After 20 Years Of Silence, The Clone Is Now Invincible

On the second day, at the gate of the mansion.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you leave?" Yan Bufan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The family stopped at the gate.

"Wait for your uncle, your mother and I have made an appointment with him to go to Sacred Land together." Yan Jingxuan touched Yan Bufan's head and smiled.

Yan Bufan immediately understood, and a very arrogant and arrogant little face appeared in his mind.

This guy, like him, is also very poor in talent. Not only does he not have a companion flame, he also did not get a fire seed when he was three and seven years old.

This person is called Yan Feiyun, and he is Yan Feiyu's younger brother.

Yes!

It is the Yan Feiyu who was born with the Seventh Grade companion flame and has great talent.

Although the two are brothers, their talents are very different, one is a prodigy and the other is a waste.

This wait lasted for twenty minutes.

Just when Yan Bufan wanted to persuade his parents not to wait, two familiar figures appeared in his sight.

It was his uncle Yan Hao and his cousin Yan Feiyun.

"Jingxuan has kept you waiting for a long time. Suddenly, there is something important that needs to be dealt with immediately, so I was delayed for a while." Yan Hao walked over quickly and said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yan Jingxuan waved his hand hurriedly.

"Hello, uncle." Although Yan Bufan was reluctant in his heart, he still called respectfully out of politeness.

Yan Hao nodded expressionlessly.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, cousin Feiyun." Yan Bufan looked at Yan Feiyun again.

Yan Feiyun curled his lips, turned his head to the side, and didn't want to pay any attention to Yan Bufan.

He looked down on the Yanmu family from the bottom of his heart. Not only did they not have a Conferred King, but the only heir was a waste, which was really funny.

Yan Bufan couldn't help but laugh when he saw Yan Hao and his son being so cold to him.

This is reality.

If you don't have strength, who will look at you straight in the eye.

At this moment, Yan Bufan felt a warm big hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw a smiling face full of care.

"Mom, I'm fine." Yan Bufan shook his head.

Of course he is fine.

And he is fine.

Yan Hao and his son look down on him, but how could he look up to these people?

From birth to now, he has never admitted that he is a waste.

It is just some people with ulterior motives who spread rumors.

The funny thing is that everyone who heard the rumors believed it.

"Let's set off quickly." Yan Hao said.

"Okay." Yan Jingxuan nodded.

Then, the two families went together to Sacred Land.

The Sacred Land of the Qingyan lineage is located in the southwest area of ​​Qingyan City and is called "Sanqing".

The Sanqing Sacred Land is mainly composed of three mountains.

The names of these three mountains are: Qingyan Mountain, Qingyuan Mountain, and Qingshen Mountain.

Each mountain has its own unique wonders and is full of magic.

Qingyan Mountain!

The destination of Yan Bufan and others this time.

A flame mountain completely covered by flames.

The fire gifting ceremony is held here.

Qingyan Mountain has been closed for a long time and will only be opened at a specific time.

The entrance at the foot of Qingyan Mountain.

Yan Bufan and others were stopped.

The person who blocked the road was a beautiful woman in red clothes, and her gestures were full of dominance.

Yan Bufan looked around.

At this time, many people had gathered at the entrance, most of them were parents who followed their children.

"Greetings, Lord Feng Qing." Yan Hao shouted respectfully.

"Greetings, Lord Feng Qing." Upon hearing this, Yan Jingxuan and his wife hurriedly followed suit.

Yan Bufan and Yan Feiyun also bowed slightly.

Feng Qing nodded and said expressionlessly: "Since this is the third time, I won't say much about the rules."

Yan Hao said respectfully: "Yes."

Feng Qing waved his hand, and a guard immediately came up behind him and led Yan Bufan and Yan Feiyun up the mountain.

Yan Hao and others stayed.

"Son, you can do it." Bai Yan encouraged.

Yan Bufan turned back and smiled slightly.

Afterwards, Yan Bufan and Yan Feiyun followed the guards up the mountain.

After walking for an unknown period of time, Yan Bufan and others finally arrived at the gathering point, a vast and ancient square.

At this moment, many people have gathered in the square, most of whom are Qingyan children who come to get the fire.

In addition, there are some guards to maintain order.

"You take a rest, and someone will notify you to go to the altar later." The guard said expressionlessly.

"Understood, sir." Yan Feiyun said respectfully.

The guard nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Yan Bufan glanced around, sat down anywhere, closed his eyes, and waited for notification.

Yan Feiyun glanced at Yan Bufan, and without saying anything, he also sat down cross-legged.

"Yan Lingling."

"Yan Longfei."

"Yan Nantian."

...

Every once in a while, an old voice would appear in Yan Bufan's heart.

He understood that those whose names were called could go to the altar and try to get the fire.

Time passed quickly.

During this period, some people went up the mountain, some went down the mountain, some were overjoyed, and some were in tears.

...

" Yan Bufan."

"Yan Feiyun."

The old voice appeared again.

This time, Yan Bufan was not indifferent.

He opened his eyes and stood up quickly.

Yan Feiyun on the side did the same.

The two left the place and went to the altar.

...

In the same corner of the square, there was a group of boys and girls sitting cross-legged.

The Qingyan disciples who passed by all had fear in their eyes.

Unlike other Qingyan disciples who came to get the fire.

These boys and girls all had a strong aura and good cultivation.

Obviously, they are not trash.

On the contrary, they are a group of proud children, the future pillars of the Qingyan lineage.

When Yan Bufan heard his name, the name Yan Bufan also rang in the hearts of these boys and girls.

One of the girls slowly opened her eyes.

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features, snow-white skin, and full of Spirit Qi in her every move.

"Lingxin, what's wrong with you?" In front of the group of boys and girls, a middle-aged man stood. He noticed the girl's abnormality and couldn't help but ask with concern.

...

PS: The corresponding realm of the flame clone.

Ninth Grade initial flame corresponds to King Realm, the weakest Conferred King, the strongest invincible Heavenly King (can fight Semi-Saint).

Ninth Grade intermediate flame corresponds to Saint Realm, the weakest Saint, the strongest invincible Supreme (can fight Quasi-Emperor).

Ninth Grade high-level flame corresponds to Emperor Realm, the weakest Emperor Monarch, the strongest invincible Heavenly Emperor (can fight Demigod).

Divine Level flame corresponds to God Realm.

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