"Cleaning the portals by the orders of our ancestors!".

.........

Just a few words, like gold and stone falling to the ground, echoing loudly in this world.

The stern aura was like an ocean storm, sweeping across the world in an instant.

Sand and stones rise and fallen leaves fly wildly.

The temperature here dropped sharply.

"presumptuous!"

However, the people guarding the mountain in Chumen cursed angrily.

"A bad guy who has not dried up, dares to talk nonsense here?"

"Return to Chu Tianfan?"

"You are so brave!"

"How dare you claim to be a member of the Tian generation!"

"I think you don't want to live?"

"Who doesn't know in the world? The Chu family is only a descendant of the Tian generation."

"That is the son of the current head of the Chu family, Chu Tianqi, the future leader of the Chu family!"

"As for you, I don't know where the young boy came from, dares to speak out so shamelessly?"

"Don't get out of here!"

"On a happy day, we don't want to kill you and defile the wedding of the Chu family."

At the foot of Mount Chumen, these guards guarding the mountain cursed coldly.

While speaking, the long sword in his hand was even more unsheathed.

It looks like that, if Ye Fan doesn't leave, he will do it directly.

These people have lived in Truman for a long time and are obviously used to being arrogant and domineering.

The stiff tone was full of displeasure and chill.

However, in the face of these people's threatening words, Ye Fan had no expression on his face and had no intention of retreating.

Instead, he slowly looked up and looked at the people in front of him.

"You are Truman."

"I don't want to touch you yet."

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

Cold words make people unable to hear any emotions.

"Oh, damn!"

"What a big tone."

"It seems that today, you won't cry after seeing the coffin."

Ye Fan's words undoubtedly completely angered the guards guarding the mountain gate.

One of them immediately took action and waved the long sword and slashed directly at Ye Fan.

Bang ~

Amid the crisp sound, the long sword in the man's hand broke down.

"What?"

"This guy, what a strong body?" These Trumen guards were shocked and prepared to take action together.

However, before they could make any move, Ye Fan had already shot out his palm.

Boom ~

Majestic power swept across the world.

Amid a shrill scream, the guards in front of them flew out a hundred meters like kites with broken strings.

The ribs were broken and blood flew everywhere.

In the end, it hit the ground hard, but it lost its life.

After dealing with the guards at the mountain gate, Ye Fan kicked open the mountain gate of Mount Chumen.

The huge stone door weighing dozens of tons was split into pieces under Ye Fan's feet in an instant.

Amid the rocks, the thin lonely shadow stepped onto the winding mountain road leading to the Trumen Hall.

Standing under the mountain gate, stepping on the corpse of Truman.

Ye Fan looked up.

The quiet sunshine shines with colorful spots.

The mountain road paved with bluestone almost leads to the horizon.

The towering Mount Chumen stretches across the sky and the earth, and penetrates into the sky.

How many years have it been?

Ye Fan had long forgotten when the last time he took this road.

Ten years of drinking ice, half of my life of honor and disgrace.

After going through hardships, Ye Fan finally arrived at his destiny.

Over the years, Ye Fan has imagined today's scene countless times.

He thought that when he returned to his hometown, his heart would fluctuate and turbulent.

However, when this day really came, Ye Fan's heart was as quiet as water.

The towering and tall mountain of Truman did not cause any turmoil in his heart.

He just raised his head and walked slowly along the stretching stone stairs.

The slow steps, stepping on the bluestone ground, made a sound like a drum beat.

Boom~boom~boom~boom~

The gravel trembled and the plants swayed.

The whole mountain was trembling.
Chapter completed!