ps: The family struggle chapter has begun and it’s exciting, so stay tuned.
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Stroking the iron arm that was covered with light golden metallic luster, he looked at the magical purple pupils in the mirror. Zhuo Yifan's little heart was beating wildly, and he kept laughing excitedly.
"Magic Eyes and Iron Arms are a perfect match! It's really great! So what if they have poor talent? I have never paid attention to such things as talent! Let's see who will be stepped on in the future!"
After the shock passed, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.
"Both the Demonic Eyes and the Iron Arm are evolutionary. As long as we continue to hone them, they will evolve, and I will become stronger!"
There was an extremely determined look on the little face that was filled with joy: 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 see since you were sensible.
"If I can successfully obtain the ultimate power of the Demonic Eyes and Iron Arms, I really don't know how strong I will be... I must not let anyone know about this matter!"
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.
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.
Although he is young, he understands this principle.
Boom!
At this time, the door was suddenly blasted open.
A strong force suddenly rushed into the door, which exploded into pieces and sawdust flew. As the domineering orange spiritual power rotated crazily, there was a "kakaka" sound, and the woodchips were directly embedded into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a domineering and burly figure rushed in with a sudden stride and came to Zhuo Yifan's bed like a roar. The thin blanket was blown away by this momentum.
"Grandpa..." Zhuo Yifan stared blankly at the domineering old man and quickly closed his iron arms.
Zhuo Wentianhuo's urgent appearance made Zhuo Yifan feel a little distracted.
"Fan'er, how are you? Are you okay? Does it hurt?"
Zhuo Wentian asked with concern. He stretched out his strong hands, starting from Zhuo Yifan's shoulders downwards to check the injuries. At the same time, he stretched out his spiritual energy to check the situation inside Zhuo Yifan's body, not sparing an inch of skin and flesh.
The old man was afraid that his grandson was missing some parts, so he took off Zhuo Yifan's underwear, even his little brother, making Zhuo Yifan's face turn red and he almost fainted.
The guards standing beside the bed all snickered secretly, looked at Zhuo Yifan with provocative eyes, and smiled evilly.
"What are you covering up? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Well, it is indeed much older than when I was a child..." Zhuo Wentian looked at his little brother and couldn't help but tease him with his hands. Zhuo Yifan froze and immediately
He collapsed and before he could recover, he found that his white pants had been completely taken off.
"There are so many scars!"
Zhuo Wentian looked at the numerous knife marks all over Zhuo Yifan's body. His eyelids suddenly twitched, and anger suddenly surged in his chest. Everyone could clearly feel that a volcano was about to erupt!
"A bunch of losers! Where did the young master go when he needed him most!" Mr. Zhuo shouted loudly, his words were shocking, and he directly broke out a mantra that Zhuo Yifan had not heard for a long time.
"You can't protect the young master, damn it, what use do I need from you!"
"Everyone has no energy and is sluggish all day long. How can I support Yifan to ascend to the position of head of the family? If you don't cheer up, I'll go back and eat ten thousand catties!"
Ten thousand pounds? The guards trembled and raised their heads and stood upright. Although this thing can cheer up the spirit, it cannot be eaten casually. One fingernail is enough to make a blind bear go into heat for seven days and seven nights.
Zhuo Wentian's Hedong lion's roar spread almost throughout the entire Zhuo family's courtyard, and the ground shook. He kept swearing.
These guards had already been scolded to death along the way. The eighteen generations of their ancestors had been scolded to death by Zhuo Wentian. None of them had a good ending. I thought his anger had subsided. I didn't expect to see this treasure.
The grandson's moment broke out again.
The guards were very aggrieved and hung their heads, thinking that if they had not gone out to find Zhuo Yifan last night, they would not be scattered and unable to provide care.
"Hmph! You guys are in the yard outside. Each of you will do a thousand... no! Ten thousand push-ups for me! Don't get up until I'm done! Get out of here!" Zhuo Wen saw this group of people.
The day came when he was angry, and he punched the edge of the bed, making a hole in it. He was furious.
He had only been away for a moment and a half before such a big thing happened. His son had not come out from the Blood Prison, and his grandson was his last hope. He was also the hope of the Zhuo family's future! He was the flower of the family, how could a flower be bullied?
So miserable!
Damn Zhuo Wenzhan, do you think I'm so easy to bully? I really think I can't beat you. I see that you are my younger brother, and I have always given way to you, but you are so presumptuous, using the big to bully the small, and bullying me.
grandson!
Zhuo Wentian completely unleashed his anger on Zhuo Wenzhan. I am afraid that a big battle is inevitable this time.
"Grandpa... I'm fine, it's just a little skin injury..." Zhuo Yifan comforted him.
Zhuo Wentian couldn't bear the fact that he was usually ridiculed by others. This brawl directly became the trigger of the war. He knew that the turbulent relationship between the two old men might completely explode because of this incident!
"Skin trauma! ***, skin trauma is not an injury? That old man called so many thugs..."
Zhuo Wentianhu's eyes flashed, as if he realized something, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Of the people who came to beat you this time, it seems that only three or four survived, and they were already disabled. The rest...you also killed them
of?"
Zhuo Yifan smiled lightly and nodded noncommittally. He usually would not kill people, but with his personality of "retaliation, tooth for tooth". If someone offended him, of course he would not let it go!
"Hahaha! Okay! Okay!"
There was a sudden fluctuation in Zhuo Wentian's eyes. He grabbed Zhuo Yifan's hand and checked it, and his angry face suddenly beamed with joy.
"Okay! As expected of me, Zhuo Wentian's grandson, he has perfected the body training so quickly! No wonder those bastards can't beat you, they are blind."
Zhuo Wentian immediately laughed, full of relief and joy, "What a secret! What a secret! This time the Gate of Blood Prison comes, and the little bastard Zhuo Fei is injured, the old bastard Zhuo Wenzhan must be crazy. Hahaha
, Fan'er, this is an opportunity! A huge opportunity! This time, the spot for the Gate of Blood Hell belongs to you!"
Zhuo Wentian doesn't care how Zhuo Yifan has improved in just a few days. He only knows that his grandson has become stronger again! What kind of bullshit soul quality is this? His grandson is a genius.
The genius among them!
"The quota for the Gate of Blood Hell has not yet been agreed upon! Zhuo Wentian... you are thinking too well, right?"
When the grandfather and grandson were laughing, an extremely discordant sound came from the scene.
Boom! A powerful aura shot out from outside the door, all aimed at Zhuo Yifan, as if he was going to kill him with one blow.
snort!
In an instant, Zhuo Wentian sneered, and the vast momentum formed an extremely strong light curtain, blocking the power.
He looked at the middle-aged man with eyebrows connected together and a slightly stout figure, and roared out with anger.
The only person who dared to attack his precious grandson directly upon meeting him was the old bastard Zhuo Wenzhan!
"Zhuo Wenzhan! I'm just going to find you. Damn it, don't you see what you've done to my grandson."
Zhuo Wentian's words happened to anger Zhuo Wenzhan, and he rushed out with an unyielding momentum: "Zhuo Wentian! Why are you so arrogant! Beat my Fei'er like this, kill so many of my people, you
You must give me an explanation! Either you hand over this little bastard, or destroy his cultivation, or let Zhuo Fei inherit the position of head of the family, you choose one!"
"Bah!" Zhuo Wentian stepped forward and almost sprayed him to death with spittle.
"You old bastard, what nonsense! You sent people to kill my precious grandson, why didn't you tell me? I haven't asked you for compensation yet! I'm telling you, I want the position of head of the family! The quota for the Gate of Blood Hell,
I also want!"
He pointed at Zhuo Wenzhan, and the anger he spewed could burn him: "You old bastard, quickly hand over the other half of Baoyu and then get out of here in a ball!"
"You...don't even think about it!"
Zhuo Wenzhan was taken aback and froze: "Zhuo Wentian, you treacherous old man, you are still protecting this little beast! I made a three-part agreement with you. Before Cheng Renli chooses the position of the head of the family,
No one can do anything!"
"Huh? Little beast? Are you calling me an old beast?"
Zhuo Wentian firmly protected Zhuo Yifan behind him: "Zhuo Wenzhan, you are criticizing Sang and Huai! Damn, is there something wrong with your mind? Who is the betrayal? Damn, you have called out so many people to bully my grandson, you are not as good as you.
People get injured and die, who can blame them?"
The two were quarreling, but Zhuo Yifan couldn't get in the way. Seeing the smell of gunpowder getting stronger and stronger, Zhuo Wenzhan rolled his eyes, flashing a somewhat evil expression, brewing a conspiracy in his heart, and his momentum was also
Because of this, it suddenly dropped significantly.
He chuckled, raised his hands to Zhuo Wentian in an almost flattering manner and said:
"Don't bother, don't bother, brother, don't be angry...I am too abrupt. This matter is all a misunderstanding..."
Zhuo Wentian groaned angrily and glanced at this old cunning thing, "What a bullshit misunderstanding! Zhuo Wenzhan, what are you trying to do?"
"Brother, don't be angry, listen to me slowly..."
A gloom appeared on Zhuo Wenzhan's face, as cunning as a fox, "Fei'er's skills are not as good as others, brother, I don't have anything to say. It's just that this time the 'Blood Hell Gate' came too abruptly. Do you think Yifan is him?"
...Do you have the ability to go to the Blood Prison? This is simply a waste of resources..."
"Hmph! This is none of your business! Just hand over the other half of the jade to me!" Zhuo Wentian refused to give in at all.
The gem they were talking about was actually a heaven and earth spirit stone that could strengthen the body. It was originally intended to be used as a tribute to enter the Blood Hell Gate next time in exchange for the right to enter. However, the Zhuo family is now divided into two factions. This spirit stone is also
Was divided into two halves.
Therefore, to enter the Gate of Blood Hell, tribute is very important. If it is only half a spiritual stone, it will not be able to impress the door god at all.
"Baoyu? That's easy to say!"
Zhuo Wenzhan nodded. He took out a half-moon-shaped stone from his arms. It was dotted with stars, spiritual power surged, and obscure and weird lines spread all over the body, making it bright and crystal clear.
This is the spiritual stone that was divided into two pieces. Zhuo Wenzhan kept it on him at all times for fear of being stolen.
"What kind of trick are you playing?"
Zhuo Wentian became suspicious when he saw Zhuo Wenzhan's attitude turning 180 degrees.
"As long as Zhuo Yifan can survive one round under me and go to Blood Prison, then I will naturally have nothing to say."
"Nima, are you kidding me!" Zhuo Wentian suddenly exclaimed.
"Then there's nothing we can do? Oh...what a pity, what a pity..."
Zhuo Wenzhan shrugged his shoulders cunningly. Now Zhuo Fei was injured and could no longer go to the Blood Hell Gate. He expected that Zhuo Wentian would definitely refuse to hand over his grandson. The control was completely in his hands. Seeing that
Seeing Zhuo Wenqian's twitching face, I felt so happy.
The more angry Zhuo Wentian is, the more comfortable he becomes. He is such a person, ruthless in destroying evil.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan suddenly turned over and jumped out of bed. He was only wearing a pair of underwear. His dark skin, well-proportioned figure, and scars on his body added to his charm, exuding a touch of domineering.
"I accept!"
Zhuo Wenzhan was about to leave when a very small, yet extremely shocking voice sounded from behind.
"you accept?"
"How can I not accept the second master's kindness? Yifan is still afraid that the second master will not agree to this bet!"
Zhuo Yifan grinned, and a hint of evil flashed in his dark eyes.
Hearing this, Zhuo Wenzhan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and there was a hint of evil and danger on the old man's face...