"Now it seems that your talent is no less than your father."

"Since you and your mother were driven down the mountain, your father came to us almost all day long to learn martial arts."

"As a master in three years, and a title in five years."

"That cultivation speed is shocking!"

"But unfortunately, your father's spiritual spirit is not pure enough."

"When practicing, you always have distracting thoughts in your heart, and the knots are hard to resolve."

"Otherwise, with your father's talent, you may have entered the realm of divineness."

"The distracting thought in his heart should be you mother and son."

"Zhenghong is also a poor person."

"There is no love for parents, and my wife and children will accompany you in the afternoon."

"Every day, I'm lonely, come and chat with us old men."

"You have grown up now, and you should be a father and a husband."

"In the future, you should be more considerate of your father."

"In life, there are too many people who cannot help themselves."

"Your father may not have done well enough, but his feelings for you mother and son may not be known, but we old people have the deepest experience."

"Every New Year's Eve, your father will sneak to see you."

"You probably don't know after so many years."

These old guys said slowly.

The more Ye Fan listened, the more he felt uncomfortable.

He used to hate his father very much.

I hate his father's weakness and incompetence, and I hate his father's ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

For ten years, he ignored him and his mother.

But now it seems that I have misunderstood him.

This man, over the years, has been silently paying attention to the guardians and the mother and son in an unknown way.

At this moment, Ye Fan even thought that he had put Mr. Han in the Chu family as an insider, as smart as that man, did he really not notice it at all over the years?

Perhaps, he had already known that Mr. Han was his Ye Fan's man and his Dragon Temple.

I just pretended to be ignorant.

"Okay, let's not talk about it."

"This is your family matter, so we old guys won't talk much."

"You go in."

"But, if you see your father in the future, scold him for us."

"That old boy hasn't brought us wine for many years."

"Hahaha..."

Eighteen old men Lang Lang smiled.

Then, he sat on the stone altar and no longer blocked Ye Fan's way.

In addition to those who have the sect leader’s handwriting, Trumen’s Treasure Pavilion can also enter, those who can defeat the eighteen masters of the pavilion.

Because I can't stop it.

"Yeah, sure." Ye Fan hugged them again, then strode into Truman's Treasure Pavilion.

"Lord Dragon, wait for us."

Gaia, Irving and the others wanted to enter as well.

However, they were stopped by the old people.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't you let me in?" Gaia and the others stared.

"Just let this little guy enter alone. If you want to enter, you can either take the lord's handwriting or defeat us." The old man guarding the cabinet said in a deep voice.

Gaia and the others shrank their necks at that time.

They did not have Ye Fan's ability. Even at their peak, they did not have the confidence to fight these eighteen old monsters, not to mention that they are still injured now.

"You guys wait for me outside."

"I'll go inside and pick some healing medicinal materials for you and bring them back to you."

Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Oh well."

Gaia and the others had no other choice but to sit outside and wait for Ye Fan to come back.

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, Ye Fan and his other people walked into the thousand-year-old pavilion in front of him.

The first time in the Treasure Pavilion was filled with precious rare treasures such as calligraphy and paintings, antiques, etc.

It is really the lost heads of several beasts in the Old Summer Palace, and they are all collected here.

Take out any one of them is enough to shock the world's collection circle.
Chapter completed!