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He stroked the iron arm covered with light golden metallic luster. Looking at the magical pupils that appeared in the mirror, Zhuo Yifan's little heart beat wildly and laughed excitedly.

"The Demon Eye Iron Arm is a perfect match! It's so great! So what if you have poor talent? I have never seen talent! Let's see who will be trampled on in the future!"

Shocked over, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"The demonic eye and iron arms are both evolutionary. As long as you can constantly hone them, they will evolve, and I will become stronger!"

The little face that was filled with joy had an extremely firm expression: Become stronger! You must become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can you enter the Blood Prison and find the man you have always wanted to meet since you became sensible.

"If I can successfully obtain the final strength of the Demon Eye and Iron Arm, I really don't know how strong I will be... I must not let anyone know about this!"

Thinking of this, he clenched his iron fist, knowing very well how much disaster these two things would bring to the Zhuo family if they were spread.

An ordinary man is innocent and he is guilty of possessing a treasure.

He is young, but he understands this truth.

Boom!

At this time, the door was suddenly blown open.

A strong force rushed into the door, and the door was broken into pieces and the wood chips flew. As the domineering orange spiritual power rotated wildly, a "kka" sound was directly embedded into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a domineering and burly figure rushed in with great strides and came to Zhuo Yifan's bed like a howling, and the thin blanket was scraped away by the energy.

"Grandpa..." Zhuo Yifan stared at the domineering old man, and quickly closed his iron arms.

Zhuo Wentian's emergence made Zhuo Yifan feel a little lost.

"Fan'er, how about it, are you okay? Does it hurt?"

Zhuo Wentian asked with concern. He stretched out his powerful hand and began to check the injury from Zhuo Yifan's shoulders. While poking out spiritual energy to investigate the situation in Zhuo Yifan's body, he did not let go of an inch of his skin.

The old man was afraid that his grandson would lose some parts. He took off Zhuo Yifan's underwear and even his little brother didn't let him go, which made Zhuo Yifan's face turn red and he almost fainted.

The guards standing by the bed laughed secretly, looking at Zhuo Yifan with a provocative look, showing a smirk.

"What are you covering up? I haven't seen it before. Well, it's really much bigger than when I was a child..." Zhuo Wentian looked at the little brother and teased him with his hands. Zhuo Yifan's whole body froze and collapsed directly. Before he could come back to his senses, he found that his white pants had been completely stripped off.

"There are so many scars!"

Zhuo Wentian looked at Zhuo Yifan's all over his body and Lin Li's interlaced sword marks. His eyelids suddenly jumped, and his chest suddenly became angry. Everyone could clearly feel that a volcano was about to erupt!

"A bunch of food! When the young master needs it the most, where did he go!" Master Zhuo shouted loudly, and said something amazing, and directly revealed the catchphrase that Zhuo Yifan hadn't heard for a long time.

"You can't protect the young master, damn, what's the point I want you!"

"Everyone is mentally unconscious and is depressed all day long. How can I support Yifan to ascend to the throne of the head of the family? If I don't feel energetic, I'll go back and eat ten thousand pounds!"

Ten thousand pounds rise? The guards shivered and raised their heads and stood straight. Although this thing can cheer up, they cannot be eaten casually. A fingernail is enough to make a blind bear in heat for seven days and seven nights.

Zhuo Wentian's Lion Roar in Hedong almost spread throughout the Zhuo family's courtyards, and the ground was vibrating. He kept swearing.

These guards were already scolded along the way, and their 18th generation of ancestors were scolded by Zhuo Wentian. None of them had a good ending. They thought his anger had subsided. Unexpectedly, the moment they saw this precious grandson, they burst out again.

The guards were very aggrieved and hung their heads, thinking that if they hadn't gone out to find Zhuo Yifan last night, they wouldn't have been dispersed and the care would have been unfavorable.

"Hmph! You guys are in the yard outside, each of them does a thousand... No! Ten thousand push-ups! You don't get up until you finish it! Get out of here!" Zhuo Wentian was angry when he saw this group of people. He punched the edge of the bed, smashed a pit, and was full of anger.

I just left for a while and such a big thing happened. My son did not come out of the Blood Prison, and my grandson was his last hope. It was also the Zhuo family's future hope! He is the flower of the family, how could the flower be bullied so miserably!

Damn Zhuo Wenzhan, can I seem so easy to bully? I really think I can't beat you. I saw that you are my brother and kept giving in to you. You are so arrogant, bullying the small, and bullying my good grandson!

Zhuo Wentian completely spread this anger on Zhuo Wenzhan. This time, a big battle is inevitable.

"Grandpa...I'm fine, but it's just a little skin trauma..." Zhuo Yifan comforted.

Zhuo Wentian could no longer bear it when he was ridiculed by others. This battle became the fuse of the war. He knew that the dire straits between these two old men would probably have completely broken out because of this incident!

"Skin trauma!***, isn't skin trauma injured? That old man called so many thugs..."

Zhuo Wentianhu's eyes flashed, as if he realized something, and his eyes skipped a little surprised: "This time, the crowd who came to beat you only seemed to survive three or four, and they were already disabled. The rest... were also killed by you?"

Zhuo Yifan smiled faintly and nodded without objection. He usually won’t kill anyone, but with his surname “revengeful and vengeful”, he certainly won’t let him go if someone provokes him!

"Hahaha! OK! OK!"

Zhuo Wentian's eyes suddenly fluctuated. He grabbed Zhuo Yifan's hand and looked around. His angry face immediately smiled happily.

"Okay! It's worthy of being my grandson of Zhuo Wentian. He has been refining his body so quickly! No wonder those miscellaneous people can't beat you, they have no eyes."

Zhuo Wentian immediately laughed, filled with relief and joy, "Heavenly! Heavenly secrets! This time the gate of Blood Prison came, and the little bastard Zhuo Fei was injured. Zhuo Wenzhan must be crazy. Hahaha, Fan'er, this is a chance! A huge opportunity! This time the quota for the gate of Blood Prison is the one you are!"

Zhuo Wentian didn't care about how Zhuo Yifan improved in just a few days. He only knew that his grandson had become stronger again! What a bullshit soul quality, this is a bird, his grandson is a genius among geniuses!

"The quota for the Blood Prison Gate has not been agreed yet! Zhuo Wentian... You are thinking too well, right?"

As the grandfather and grandson laughed, an extremely disharmonious voice came.

Boom! A powerful aura shot from outside the door, aiming at Zhuo Yifan, as if he was going to kill him with one blow.

snort!

In an instant, Zhuo Wentian sneered, and a vast aura formed an extremely strong light curtain to block the force.

He looked at the middle-aged man with a slightly fat brow, and his anger came out.

The only one who dares to attack his baby grandson as soon as they meet is Zhuo Wenzhan!

"Zhuo Wenzhan! I'm going to find you, damn it, don't you see what I've beaten my grandson."

Zhuo Wentian's words just angered Zhuo Wenzhan, and a momentum of unyielding rushing out: "Zhuo Wentian! Why are you arrogant? I beat my Fei'er like this and killed so many of me. You must give me an explanation! Either you hand over this little bastard, or you will destroy his cultivation, or let Zhuo Fei inherit the position of the head of the family, and you can choose one yourself!"

"Bah!" Zhuo Wentian stepped forward, and Spitfix Xingzi almost sprayed him to death.

"Damn old bastard, let's goofy! Why don't you say that if you send someone to kill my baby grandson? I haven't asked you to claim compensation yet! I tell you, I want the position of the head of the family! I want the place in the blood prison gate, too!"

He pointed at Zhuo Wenzhan, and the anger he emitted could burn him: "You old bastard, hand over your other half Baoyu quickly and get out of here!"

"You...you can't imagine!"

Zhuo Wenzhan was shocked and stunned: "Zhuo Wentian, you, an old traitor, are still protecting this little beast! I have made three rules with you. No one can do it until Cheng Renli elects the position of the head of the monk!"

"Hmm? Little beast? Then are you scolding me for the old beast?"

Zhuo Wentian kept Zhuo Yifan behind him: "Zhuo Wenzhan is a little bitchy! Is there something wrong with you in your mind? Who is traitorous? Damn it, he has been bullying my grandson, and his skills are not as good as those who are injured. Who can blame this?"

The two quarreled, and Zhuo Yifan couldn't even get into his mouth. Seeing the smell of gunpowder getting stronger and stronger, Zhuo Wenzhan's eyes turned, and a bit of evil expression flashed, and a trick brewed in his heart, and his momentum suddenly decreased.

He smiled and almost flattered his hand at Zhuo Wentiandao:

"Don't interfere, brother, don't be angry... It's because I'm too abrupt. This matter is a misunderstanding..."

Zhuo Wentian hummed angrily and glanced at the old cunning thing, "A bullshit misunderstanding! Zhuo Wenzhan, what do you want to do?"

"Brother, don't be angry, please listen to me..."

A haze appeared on Zhuo Wenzhan's face, as cunning as a fox, "Fei'er is not as skilled as others, and I have nothing to say, brother. But this time the "Gate of Blood Prison" came too abruptly. Do you think Yifan... has the ability to get rid of Blood Prison? This is simply a waste of resources..."

"Hmph! Don't worry about this! Just hand over your other half Baoyu to me!" Zhuo Wentian refused to give in at all.

The treasure jade they mentioned was actually a heaven and earth spirit stone that could strengthen their physique. They were originally intended to be used as a tribute to enter the Blood Prison Gate next time in exchange for entry. However, the Zhuo family is now divided into two factions, and this spirit stone is divided into two halves.

Therefore, it is very important to enter the gate of Blood Prison and give tribute. If it is half a spirit stone, it will not be able to impress the door god at all.

"Baoyu? This is easy to say!"

Zhuo Wenzhan nodded. He took out a half-moon-shaped stone from his arms, with starlight on it, spiritual power surged, obscure and strange patterns spread throughout the body, dazzling and crystal clear.

This is the spirit stone divided into two pieces. Zhuo Wenzhan was afraid of being stolen and kept it on him at all times.

"What the hell are you playing?"

Zhuo Wentian made a 180-degree turn when he saw Zhuo Wenzhan's attitude, but he was doubtful.

"As long as Zhuo Yifan can walk through a round under my husband and go to the Blood Prison, I will naturally have nothing to say."

"Damn, what are you kidding!" Zhuo Wentian exclaimed suddenly.

"Then there is nothing to do? Alas... It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Zhuo Wenzhan Lao Ji shrugged in a cunning way. Now Zhuo Fei is injured and can no longer go to the gate of Blood Prison. He expected that Zhuo Wentian would not be willing to hand over his grandson. The dominance was completely in his hands. Seeing Zhuo Wentian's twitching face, he exclaimed in his heart.

Zhuo Wentian’s anger was the more comfortable he felt. He was such a person, and he was cruel.

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan suddenly turned over and jumped off the bed. He was wearing only a pair of underwear, dark skin, a well-proportioned figure, and the scars on his body added to his charm, releasing a faint domineering spirit.

"I accept it!"

Zhuo Wenzhan was about to leave, but he didn't know that a very small but extremely shocking voice sounded behind him.

"You accept it?"

"How can I not accept the second master's kindness this time? Yifan is still afraid that the second master will not dare to agree to this bet!"

Zhuo Yifan grinned, and a little evil flashed in his dark eyes.
Chapter completed!