"Lin Fan, are your words too harsh?" Qingluan frowned, feeling that what Lin Fan just said was too harsh.

Lin Fan smiled and said: "No, if he can't even bear such words, then he is not my brother."

Chen Xuandong and Li Guang looked at each other and smiled.

Lin Fan and the four of them were waiting outside the door without saying a word. About five minutes later, the door opened and a handsome young man in a brocade robe and a purple-gold crown came out.

Except for Lin Fan, Qingluan and the other three looked at the handsome figure walking out in disbelief. Is this Wu Jian's true appearance?

He is really a dragon and a phoenix among men, and he is unparalleled in handsomeness.

"Hold the grass! He's so handsome. If I were a girl, I'd want to fall in love with him." Li Guang laughed.

Chen Xuandong also smiled. Since Wu Jian was dressed like this, it meant that he had stepped out of the past and faced everything bravely.

Thinking about the robe he wore in the past that turned white after washing, and the pair of straw sandals, I really can't imagine how many injuries he must have had to be like that.

"My name is Ping Shan Hai. My father gave me the name, hoping that I can break through mountains and seas." The figure spoke, and he directly revealed his real name.

"Well, okay, Wu Jian." Lin Fan blinked and blinked. To him, how could Wu Jian be as smooth as he was in the mountains and seas?

Li Guang also blinked: "Yeah, okay, I remember, Wu Jian."

Chen Xuandong and Qingluan laughed and looked at Wu Jian who was a little speechless.

Warmth flowed in Wu Jian's eyes, and he said: "No matter what my last name is, call me Wu Jian."

"Why are you talking so much?" Lin Fan smiled and said, "Tell me more about the Sword Saint Martial Spirit."

Wujian Jian raised his eyebrows and said: "The Sword Saint Martial Spirit is inherited in the blood of the first ancestor of my Sword Saint Palace. Over millions of years, only two people have awakened, and I am one of them. However, now

I can only be considered half of it at most, because the rules and sword intent imprinted on the Sword Saint's martial spirit have disappeared."

Lin Fan frowned and nodded: "Release it and let me take a look."

"Keng!"

If the Heavenly Swords Cry, this is the first time that Lin Fan has watched Wu Jian's martial spirit so carefully. Although he has seen it before, it is nowhere near as close as this time.

It was a gorgeous sword. The sword was as cold as ice and snow, and it was engraved with mysterious and simple patterns, as if the long river of time had been condensed on it, giving it a sense of simplicity.

But from Lin Fan's current perspective, it was lacking!

The main thing is that the patterns engraved on it are actually rules, but now they are broken, and too many key things are missing, causing the rules to no longer operate. As for the sword intention mentioned by Wu Jian, he did not notice it.

After thinking for a while, he said: "I can try my best to use elixirs to make up for it, but I can't refine it now. I need someone who is at least Soul Traveling Realm to do it."

The sword light flashed in Wu Jian's eyes: "Elder Yichen."

Lin Fan nodded: "It seems like it's time to go to Medicine God Valley."

Chen Xuandong said: "If one day, our brothers really go to the endless sea, we will definitely pull out your brother and kill him to pieces."

"I will do it myself." Wu Jian's eyes were extremely cold: "What brother? He was just born of a demon."

Lin Fan frowned: "We will discuss these things later. You go and prepare first. I will go to the main peak and then go to the Medicine God Valley when I come back."

After saying that, Lin Fan went straight to the main peak.

In the retreat room on the main peak, Yi Yuanzi frowned. In front of him was a sacred object that exuded a faint murderous intent.

From the time Lin Fan left the sacred object to this day, he has never left his sight, but he has never realized anything useful.

It seemed that the holy object that was right in front of him was separated from him by the endless sea of ​​stars. Whenever he used his soul to inspect it, the holy object turned directly into chaos, without any understanding.

"Why? Why? The rumors are not false, otherwise there would be no world-destroying war, but why, I can't understand it at all?"

Yi Yuanzi looked like a madman, his eyes were red.

"Master, it's all Lin Fan's fault. Otherwise, with Master's ability, why wouldn't he have any understanding?"

Qinglin spoke again at the right time. With the help of Yi Yuanzi, his incomplete soul had recovered a lot, but it still had not recovered and was too seriously injured.

A murderous intent suddenly appeared in Yi Yuanzi's eyes. Is it really like that?

If this is true, what is Lin Fan left to do?

At this moment, Lin Fan arrived. He stood outside the retreat, clasped his hands and said, "Master, Lin Fan wants to see you."

Yi Yuanzi's murderous intention flashed, and then he was submerged. The closed door opened with a bang: "Come in."

A hint of ridicule flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. Want to use the holy object to break the mirror? Maybe?

Lin Fan entered the retreat room and saluted Yi Yuanzi again.

Yi Yuanzi didn't look back, and just said calmly: "Is something wrong?"

Lin Fan was silent for a moment and said: "Some outsiders came to make trouble for me, but I beat him out."

Yi Yuanzi nodded: "I know that what happened in this Yuan Wanli cannot be hidden from me."

Lin Fan nodded and said: "I need to go to the Medicine God Valley to ask Yichen for help in refining the elixir."

Yiyuanzi frowned slightly: "Then go and bring more people. There are many people from the world over there, so don't lose Yiyuan's prestige."

Lin Fan looked at Yi Yuanzi's back, and then said: "I need to take away the sacred object."

A terrible hurricane suddenly swirled in the room, and the power of rules filled the sea. This was caused by Yi Yuanzi's agitated mood.

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, what did this mean?

He just wants to take away his own things. Is this yuanzi, with this reaction, something he wants to take by force?

Finally, the hurricane subsided, the sea of ​​rules subsided, and Yi Yuanzi finally turned around: "Take away the sacred objects, aren't you afraid of being robbed?"

Lin Fan smiled: "No one can take it away, even if it is God. Even if it is taken away, I am thousands of miles away, and he will come to my hands with just one thought."

As Yi Yuanzi's eyes opened and closed, worlds were destroyed, and the sea of ​​stars turned into dust. He was slightly silent, and then he said: "Really?"

Lin Fan smiled and said: "Of course I don't dare to hide it from the master."

Yi Yuanzi also smiled: "Then you can take it away, but you need to do it quickly. I feel like I have something."

Lin Fan nodded: "After the matter is done, change back."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, and the holy object buzzed, then disappeared into the sea of ​​souls and disappeared.

Lin Fan walked away, and Qinglin's figure appeared: "Master, he is declaring his sovereignty."

Yi Yuanzi glanced at Qinglin coldly: "Of course I know."

Qinglin said in a gloomy tone: "If he improves a few realms, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Master to borrow holy objects again."

Yi Yuanzi snorted coldly and said, "I have my own opinion."

To him, Lin Fan is just a tool, a tool that can help him control sacred objects in disguise. If this tool is not convenient, then it is very simple to change it.
Chapter completed!