It just disappeared for a few seconds, and when he reappeared, in Bai Tong's eyes, the young master's strength had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Between the grandmaster and the general, there is a great grandmaster in between!
Is it so easy to break through the realm now?
Was he wrong, or was the young master concealing his strength before?
Bai Tong looked at Fang Fan in shock, and then at the warriors around him who exuded powerful auras. These people were not surprised at the young master's change.
I couldn't help but have the answer in my heart.
The truth should be as he thought. The young master had been pretending before, but his true strength had actually exceeded that of the general.
"Master, is this your true strength?"
"As expected of King Wu's bloodline!"
Bai Tong sighed after recovering from the shock, but Fang Fan in front of him didn't explain. After all, it couldn't be explained at all. He just smiled slightly and said.
"It's time to go back."
"My Fang family's ancestral home has been silent for long enough."
Then he looked somewhere, which was the direction of the Fang family's ancestral home.
"Yes, Master!"
Bai Tong also reacted suddenly, his expression was excited, and his body that was originally a little rickety seemed to be injected with essence.
Now that the young master's strength has reached the level of a general, and he has so many powerful subordinates, the things that the master left behind no longer need to be left to gather dust in the yard.
"By the way, young master, if... the condition for use of the thing that the adults left behind must be the God of War realm, then your... current cultivation level will be the God of War realm?"
Bai Tong didn't know why he asked this question. When he said it, he regretted it. Even a god couldn't advance to a great realm in one second.
This question should be regarded as nonsense.
But I was suddenly curious in my heart, how the young master would answer, whether to deny it directly or...
"Grandpa Bai, do you think I will hand over the things grandpa left to others?"
Fang Fan just said one sentence, but this sentence set off a storm in Bai Tong's heart. Although he didn't say it explicitly, would the young master give up what King Wu left?
The answer is no.
This means that no matter what the restrictions on the use of that thing are, it cannot stop the young master.
"this......"
"Master, let's go."
Bai Tong suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart for this young master who suddenly appeared. It was the fear of the unknown. He didn't know who the young master in front of him was, what he had experienced, and what incredible trump cards he had.
But fear quickly turned into excitement. No matter how mysterious the young master is, as long as he is the blood of King Wu, the more mysterious he is, the more likely he is to avenge King Wu.
The group of people left and returned to Wuwu Hall, no, it should be said that they left the original Wuwu Hall. After all, after Fang Fan took action, there was no Huiwu in Shanhai City.
On the way, Fang Fan once asked Bai Tong about the things his grandfather left behind. Bai Tong was very insistent and didn't say anything at all. He just said it and he would know.
Simply, Fang Fan no longer forced himself.
Soon, the group of people arrived in front of the compound. This compound, which had experienced decades of ups and downs, showed no sign of decline.
"Master, please wait for me first."
Bai Tong first went back to the shop, and then found the key to the compound among the secret compartments.
The wall of the courtyard is not high, and any warrior can easily climb over the wall and enter, but there is no difference between those who climb over the wall and those thieves and robbers.
As long as you hold the key and enter through the front door, it means that the owner of the compound is back!
Bai Tong handed the key to Fang Fan respectfully, and Fang Fan opened the courtyard door, feeling a sense of silence and desolation.
A yard that has been unoccupied for decades can be said to be an abandoned house.
There was nothing complicated inside, it was just like an ordinary yard that had been uninhabited for a long time, with weeds taller than one person and just as shabby.
Even the house left by King Wu cannot withstand the passage of time.
Looking at everything unfamiliar in front of him, Fang Fan seemed to see traces of time, including the busy figure of his grandfather, and a kind of peace that belonged to home.
"Grandpa, I'm back..."
At Fang Fan's signal, the courtyard was quickly cleaned.
"This is it..."
Bai Tong had tears in his eyes. He didn't know how much time had passed since he entered the courtyard from the main entrance. He remembered that the last time was probably the last time.
He had hid in other places and looked at the compound many times, but he did not dare to come in, even if it was just to weed and clean up the garbage.
Now that he is here, under the leadership of the young master, he firmly believes that the young master can restore the glory of the compound.
In the midst of emotion, Bai Tong moved his body, a white light flashed, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
The dagger revealed a cold glow.
"Be bold!"
"court death!"
When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but yell angrily and subconsciously wanted to take action, but Fang Fan didn't care and stopped many of his men.
He believed that Bai Tong would not hurt him.
There must be a reason for Bai Tong to do this.
"I offended the young master."
Bai Tong said apologetically, a cold light flashed, and the dagger in his hand cut towards Fang Fan's palm. This step was necessary.
Only in this way can we finally determine whether the young master in front of us is really the blood of King Wu.
"boom!"
The expected scene of blood splattering did not happen. Not only Fang Fan, but also Bai Tong was a little embarrassed. The serious atmosphere he had finally created was broken.
Not to mention blood, there were no white marks on Fang Fan's palms.
"Young... Young Master... it's up to you to do it."
Bai Tong was a little ashamed. He had forgotten that now that the young master was a strong man at the level of a general, how could he cut his body with a dagger?
"good!"
Fang Fan did not take the dagger. His current state was due to the integration of the king-level indestructible body talent again, so even for him, an ordinary dagger could not hurt him at all.
Under Fang Fan's irresistible request, a man walked out from behind, and then carefully cut a wound about the size of a hair on Fang Fan's palm.
"Master, is it okay?"
The person who took action felt uneasy, he deserved to die!
Now he actually took the initiative to hurt his master. How could he forgive himself? This was simply unforgivable.
"What did you say?"
Fang Fan looked at a wound that was similar to his own pores, and couldn't help but twitch on his face. It would be a headache for his subordinates to be too loyal.
But no matter what Fang Fan said next, everyone behind him did not dare to take action. Fang Fan had no choice but to take action himself.
Biting his finger with effort, drops of bright red blood with golden spots began to flow out.
"Master, don't waste it."
"Press your finger here quickly."
Bai Tong pointed to a stone table in the center of the compound and said.
Fang Fan did not doubt that he was there, and pressed his bloody fingers on the stone table, waiting for the next change.
He even somewhat expected that what his grandfather left behind would be so mysterious.
