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"Your ancestor is Yuan Tianshi. His status seems to be extraordinary. He actually knows these secrets..."

"Master Yuan Tian is a kind of title. In the distant past of the Northern Territory, there were not many people, and there is no such person now." The middle-aged man next to him seemed to be a little emotional.

"hiss"

Ye Fan gasped, he didn't know much about the Northern Territory, and the source of the celestial master was very powerful, so I'm afraid it's not as simple as ordinary people.

"In the Northern Territory, there is a fairyland named Yaochi, and they have respectfully invited Zhang Wuye's ancestors to visit him." The second fool interjected.

"What?!" Ye Fan was shocked.

Going to the holy land of Yaochi to have a banquet, from this point of view, Yuan Tianshi is definitely an extraordinary person who is like a saint. It is definitely unimaginable to be able to find the dragon's veins and calm the source of the gods.

"Later, didn't people from Yaochi come to your village?" Ye Fan asked.

"I came here once 500 years ago, but it's a pity that the "Book of Yuantian" has been lost for thousands of years. Later generations have only learned superficially, and have not helped them." Zhang Wuye shook his head.

"I think your ancestor must have been an extraordinary person. Did he live in this village to live out his old age?" Ye Fan felt that it was hard to predict how Master Yuan Tian became a saint, so he asked this question.

"Ah!" Zhang Wuye sighed, and said, "Master Yuan, if you know too much about the secret of Yuan, something ominous will surely happen..."

Chapter 185 Ominous Land

The past of the ancient times has passed away with the years, and the dust of history has been buried underground. This is the truest portrayal of the Northern Territory.

As time goes by, the vibrant land has become desolate, and the races of the past have become a cloud of history.

Today, there is only endless emptiness and desolation left in the Northern Territory. Looking around, there is nothing in the boundless land, only monotonous reddish brown.

More than a dozen riders were running fast, Zhang Wuye and his village were two hundred miles away, and at this speed, they could go back before the sun set.

Ye Fan also rode on the same horse, riding side by side with Zhang Wuye, earnestly asking for various secrets about Yuan.

Thousands of years ago, the "Book of Origin" was lost, and many secret methods of finding the source were lost. Zhang Wuye was very sorry, and he sighed when talking about this matter.

Ye Fan was also a little disappointed, it was definitely a wonderful book, he really wanted to get a glimpse of it, to find the dragon vein of the source, to determine the source of the peerless god, this kind of method is shocking.

Once in your hands, you will surely become a guest of honor in the Holy Land. This wonderful book is of inestimable value.

More than a dozen riders ran, leaving behind more than a dozen trails of smoke and dust.

After more than an hour, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it had only traveled seventy or eighty miles. It was not a fine horse, and its physical strength was average.

"drive!"

Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, their speed was extremely fast, like a whirlwind, arousing smoke and dust soaring into the sky, and they arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses, they are all shiny with scales, tall and tall, and very burly. They are dragon-scaled horses, shaped like horses, covered with green scales, and can travel four or five thousand miles a day without getting tired.

"No, it's a bandit!" Among the dozen or so people, the very clever boy named Wang Shu changed his face.

"Stop it all!" a dark-skinned middle-aged man shouted.

The eight-skinned dragon-scaled horse surrounded Ye Fan and others, and everyone on the mount shouted: "Hand over all the sources you have mined, or this will be your burial place."

Ye Fan has finally personally experienced the complexity of this chaotic land. In broad daylight, bandits are rampant, killing people and stealing goods at every turn.

"My lord, we didn't collect a single source today, and we didn't gain anything." Wang Shu explained with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, source collectors like you don't shed tears when you see the coffin, so hurry up and hand it over and let you go, or today will be your memorial day next year." The dark-faced middle-aged man in the middle scolded.

"My lord, we really have nothing to gain. If you don't believe me, you can search your body as much as you want, and we won't have any resistance." Zhang Wuye cupped his hands.

Ye Fan patted Zhang Wuye on the shoulder, telling him not to worry, but to look at these people.

"Stay here, old man!" A rogue stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling that there seemed to be a source of energy on him.

"You still said that there is no source, this young man with thin skin and tender flesh must have a lot of sources hidden in his body." A bandit swung his horsewhip, whipped it heavily at Ye Fan, and cursed: "How dare you lie in front of us!"

"boom!"

Ye Fan grabbed the whip and said to Zhang Wuye and the others: "Go ahead and wait for me."

"Little bastard, who do you think a source picker dares to do?" The rogue looked around and said, "I see whoever of you dares to leave, just wait here obediently!"

"thump!"

Ye Fan tore him off the dragon-scaled horse, but he didn't kill him. He had a lot to ask these rogues.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuye and others rushed to the distance without stopping.

The leader of the bandits, who plundered all day long, naturally saw that something was wrong, so he directly abandoned the dragon-scaled horse and jumped into the sky, wanting to escape.

"You still want to leave?" Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and the wind of eight fingers, like eight hammers, hit their bodies, and the eight of them fell to the ground immediately.

The rogues headed by them were just monks in the realm of Fate Spring. To Ye Fan, they were vulnerable. These people were all pale, knowing that they had hit the iron plate.

"Whether you are rogues or not, all the sources on your body are less than half a catty." Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied, and said, "Tell me in detail, which gangs of rogues are nearby."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon-scaled horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and the others, and asked, "Will bringing these dragon-scaled horses back bring you trouble?"

More than a dozen young and middle-aged men were very jealous, but Zhang Wuye shook his head and said: "Let them fend for themselves, only rogues can ride them. If there are these strange beasts in our village, they will be too eye-catching."

"The gangsters are rampant, don't the sects here care?" Ye Fan asked.

"How to manage, the rogues are like locusts, one batch after another, there is no way to control it."

"It's almost as long as they don't join bandits, but I heard that many sects support bandits and plunder secretly."

Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and bloodshed in the Northern Territory is simply a sinful paradise.

"It's no wonder that monks from other regions want to take risks in the Northern Territory. There is no law here. As long as you have the strength, you can be the emperor in one side."

Ye Fan felt that this suits him very well, so there is no need to worry about Yuan.

Before sunset, I finally finished traveling more than [-] miles.

In front, there is a stockade made of stones, but there are only a few dozen households, and the total number of people is no more than two hundred.

When he came close, Ye Fan found that the folk customs were really tough. Regardless of men, women, old or young, all the villagers were holding sharp knives. Seeing that it was Zhang Wuye and others who came back, he let out a sigh of relief and put down the sharp knives.

"Big Beard Chen is here again. He said that there are still five days left, and if we can't hand over the source, we will destroy our entire village."

The villagers were frowning and sighed.

"The other teams that went out also failed to gain anything and returned without success."

"These sources have been over-extracted in recent years, and the sources in the nearby areas have been exhausted. How can they be collected in a short time?"