Beitang Haotian thought that everyone might be seriously injured in the Poseidon Treasure, but he never thought that it would be his disciple Ye Huang, let alone that he would be like this.=Ding=Point=Novel=
Looking at Ye Huang, who was still alive and dead with blood foaming from his mouth, Beitang Haotian thought a lot in an instant.
I thought of the child who looked at me with stubborn and unyielding eyes for the first time, the little beggar walking on the streets of Chongqing, a child who did not bow to fate but was helpless.
"Little guy, what's your name?"
"Why should I tell you, uncle, who are you? Do you want to kidnap me?"
"Haha, do you think I look like a bad person?"
"Not a good person anyway!"
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Beitang Haotian was speechless for a while.
"Little guy, as long as you tell me your name, this will be yours."
Shaking the white-faced steamed bun in his hand, Beitang Haotian said again.
"Grandpa Beggar said that a person must be proud and not be able to accept the food that comes from complaining."
Licking his lips, with a pair of smart eyes flashing, the little guy's eyes were filled with infinite longing for the white mask, but in the end he did not reach out.
"Who is Grandpa Beggar?"
"Grandpa Beggar is my grandfather, the person I am closest to."
Speaking of Grandpa Beggar, the little guy's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Then can you take me to meet him?"
"not good?"
"Why?"
"Grandpa Beggar is sick, and I can't let you disturb his practice."
Wiping away tears, the little guy stubbornly refused.
Finally, the two of them went to meet the beggar grandfather. In the deep and dark alley, an abandoned tin trash can was the home of the old and the young.
There Beitang Haotian saw the beggar grandfather in Ye Huang's mouth for the first time, his dearest and dearest person.
The old man, who was as skinny as a stick, with sunken eyes, and was already blind, lay like this among a pile of picked-up cotton clothes, next to thick dirty blood that he had coughed up.
When he saw the other person for the first time, Beitang Haotian knew that the old man only had his last breath left, and he was hanging forcibly because some of his wishes were not fulfilled.
"I don't know who you are, but since you're here, I believe you're here for Little Ye Zi. I have nothing else to ask for, I just ask you to keep him alive. As long as he lives, that's fine. Thank you!"
His bony hands held Beitang Haotian tightly, and he died before he could nod in agreement after saying this last sentence.
At that time, Ye Huang was crying so hard that if he hadn't used his true energy to heal him, he would have been blinded by tears.
"Live, as long as you live!"
Beitang Haotian read the old beggar's last words in his mouth, with tears in his eyes.
Over the years, he has not done this well at all. Every time Ye Huang was on the edge of death, he came back alive every time.
But this time, he really felt the rapid loss of vitality in Ye Huang.
Next to him, Zhao Danqing's eyes were also red, but he was holding back tears, "Bai Yi, what's going on!?"
"Ye Huang met Ye Langya. He stimulated his whole body's potential and eventually killed him, but he became what he is now. Mr. Ye, come here and take a look, Ye Huang..."
Replied to Zhao Danqing, Baiyi saw Ye Chaoyao coming and said repeatedly.
"I understand." Ye Chaoyang's face was tense and his brows were furrowed. He stepped forward and pinched Ye Huang's wrist. Haoran's true energy penetrated directly into Ye Huang's body.
"All the eight extraordinary meridians were damaged, and the Dantian Qi sea was completely destroyed. Only the heart meridians were intact. The injury was even more severe than my original injury."
With a cold face, Ye Chaoyang made a conclusion on Ye Huang's injury.
"How could this happen? Why is this child so hard to think about?"
Beitang Haotian felt extremely regretful. He should not have agreed to Ye Huang going out to save people alone.
"This is already the best result. I know Ye Langya's strength best. I'm afraid you guys will be hated if we meet him. It's a miracle that Huang Er can survive."
"I didn't expect that Ye Langya was not dead!"
At this moment, Ye Dynasty was also filled with regret. He originally thought that the latter would definitely die, but he survived and almost killed his grandson.
"The third level of Xiantian killed the existence of Tongxuan Realm. This kid is indeed defying the heavens, but it's a pity that now he is..."
Behind him, Kessel's master and Michelangelo were guarding the others behind them, their words full of regret.
The two of them had long seen that Emperor Ye was superior to the ancient martial arts. If he had not suffered this disaster, it would not be impossible to break through Tongxuan.
Now it has come to an abrupt end.
"Your Majesty, wake up."
Next to him, Ye Zhiqiu endured the grief in his heart and stepped forward with trembling hands to shake it gently.
"You can't wake up. Your Majesty lost too much blood and has fallen into a state of suspended animation."
"Fake death? Grandpa Ye, will Ye Huang be okay? You are in the realm of Tongxuan, save him?" Beitang Xue, who has always been not good at expressing his emotions in words, can no longer be reserved. Ye Huang is always here
He was arrogant and strong in front of him. He had never seen the other party look like this.
His whole body was like a puddle of mud, with his limbs drooping. If it weren't for the weak heartbeat that conveyed to people that he was still alive, no one would have thought that the pale-faced Ye Huang still had vitality.
"I can't save him either. Now all his eight meridians are damaged. Even if I pour my true energy into it, it will all be lost. Now he can only rely on himself, and external objects can basically have no effect."
Shaking his head, Ye Chaoyang wanted to save his grandson, but there was nothing he could do.
"But now that he is injured like this, how can he heal on his own? If this continues, he will... he will die... Wuwu..." Covering her mouth, Beitangxue threw herself into her father's arms and began to cry.
Beitang Xue's words are also what worries everyone. Now that Ye Huang is like this, it is more difficult to heal on his own than to reach the sky, but external objects really can't have any effect.
"Mr. Ye, is there really nothing that can be done about the emperor's injury?"
Beitang Haotian held back his tears, pursed his lips and turned around to ask.
Among them all, he has lived the longest and is also the strongest. If he makes a conclusion, it will be equivalent to a sentence.
"There is nothing we can do now, unless we get the Earth Fire Spirit. This thing can even heal hidden wounds in the Xuan Realm. But if we get the Earth Fire Spirit..."
As he spoke, Ye Chaoyang glanced at Michelangelo.
The spirit of earth fire is related to the continued existence of the ancestral tomb of the Atlantis family, and I am afraid that the other party will not agree.
"Old guy, don't look at me. Things about Atlantis must be decided by the patriarch."
Pointing at Mislow, Michelangelo said.
"Uncle Mislow, please save Emperor Ye, please."
Beitang Xue and Duanmu Yinzhu knelt down at the same time and begged.
"You don't have to do this. If possible, I won't let it go." He quickly lifted the two of them and looked at Michelangelo.
"Ancestor, can I really make a decision on this matter?"
"Of course! The living are always more important than the dead. This burial place has appeared in the world after thousands of years. Even if no one gets the spirit of earth and fire today, someone will still find a way to get in later."
"In this case, if we don't destroy everything directly, it may not be a good thing for our ancestors to be able to sleep forever."
"You have made your decision. However, this earth fire spirit may not be able to completely repair Ye Huang's injuries. Old Ye also knows this."
