jade bottle, pulled out the stopper, and suddenly a wisp of strange fragrance came out, and the little Po Boy smelled it, and his spirit was shocked.

The blood stopped flowing, the wound began to heal, and after ten breaths, the scars were gone.

"Thank you, uncle." The little boy stood up and thanked him very politely. He glanced at Wang Fan and lowered his head again.

He had some doubts in his heart, he didn't know why the other party wanted to heal his wounds, it was very different from those people he had seen before.

"Do you want to practice?" Wang Fan asked.

"I don't want to." The little Po Boy was silent for a while, then said.

"Why don't you want to practice? Those kids bullied you, don't you want to take revenge?" Wang Fan said lightly.

The little Po Boy was silent again for a while, and said in a shy voice: "Even if you cultivate, it's useless. You can't beat the Cang family at all. My father went to the Cang family to reason about me, and his leg was broken."

There was pain and self-blame in the voice, and at the same time, some resentment was hidden.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the small jade bottle in Wang Fan's hand, full of desire.

"Uncle, can you help my father heal his injury? Please!" The little Po Boy suddenly knelt down.

……

This is a courtyard in the city, very quiet, the courtyard is not small, but dilapidated, it is a very old building.

"Father, I'm back." Yang Xuan, the little boy, pushed open the broken wooden door with a bang, and shouted.

There were a few old trees in the courtyard with many fallen leaves. A little yellow dog barked, greeted the little boy, and then grinned at Wang Fan.

A middle-aged man in his 30s limped out. His face was pale and he smelled of weakness. His clothes were as tattered and patched as Yang Xuan's.

He is obviously not old, but his head has gray hair, and his hands and feet are a little awkward.

"You are?" Yang Yunteng, a middle-aged man, looked at Wang Fan and asked.

"Father, I invited this uncle to treat your injuries!" Yang Xuan's face was full of excitement.

"Really?" Yang Yunteng was not as happy as his son. Instead, he looked at Wang Fan with some vigilance. It's all gone!"

The excitement on the little Po Boy's face dissipated immediately.

"Father, what are you talking about? This uncle is a good man, he healed my injury!" The little boy took a step forward and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, "I asked him to come back and heal your leg!"

"Xuan'er!" A flash of anger flashed across Yang Yunteng's face, "Have you forgotten what I told you? We of the Saint Physique lineage, even if we die, we won't bow our heads! Let alone begging for help!"

"Father, but..." Yang Xuan wanted to say something.

Yang Yunteng interrupted his son directly, and said decisively: "Needless to say, when I open the secret realm of Lunhai and open up the sea of ​​bitterness, mere leg injuries are nothing at all!"

Yang Xuan was suffocated.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Xuan'er, you have to keep in mind that our Saint Physique lineage is invincible, as long as we can successfully cultivate, we can restore the glory of our ancestors!" Yang Yunteng's face was full of longing.

"say no more!"

The little boy suddenly roared angrily.

(End of this chapter)