In April, the chill has not faded, and the wind around is whistling with a hint of sadness, and there is a slight pain in the face. With Ye Fan's skills, he naturally didn't care about the cold wind, and led the way in front in silence. It's just that the young disciples behind him who are poor in martial arts can't help such a ghost weather, although they don't dare to say anything in front of Ye Fan, they can't help but complain secretly in their hearts.

However, compared to those young disciples, the children who were mixed between the disciples seemed even more wolfy.

Those who have better conditions at home have to wear cotton clothes and walk in the center of the crowd, and the periphery is full of young people and girls in sackcloth, only their lips are purple from the cold, and their bodies are trembling incessantly.

Most of these boys were seven or eight years old, and the oldest ones were only ten or eleven years old, except for in the very center stood a boy who was noticeably taller than the others, with a proud and high-spirited face, who had reached the age of twelve. These boys are the preparatory boys selected by Qingquanfeng every three years. If it is a person with good qualifications, it will be accepted into the peak to learn the superior immortal martial arts. If the qualifications are not enough, you can stay on the peak as a handyman boy and have no worries for a lifetime.

In recent years, Nanyang City and even the entire Tianwu Kingdom have fallen into a crisis of drought, and many towns have been dilapidated. What's more, as long as the children of some rich and noble families pay enough money and their roots are not too bad, they can become disciples of the inner hall of Qingquan Peak, become martial arts masters and even cultivate immortals, which is even more noble and infinite.

Most of the disciples escorted along the road were around fifteen years old, and they were all the first batch of elites in the inner hall, and their own families were rich and noble, and they were used to being pampered on the peak. Along the way, he vented his grievances on the children of ordinary families on the periphery. It's still good to scold, and if you don't like it, you can't help but kick it twice.

Ye Fan happened to be seventeen years old this year, and he was the most proud disciple of the Qingquan Peak Peak Lord. He is not quite the same as other young disciples, he has been learning martial arts in Qingquan Peak almost since he was born, and he has always been a peak master apprentice, he has never lacked money on his side, he has a cold face, and he only thinks about the martial arts of Tongtian, and he doesn't bother to collect the money delivered by those boys' families at all. He is the captain, and there are naturally many people who stutter up, but they are all gray, which makes other young disciples cheaper. As for the other disciples venting their anger at the boy, Ye Fan didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, these boys need to be examined after entering the mountain gate, and there can't be too obvious scars on their bodies, and those disciples naturally know how to handle the strength, so he doesn't bother to turn back.

The progress of the whole team was extremely slow by the boys. Originally, the progress of collecting children in Nanyang City had been slowed down, Ye Fan was in a hurry to return to the peak, and he was not willing to wait until tomorrow, so the group rushed overnight.

The night wind was cold and howling, and Ye Fan walked at the front of the team, squinting in the direction of the Big Dipper.

But the sky was gloomy, although the wind was urgent, the clouds were thicker, and the layers of starlight did not even leak a bit, let alone find the direction of the Big Dipper. Ye Fan's face was gloomy, and a trace of anxiety couldn't help but rise in his heart. Uncertainty, this is a taboo for warriors and monks. Ye Fan's brows furrowed even tighter, and he waved his sleeves violently, and was about to order the team to speed up, but something black suddenly rushed out next to him-

"Help, save me, take me away, take me away!"

Ye Fan took a step back vigilantly, the sword was already in his hand, but he suddenly heard the black thing speak human. Listening to the sound, it is delicate and delicate, like a cotton rice cake, and people really like it when they hear it. Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, cautiously and slowly drew his sword, and pointed at the mass of things.

The ball also moved cautiously, and slowly raised its head, it turned out to be a young man who was so thin that people couldn't tell his age, or should I say it was a toddler. The boy's body was shaking in the cold wind, his face was covered with mud, his long hair was also filthy, and the coils were buttoned into a big lump, sticky and drooping behind him. The clothes had been so muddy that he couldn't see the original color, and the boy's face was full of mud, and he couldn't even see the shape of his face clearly, but his eyes were bright and square.

As soon as the young man raised his head like this, Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned.

In the eyes of that young man, Ye Fan actually saw the reflection of the Big Dipper.

The color of his eyes was very light, with a little gold like water waves, which was clearer than any stream Ye Fan had ever seen. It is deep and secluded, with a little starlight, and when you look into it, it is as if you are covered with a clear spiritual power, which makes people feel comfortable.

Ye Fan's eyebrows were raised again, staring at the child's eyes, and the illusion of drowning in those eyes actually rose.

"Senior Brother—Senior Brother?"

Behind him, a young disciple whispered.

Being called like this, Ye Fan came back to his senses from the young child's eyes. He didn't turn around at the moment, but just asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Senior brother, those boys in the back are so cold that they can't stand it. Do you see if we're—"

The young disciple who had the courage to speak was called Zhang Wu, and he was also a leader in this group of young disciples who went out. He couldn't understand why Senior Brother Ye suddenly became interested in a dirty poor boy, and at the same time, he took the money from those rich boys. Thinking that he had received money from others, he should do something to at least make those boys suffer less.

Ye Fan has been practicing martial arts with Qingquan Peak Lord Qinghe Zhenren, and he is young and old, and his disciples of the younger generation are afraid of him. Zhang Wu is also a little famous among the outer disciples, and all the disciples along the way recommended him to contact Ye Fan to give advice, and this time it was naturally Zhang Wuqiang who came out.

Zhang Wu didn't dare to say it to death, only mentioned half a sentence, and carefully bent down to see Ye Fan's reaction.

"Take me along, take me along. I'll do anything. ”

The night wind was cold, the young baby was thinly dressed, and the thin body couldn't stop shivering in the wind. But while he was shaking, he also reached out to grab the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.

Ye Fan frowned imperceptibly, but his body did not move.

But the young man's hand didn't touch the corner of Ye Fan's clothes. The skinny little hands trembled and stretched out, and before the fingertips touched Ye Fan's clothes, the slender body had already fallen.

Zhang Wu crossed over from the side and kicked the boy into the mud.

"You little beggar, just you, want to touch the clothes of the elder brother? Phew! ”

The young man held his head, whimpering and trying to avoid Zhang Wu's constant falling kicks, but he shrank in front of Ye Fan and refused to leave.

"Don't get out of here!"