Soon after, the crane returned, one of its wings broken, its body scarred, and its white feathers turned completely red.

Another month passed, the wounds on the old man's body had healed, and the scars on the white crane's body had also healed, the roots of the wings were glowing, the wounds were slowly healing, and the wings could finally grow again, but it just depended on time.

On the sacred mountain, in that palace, the old man asked the lion king, "Lion King, will the Lei general go to find the trouble of your clan?"

"I don't have a race, I was born only myself, but there is a mountain, and the beasts on it have nothing to do with me. "The lion king waved his hand very blatantly.

"Lei Jiang's strength is really not to be underestimated, if it weren't for Brother Lion being invited out by Lei Jiang, this time it would be dangerous. Kwon laughed, but there was some exclamation in his words.

Dust Lao and the guy stayed here for a while, and then left in a hurry, Quan Sheng wanted to stay, but the old dust had already made up his mind, and said that the Ye clan's clan would be in full bloom, and he had to take the little guy back.

In the end, Quan Sheng was helpless, and he didn't keep them, but he didn't let them go back by the main road, but he opened a space magic circle, and Chen Lao entered the coordinates and teleported them directly to the ancestral land of Ye Mansion.

Before leaving, the little guy waved goodbye: "Master, you are coming during the clan meeting, let you see how I won." And Uncle Lion King, you have to come too, and I will brush your hair again. ”

The lion king's head was full of black lines, and before it could speak, with a flash of light, the little guy and the others had already left here.

Absolute silence, no time passing, no light and shadow emerging, in a dark void, exceptionally silent.

As if in a hurry, there is a strange journey that is over, and people feel the flow of time.

The void cracked, and the old man stepped out, followed by the white crane with broken wings, and followed the little guy out.

Or the ancestral land of Yefu, this vast small world, the white crane let out a long roar, it broke one of its wings, jumped up, and hung on a big tree.

The old man's eyes were deep, he couldn't see his expression clearly, his white hair was scattered, fluttering in the wind, and he still sat cross-legged on the bluestone.

"There is only less than a month left before the clan meeting, and you are already refining the eightfold body, so don't improve the realm again. The old man admonished with a serious face.

The little one nodded heavily.

"Go back, King Ye is crazy looking for you. Elder Dust sighed.

Then, the little guy said goodbye to the old man, and walked directly towards the main hall, on the way he met many people, some of whom were indifferent to him, some were pitiful, and some of them had to mock him in his ear.

He smiled disapprehantly, his smile was very bitter, when Ye Hongming was there, although no one contacted him directly, no one dared to be so blunt and ridiculed.

"Oh, little master, you're not dead yet, King Ye is going crazy looking for you. ”

When he passed by a garden, a servant was sitting on a rattan chair, crossing Erlang's legs, humming and chirping, and when he saw Ye Tian coming, he said with a big prick that no matter how he looked at it, he had no respect, with a joke.

"Where's my grandfather?" asked the little one, staring at him indifferently.

"The main hall. The servant snorted from his nose, facing the little master, he didn't get up from beginning to end, lacking respect.

The little guy clenched his fists, and in the face of this guy who was eating inside and out, he wanted to beat him up, but he still held back and turned away.

In the main hall, Ye Zhongtian sat on the throne, his face was slightly tired, his hair that was as black as ink in the past had a little white hair, many things had happened recently, his back was bent, the second son suddenly disappeared, and the child he left behind had disappeared for two months, he was very worried.

"Grandpa, I'm back. The little fellow pushed open the door of the main hall, stepped in, and shouted.

Ye Zhongtian stood up with a sigh, the nervous look on his face was a lot less, he let out a long breath, and said, "Where have you been." ”

"Elder Chen took me to the Hundred Beast Mountain Range. The little guy scratched his head: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you in advance, I made you worried." ”

After hearing this, Ye Zhongtian softened on the throne, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered, "It's okay...... It's okay. ”

"Grandpa, don't worry, at the clan meeting, I will definitely defeat Ye Yunhong. When Ye Tian looked at Ye Zhongtian, who was extremely tired, he felt a little distressed in his heart.

After a long time, Ye Zhongtian never spoke, the little guy was stunned, and heard a snoring sound on the throne, he gritted his teeth, took a piece of clothing, covered it with Ye Zhongtian, and then left here.

He walked out of the Ye Mansion and stood on the street, looking around cautiously from time to time, and after a while, the little guy actually shed tears, only to realize that the man who restrained him was no longer there......

There are a lot of people on the street in front of Yefu, and most of them are from other regions, because the hundred-year-old clan competition in Yefu has officially kicked off, looking for the next Ye King.

The so-called clan meeting is to let the younger generation of the Ye family face off again, to see who can stand out, and the person who wins in the end will become the candidate for King Ye.

Although many clan elders in the clan are already optimistic about Ye Yunhong becoming a candidate for King Ye, the premise is that his reputation must be very high, and Ye Long's various behaviors recently have made his child's reputation reach a low point.

In the prosperous era of Yefu once in a hundred years, many people came, many strong people were invited, and there was no shortage of people from other ancient countries.

I heard that the people of the Hong family are also here.

The streets are still bustling, with many monks coming and going, shouting and selling, monks' daily necessities, and ordinary people selling food.

The little guy took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, the corners of his mouth rose, his hands were in his pockets, and the momentum of a little demon king reappeared, and he walked on the road very freely.

"Rock sugar gourd, a foreign country from a 10,000-year-old fruit tree, and it's not sweet and doesn't need money. ”

"Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, a divine donkey that has become a spirit, it is difficult to find in the world, it can extend its lifespan, replenish yin and aphrodisiac, just out of the pot, and the thief is fragrant. ”

The streets are full of people, busy with traffic, and the sounds of buying and selling come and go, which is very lively.

The little guy walked into the donkey meat restaurant, grinned, and shouted: "Boss, two pots of donkey meat, starve to death." ”

"Are you rich?" the boss squinted at him, obviously he knew this young master of the Ye family.

"Just kidding, King Ye is my grandfather, don't I even have the money to eat donkey meat?" cried the little guy.

The boss gave him a blank look and brought a pot of donkey meat, and the little guy stared at the steaming meat and swallowed.

After a while, he ate all the meat in the pot, patted his little belly, comfortably held a toothpick, walked to the boss's side, and said, "You are not a donkey, this is at most a donkey who died of illness, so I won't give money." ”

The boss was speechless, did anyone really believe that this was Chengjing's donkey? Then he smiled and said: "Give the money, and settle the money in a slippery way." ”

"If I don't give it, what if I get sick from eating!. The little one's big eyes rolled and he stared at the other pot on the stove.

"Oh, you boy. The boss grinned, obviously not taking it seriously, and had no intention of asking for money.

The little guy looked around, then lifted his toes, and quickly took down the pot on the stove, and ran away without looking back: "Boss, I am on credit." ”

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" the little guy ran out into the street very quickly with a pot in his hand, shouting to remind the people in front of him.

"Whose kid is this?" said a man on the way, frowning.

"King Ye's grandson. The companion snorted and apologized.

The man's brow furrowed slightly, and he didn't say anything more.

The little guy made a turn, because he was very fast, and he didn't stop in time, causing the pot to be thrown out when he turned.

The pot flew out, and the fat, soup, and donkey meat in it were all poured on the body of a young girl, and she suddenly screamed, and her face was frightened.

This girl is about eleven or twelve years old, with a slender body, hair and shawl, skin as white as mutton fat jade, a kind of crystal luster, melon seed face, long eyelashes, crystal clear eyes, bright red lips, white teeth like pearls, and a small waist that Yingying holds in a hand, which looks particularly outstanding.

She was very young, but taller than the average woman of eighteen or nineteen, with full breasts, slender thighs, and a white dress stained with oil.

The little guy was a little overwhelmed, looked at her crampedly, and then was attracted by her beauty, a pair of bright eyes, first stared at her steps, and then couldn't help but glance down.

"Iniquity. The little guy covered his eyes.