Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"Your father Chu Xiong..."

Xiao Lin was a little confused, and recalled the middle-aged man who stole Yan Bing Leiguiyan by himself in order to treat his daughter.

"My father was killed..."

"Didn't I settle you all at Tang's house in Xizhou?"

Xiao Lin frowned and said, "Could it be that Hero Tang drove you out?"

"No, Father Tang welcomes us very much, and everyone in the Tang family treats us like writers."

Chu Yan cried for a long time before stopping her tears, and choked up and said, "But my father has a strong nature and doesn't like being under the fence, so he took me to bid farewell to Mr. Tang, and wanted to come to Nanzhou to join a relative here."

"But when we first came here, we had a dispute with the people of the Sun Moon God Society."

"Those bad guys coveted the entanglement given to us by Father Tang, so they killed my father and robbed us of all the entanglement."

Chu Yan wiped her tears and looked at Xiao Lin with an imploring look: "Benefactor, do you have any money?"

"I don't have anything to think about now, I just want to bury my father and let him go into the soil for peace..."

Xiao Lin glanced at the wooden box behind Chu Yan, and couldn't help sighing slightly.

The sun in Nanzhou is so venomous, and after so long, I am afraid that Chu Xiong's body is completely rotten.

"Sky shield."

Tiandun hurried forward: "Master."

"This is my friend, you can help me with his funeral. You don't need to be a sensation, just let him go into the soil for peace."

"Master, don't worry, wrap it on my body."

Tiandun nodded, immediately picked up the wooden box, turned and walked away.

"Chu Yan, don't worry, I will take care of your father's funeral."

Chu Yan nodded, and took out a soft cloth bag from her arms: "Benefactor, this is for you!"

"What is this?" Xiao Lin asked puzzledly.

"This is a sword uploaded by our ancestor of the Chu family. It has always been regarded as a treasure by my father and carried with him."

Chu Yan said seriously: "I originally wanted to sell this sword in exchange for my father's funeral money. Now since your benefactor has helped me, I should give you this sword!"

"With a small effort, no thanks."

Xiao Lin waved his hand disapprovingly: "Besides, this is the heirloom your father left for you, so you should keep it safe by yourself."

"No, benefactor, please accept it!"

Chu Yan shook her head stubbornly, "Otherwise, I don't want my benefactor to help me, and I will think of a solution myself!"

Xiao Lin had no choice but to take it over, opened the cloth bag and looked intently, and couldn't help being surprised.

The sword in this cloth bag was not as radiant and dazzling as Xiao Lin imagined.

On the contrary, it was just an ordinary iron sword, rusty and full of dents, and the blade was still broken, only the lower half.

However, with such a broken sword, its body seemed to contain endless majestic power, which made Xiao Lin a little unstable even holding it.

"Yan'er, has your father told you what is the name of this sword? Where did you get it?"

Chu Yan shook her head: "This sword was passed from my grandfather to my father. I don't know the specific name and origin of this sword."

"Benefactor, although this sword is not valuable, it is part of my heart. Please don't dislike it..."

"How can I dislike it, I like it so much."

Immediately, Xiao Lin was going to take her to eat something.

Chu Yan was thinner than the other children because of malnutrition. At this time, her face was even thinner and she didn't know how long she had been hungry.

The fate of a person is determined by the number of days, and it is already doomed.

However, as Chu Yan lost her mother since childhood, lost her father when she was young, and had such ill-fated fate since childhood, Xiao Lin couldn't help but question whether God was too unfair.

Xiao Lin brought Chu Yan to the exit of the bazaar, but a large group of people came to face him, more than twenty sizes, all wearing clothes with the emblem of the Sun Moon God Association.

The leader was a young man who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was as strong as a calf. He wore a satin robe studded with precious stones. He knew he was a rich disciple.

And next to the young man, it was the mustache shopkeeper who had just been cleaned up by Tiandun in the forge!

"Master Lan, this is the kid!"

The mustache shopkeeper pointed to Xiao Lin, and said sharply: "It was just now that he and a woman came to our store to make trouble, to interrupt our store's treasure, to cast down the devil!"

The young man looked at Xiao Lin up and down, and couldn't help but sneered, "Is this skinny monkey able to interrupt our magical pestle?"

"Boy, could it be that your woman is very powerful, and you are just a follower who eats soft food behind his ass?"

Xiao Lin asked blankly, "Who are you?"

"You little white face who eats soft rice is not qualified to know!"

The young man waved his hand suddenly and said coldly: "Hit me!"

Immediately behind them, two disciples rushed forward, offering Magical Item to attack Xiao Lin Magical Item.

These disciples are generally around the tenth emperor rank, and this young man is slightly stronger, reaching the fiftieth emperor rank.

Although Xiao Lin cannot use Spirit Power now, it is still easy to deal with these shrimp soldiers and crabs.

Faced with the two men rushing forward aggressively, Xiao Lin didn't change his face, and directly faced "Boom" and "Boom" with two punches, smashing the bridge of their noses.

Chu Yan suddenly exclaimed, her face turned pale: "Benefactor, they are bad guys!"

"It's these bad guys who killed my father!"

Xiao Lin frowned slightly and turned to look at the young man again.

The young man was a little confused, thinking for a long time before suddenly reacting.

"Are you that little girl a few days ago?"

"Hahahaha, little girl, your father has been slaughtered by my Master like a dog, don't you still want revenge?"

Chu Yan clenched her small fist, her whole body trembling violently with anger.

There was a cold murderous look on Xiao Lin's face, and he asked faintly: "Yan'er, on the day your father was killed, these people were there, weren't they?"

"Yes!" Chu Yan nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, I will kill them for you today, and avenge your father first!"

The young man couldn't help but sneered, "Vengeance, are you capable of this?"

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a breeze passing by, causing cold sweat to drip down his forehead involuntarily.

He looked back and saw that dozens of disciples accompanying him, including the mustache shopkeeper, all collapsed in a pool of blood at this time, with a hideous blood stain on his neck.

"Don't look, they are all dead."

Feeling the chills coming from his neck, the young man turned his head stiffly.

It was Xiao Lin who held the broken sword in his hand and placed it on his neck.

"Obviously, I have this ability."

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