With a heart full of curiosity, Ye Qingtian opened the backpack in his hand.

What caught my eye were eight exquisite wooden boxes.

Ye Qingtian picked up one and took a look.

"Um?"

"This box is a bit unusual."

"It is still rare to see this kind of wooden box with such a good seal."

Ye Qingtian said slightly surprised.

"Stop talking nonsense, open it and take a look."

Ye Fan was obviously too lazy to talk to him, so he urged him again.

Ye Qingtian no longer hesitated and exerted a little force on his palm.

With a click, the wooden box in my hand opened in response.

Then, a rich spiritual energy of life flowed out of the wooden box and came to my face.

Feeling this filled spiritual power of heaven and earth, Ye Qingtian trembled all over, and his pupils suddenly tightened: "This...this is..."

"Yuan Ling Fruit?"

"You...you really got the Yuanling Fruit?"

With the tremor, Ye Qingtian opened the second one and the third one.

Sure enough, there is a Yuanling Fruit stored in every wooden box.

Even though the Yuan Ling Fruit has been picked by Ye Fan for nearly a year, the essence and spiritual energy have not been lost too much.

The rich spiritual power of heaven and earth was flowing in front of Ye Qingtian's eyes as if it were the essence.

"It's all Yuanling Fruits."

"My God, Ye Fan, how many fruits did you snatch?"

"And, after so long, you actually have it?"

“It’s still so well preserved?”

Ye Qingtian was completely shocked.

He never expected that Ye Fan would have so many Yuanling fruits in his hands.

He originally thought that it would be a blessing in disgrace to Ye Fan that he could come out of the Amazon rainforest alive.

But who would have thought that this guy not only came back alive, but also brought back so many spiritual fruits.

Over the years, Yanxia has sent several teams to participate in the competition for Yuanling Fruit, but the combined Yuanling Fruits are not as much as Ye Fan gave him at this time.

Faced with Ye Qingtian's tremor, Ye Fan was very calm.

He waved his hand and said lightly: "Take it away."

"Just treat it as my Ye Fan, a little contribution to Yanxia martial arts."

"I said that the summer is my motherland."

"Even if I don't enter the Temple of Martial God, I won't mind doing something for the country and Yanxia martial arts."

After saying this, Ye Fan turned around and walked towards the room.

Behind him, only Ye Qingtian was left, and he was stunned.

In my ears, Ye Fan's words just echoed.

Looking at the boy's departure, Ye Qingtian smiled comfortably: "I, Ye Qingtian, did not see the wrong person."

He found that he was increasingly appreciating the boy in front of him.

Although he was young and frivolous, he still cared about the hot summer and the motherland.

Isn’t this feeling of family and country what Ye Qingtian wants to see?

"Ye Fan~"

Ye Qingtian called Ye Fan again.

"I asked you last, can you not go to the Chu family?"

"On behalf of the Temple of the Martial God, I would like to ask you to let go of this obsession on behalf of Yanxia Martial Arts."

"Just treat it for the country, for the future of Yanxia martial arts, and for your billions of compatriots."

"The future of this country really needs you."

Ye Qingtian's tone was kind and gentle.

It's like parents trying to keep the wanderer who is about to leave his hometown.

Ye Fan was silent for a long time, but he didn't answer.

Ye Qingtian continued to persuade: "Ye Fan, stay here, just treat it for your motherland."

"I will keep you for the 1.4 billion people of Yanxia."

"Don't go to the Chu family, okay?"

In the manor, Ye Qingtian's words couldn't help but echo.

Accompanied by the breeze in the manor, it flows throughout the world.

The world seems to be quiet at this time.

Only the breeze whispers, and the lake water ripples.

However, Ye Fan finally shook his head.

He turned his back to the God of War and laughed in a low voice: "God of War, you don't have to use this to keep me."

"I'm different from you."
Chapter completed!