The strongest collapse system

Chapter 1057 Believe
"Father, you always say that our Saint Body lineage is invincible, the ancestors of the Saint Body are invincible, invincible... But why was he killed by the man with the blood of the sky? Why can't I beat the Cang Family's Blue Wind now? Why do you I came to seek justice for me, but I couldn't beat the Cang family, and my legs were broken? Why? Why?"

Yang Yunteng was taken aback for a moment.

He looked at Yang Xuan, this son who had always been obedient to him, seemed to have become a stranger.

Afterwards, Yang Yunteng's face gradually turned red, he raised his arms, and clenched his fists, wanting to teach this unfilial son a lesson.

"Shut up! Don't slander the ancestors!"

Yang Xuan just raised his head and looked at his father stubbornly, without flinching at all.

Yang Yunteng lowered his arms feebly and said, "No matter what, I don't need this person to treat my injuries."

Yang Xuan wanted to say something more, but saw that Yang Yunteng had limped back into the house again, and closed the door tightly with a snap.

"Uncle..." He looked at Wang Fan, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes.

He had just been beaten all over by a group of big kids, and he didn't cry.

At this time, tears were shed because of his father's stubbornness and refusal to accept Wang Fan's treatment.

"Don't worry, I will stay in the city for three more days. If your father changes his mind within these three days, you can come to the east of the city to find me." Wang Fan smiled.

Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Fan touched the little Po Boy's head again, then turned and left.

Looking at Wang Fan's leaving back, Yang Xuan's eyes were full of reluctance, especially thinking that he once asked him if he wanted to practice, and his heart became hot.

But then he thought of the people in the Cang family and his father's lame leg, and his heart immediately became cold again.

"Wang!"

Yang Xuan looked down at the little yellow dog sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail at his feet, a wry smile appeared on his face, he took out a blackened steamed bun from inside his tattered clothes, which exuded a foul smell .

"Only found this today."

He tore off a small piece and fed it to the little yellow dog. The little dog didn't dislike it, so he took it and swallowed it. The dog's face was full of excitement, and its tail wagged a little faster.

Just when Yang Xuan was about to feed the second piece, a burst of shouting suddenly sounded.

"Come out, little brat!"

Outside the courtyard, it was noisy.

Yang Xuan's expression tightened immediately, he recognized these voices, it was the group of older children who chased and beat him before.

He hurried to the wooden door, put down the crossbar, and bolted the door.

"The waste holy body came out, the ancestors are the strongest, and the people with the blood of the heavens flowing in their bodies are here to suppress you!" The clamor became louder.

Anger appeared on Yang Xuan's immature face, and then he quickly suppressed it: "Let's avoid them, my father has already broken a leg because of me."

He shook his head, as if this could shake off all the grievance and anger in his heart.

However, just as he was about to return to the house, something unexpected happened.

Bang!

Seeing Yang Xuan not coming out, the children outside kicked the door open.

……

Wang Fan found an inn in the east of the city, and practiced while waiting, feeling the dao marks and laws of this desolate ancient star.

Soon, three days passed.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan did not come to look for him, and Wang Fan did not make things difficult for him, and planned to leave.

At this moment, Wang Fan seemed to sense something, and the power of his spiritual thoughts spread, instantly covering the entire ancient city.

The next moment, his face changed, showing a hint of anger.

brush!
Wang Fan stepped forward, crossed half of the ancient city in an instant, and came to the courtyard of the Yang family.

At this moment, the courtyard of the Yang family was in a mess, with broken bricks and tiles, cracked wooden doors, and a strong smell of blood and pungent herbs.

In the middle of the house, on a dilapidated wooden bed, Yang Xuanzheng was in a coma, his thin body was covered with scars again, and one third of the bones in his whole body were shattered. Occasionally he would cough violently, and the coughed up blood was even mixed some debris.

Half of his foot has stepped into the gate of hell, and he may die at any time.

Yang Yunteng beside the bed held Yang Xuan's palm tightly with both hands, his expression full of pain.

Goo, goo, goo!

The medicinal soup was boiling. Yang Yunteng immediately stood up and poured a bowl of medicine. He lifted his son up and tried to feed him. However, his injury was too serious and he was unconscious. He clenched his teeth and the medicinal soup flowed along. The corners of his mouth dripped down, soaking his clothes.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Yang Yunteng was full of grief and kept blaming himself.

"Father, I don't blame you..." Yang Xuan came to his senses at this time, and his immature voice sounded, "...If you want to blame, you should blame the people of the Cang family. They are afraid of our Saint Physique lineage. , will be invincible and stronger than them, so they always make trouble for us and suppress us."

At a young age, he is frighteningly sensible.

"Xuan'er, do you still believe that our lineage of the Holy Physique is invincible? Maybe... father was wrong!" Yang Yunteng, who had always believed in the invincibility of the Holy Physique, became shaken at this moment.

"I, believe it." Yang Xuan squeezed out a smile, and his breath was extremely weak.

After drinking the decoction, the little Po Boy fell into a drowsy sleep again.

The aura on his body has stabilized a lot, showing signs of recovery.

Maybe the herbal medicine has worked, maybe the bloodline of the holy body in the body has awakened a little bit, maybe it's... the power of belief!

Looking at his son's immature face, Yang Yunteng's eyes glistened with tears, and his expression became struggling.

After another moment, he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Xuan'er, rest well, I'll go find that person to heal your injury."

Yang Yunteng stood up and walked outside the house.

To his surprise, just as he opened the door, he saw the young man he had seen three days ago standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking at him quietly.

"You..." Yang Yunteng began to speak.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wang Fan took out a small jade bottle and threw it over.

Yang Yunteng caught it in a hurry, opened the cork and saw a drop of fairy liquid the size of a thumb, rolling at the bottom of the bottle like a pearl, shining brightly and colorfully, like a magic medicine refined by a god , fragrant.

"Well!"

Yang Yunteng just took a sip, and felt his body become stronger. The painful wounds could no longer feel the pain, and the broken leg also felt that it was recovering. The blood in the whole body was boiling, as if It's like a metamorphosis is about to happen.

"It can actually make my blood boil! The sea of ​​bitterness seems to be melting away!" Yang Yunteng was extremely shocked, and stepped forward to give a big gift, "Thank you, senior, for giving me the medicine!"

"With this magical medicine, Xuan'er's injury can be completely cured, and he can open up the sea of ​​suffering and embark on the road of cultivation!"

Yang Yunteng turned around and returned to the room, and brought the jade bottle to Yang Xuan's mouth.

The fragrant smell spread throughout the room, suppressing the smell of the medicine. The drowsy Yang Xuan just took a few mouthfuls of the fragrance of the fairy liquid, and there was a crackling sound in his body, his blood was boiling, and his bones were constantly healing. Well, his complexion has also improved a lot, and he is completely out of danger.

Seeing such a significant effect, Yang Yunteng was overjoyed, and was about to wake up his son and feed him the fairy liquid when Wang Fan's voice sounded.

"This is the immortal liquid brewed by the Taoist Master from the ancient mythological era. It can build the supreme Taoist foundation for a human race. However, my medicine is not for Yang Xuan, but for your practice. Have you not always believed in the Holy Body?" Are you invincible? Take this drop of immortal liquid and embark on the path of invincible cultivation!"

(End of this chapter)