After 20 Years Of Silence, The Clone Is Now Invincible

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Bufan is already twelve years old, and there are only a few days left before he turns thirteen.

In these few days, Yan Bufan has the third opportunity to get the fire, which is also the last chance.

The first two opportunities were when he was three and seven years old, but they failed and he didn't get a single fire.

If he can't get the fire again this time.

Then in the eyes of others, he will become a "waste" completely.

An ordinary person who has no fate with fire, no Talent, and can't practice.

"Master, Master, the carriages and horses are ready, and the master and his wife are waiting outside." A handsome boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, ran in and panted.

Yan Bufan was lying on a rocking chair, enjoying the bright sunshine.

A girl stood beside him, rubbing his shoulders with a sweet smile on her face.

The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features, creamy skin, and a good figure. At a young age, she already had a figure that could make fish sink and geese fall.

No need to guess, when they grow up, they will definitely be beauties who bring disaster to the country and the people.

The boy's name is Zhao Xuanyi, and the girl's name is Zhao Leling, they are a pair of siblings.

The two are not members of the Yanshen clan, but Yan Bufan bought them from a businessman at a high price when he was five years old.

Yan Bufan slowly opened his eyes.

He loved this kind of life too much. He didn't have to worry about money, didn't have to do anything, and had someone to serve him. It was so comfortable.

It was not like the previous life, working every day, working overtime every day, stressful, tiring, and spending money, and needing to be careful.

Yan Bufan stood up, stretched, and smiled: "Let's go, don't you want to see the Holy City? Young Master, I will take you to see it today."

Zhao Xuanyi suddenly asked: "Young Master, are you not nervous at all?"

Yan Bufan smiled: "Do I need to be nervous?"

"Shut up." Zhao Leling's face changed slightly, and she glared at her brother and shouted.

Don't you know that Talent has always been a thorn in the young master's heart? You dare to mention it.

At this moment, Zhao Leling wanted to sew her brother's mouth shut.

Zhao Xuanyi saw his sister's fierce look, his neck shrank, and he apologized hurriedly: "I'm sorry, young master, I was wrong."

Yan Bufan waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, I'm very open-minded. If I can't get the fire, it means I have no chance to get it."

"Let's go to the Holy City." Yan Bufan stepped out of the yard.

Zhao Leling and his brother hurriedly followed.

...

On the way to the Holy City.

"How can you be calmer than your parents?" Yan Jingxuan asked unhappily in the carriage.

Bai Yan sat opposite Yan Bufan, holding his hands together, his face full of tension, and praying in his heart, hoping that the ancestors would bless him and bless his son to get the fire smoothly.

"Dad, there's no point in worrying. It's not me who's worried. The fire can take root in my body." Yan Bufan replied with a smile.

He already had the flame, and the fire was something dispensable to him, so of course he didn't worry at all.

"Dad is relieved that you have such a mentality." Yan Jingxuan smiled, looking relaxed on the surface, but in fact, the tension in his heart was no less than Bai Yan's.

After all, this was his son's last chance to get the fire. If he failed again, his son would really become a waste.

In the world, which parents don't want their children to excel, have a promising future, and win glory for themselves? They are no exception. They didn't mention it because they were afraid of hurting their children's self-esteem.

"Genius? Waste?" Yan Jingxuan sighed slightly in his heart. As time passed, the wish of hoping his son would become a dragon had long been wiped out.

Now he only hopes that his son will grow up safely, marry and have children as soon as possible, and continue the family line.

"This time, I'll stay at your great grandfather's house." Yan Jingxuan looked at Yan Bufan and said.

Yan Bufan nodded indifferently, pulled open the curtains, and looked outside.

I saw a huge city with no end in sight, like a prehistoric beast crawling, exuding an amazing momentum, which shocked people's hearts and minds.

This city is the holy city of their lineage: Qingyan City.

"How magnificent!"

Zhao Leling and her brother exclaimed outside.

Yan Bufan put down the curtain.

...

The carriage drove into Qingyan City.

Finally, it stopped in front of a large house in the residential area.

Although it is said to be large, the size of this house can only be considered ordinary in the entire residential area.

"Qianyang Palace."

Yan Bufan got off the carriage, looked at the four big characters on the plaque, and read them softly.

His great grandfather, that is, his grandfather's eldest brother, was a powerful person with the title of King Level. King Qianyang was his title.

…

After a while, under the notification of the guards, Yan Bufan and others successfully entered the house.

And under the guidance of the guards, they lived in a small courtyard.

"Alas! Family affection is getting weaker and weaker. There is not even a person to welcome us." In the yard, Yan Jingxuan sat on a stone chair and sighed.

"Don't complain. It's good that we can stay." Bai Yan poured a cup of tea for Yan Jingxuan.

She is more careful and has a very thorough understanding of the fact that no one came out to welcome us.

It's just that rich relatives look down on poor relatives.

They dislike their family for being too weak and think it's not worth interacting with them.

She had to admit that this was true.

Their family is indeed worse than the previous generation.

On the other hand, the Qianyang King's family is completely thriving, and each generation is stronger than the previous generation.

The eldest son of Qianyang King, Yan Hao, has already stepped half a foot into the King Realm.

The younger generation even produced Yan Feiyu, a genius with the Seventh Grade companion flame. If nothing unexpected happens, he is fully expected to become the Heavenly King.

Thinking of this, Bai Yan subconsciously glanced at the house, thinking that it would be great if her son could be more promising, so that others would not look down on him so much.

"If I had known this, I might as well find an inn to stay in Qingyan City." Yan Jingxuan shook his head helplessly.

"Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it." Bai Yan came back to her senses and said.

...

Yan Bufan had just finished tidying up the room, and through the window, he happened to see this scene and heard it.

In Yan Bufan's memory, the relationship between the two families was originally very good, with both sides.

But because his Talent was "poor" and his father's strength had not broken through, he could not see the hope of becoming a king.

The Qianyang King's family, fearing that their family would cling to them, began to deliberately distance themselves, so that the relationship between the two families took a sharp turn for the worse.

In this world where martial arts are respected, there is no absolutely solid friendship, and strength is everything.

With strength, who dares to look down on you?

"King Qianyang?" Yan Bufan suddenly laughed disdainfully.

According to him, although his great grandfather was a King Realm strongman, he was the lowest among the King Realm strongmen.

Yan Bufan closed his eyes.

Darkness fell.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a white world, with cold wind howling and heavy snow flying.

"Ouch!"

A painful scream sounded.

In front of him was a giant ape, covered in blood, with a face full of fear, and desperately running away.

This giant ape was 30 meters tall, with a hideous face, white hair, and four arms.

It was the King Realm Monster, the Four-Armed Snow Ape.

"Die!" At this moment, a childish cold shout exploded in this space.

"Swish!" An ice cone with terrifying power, like a flash of lightning, nailed into the head of the Four-Armed Snow Ape.

"Ouch!" A wailing sound that was enough to kill an ordinary person sounded.

The Four-Armed Snow Ape staggered a few steps, fell to the ground with a bang, and quickly lost its vitality.

The cold wind howled and the snow flew.

A moment later, a white flame ignited on the huge head of the four-armed snow ape.

The flame quickly condensed into a thin figure.

This person was wearing a white robe and a ghost mask on his face. Judging from his figure, he was obviously not very old.

"The fourth one." A childish voice came from under the mask. The white-robed man took off the mask, revealing a face like a fairy or a god.

If Bai Yan and Yan Jingxuan were here, they would be shocked when they saw this face, because they were very familiar with this face.

This person was none other than Yan Bufan.

Yan Bufan's Nine Nether Mysterious Ice Flame clone.

...

Qianyang Palace!

Yan Bufan retracted his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Conferred King, so what.

He can also be killed.