Ye Zhenghao stared at the dagger blankly, feeling a strong death crisis.
Just as he was about to resist, his mind hurt, Yin Fu broke out, and he fell into a trance.
"It's over!"
Tang Fan sighed softly, and the dagger whizzed past Ye Zhenghao's neck under Ye Zhenghao's surprised gaze.
"puff!"
Ye Zhenghao's head flew into the air. Until his death, he was still thinking about who the other party was...
"ah!"
At the moment when Ye Zhenghao was beheaded by Tang Fan, Yao Ming couldn't hold on anymore, wailed, felt dizzy, and fell to the ground.
This was the first time in Yaoming's life that he fought so fiercely with someone, almost costing him half his life.
His whole body was exhausted and scarred.
But when he thought back on it a few years later, he couldn't help but sigh that this battle was the most important battle on his spiritual journey!
"Little Lord!"
Hong Jie flew over in time and hugged Yao Ming.
As Yao Ming fainted, the bloody beast also disappeared in an instant, and Ye Zhenghao's body fell to the ground.
"Nascent Soul...what a pity!"
Tang Fan sighed softly, if Ye Zhenghao hadn't troubled him again and again, he wouldn't have risked his life to kill him.
With Tang Fan's current strength, he is no match for Ye Zhenghao.
Once Ye Zhenghao frees his hands, he will definitely be killed.
In order to survive, Tang Fan could only do this.
Tang Fan's body slowly fell down and stood in front of Ye Qing and Ye Mei.
Ye Xian stood motionless behind them, as if he hadn't seen Tang Fan.
"This is a personal grudge between Ye Zhenghao and our Blood Saint Sect. The Jiangbei Ye family has nothing to do with this matter, and I will not hurt innocent people!"
Tang Fan said coldly, not forgetting to trick the Blood Saint Sect.
Ye Qing had a complicated look on his face, bowed with his fists in his hands, and said nothing. He knew that Tang Fan had given him the cause of Ye Zhenghao's death to explain to the Ye family headquarters.
"Jiangbei is complicated. It is useless to keep a patient. Let him return to the capital to rest!"
Tang Fan looked at Ye Xian again and said calmly.
Ye Qing frowned. He didn't know Tang Fan's intention, but he still nodded.
Tang Fan's eyes finally fell on Ye Mei, and he couldn't help but think of the scene where she dropped her bath towel before, and quickly turned his head away.
Ye Mei smiled slightly and asked, "May I ask your name, sir?"
"I... Wu... Wu Mao!"
A trace of evil flashed across Tang Fan's face and he flew away from the Ye family compound.
"This bastard!"
Ye Mei's pretty face turned red and she stamped her feet in anger.
"Wu Mao?"
Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, looked at his granddaughter and asked: "Xiaomei, why did he change his name to Wu Mao? Is there any deep meaning?"
"This...I don't know either!"
Ye Mei shook her head, turned around and ran away in a hurry.
Ye Qing stopped pursuing the issue and looked up at Ye Zhenghao's body. He still had many things to do next.
In any case, Ye Zhenghao died in Jiangbei, and he wanted to give the Ye family headquarters a satisfactory explanation.
He looked back at Ye Xian and said, "This matter is important, you'd better rush back to the capital!"
Ye Xian nodded, Tang Fan had already sent him a message, and he knew what he should do.
The last time Tang Fan cured him of his madness, he turned him into a partially sane puppet.
Tang Fan flew towards Hong Jie's direction. He wiped his face first and returned to Ye Tang's appearance.
At this time, Yao Ming had woken up, but his cultivation was exhausted, and he was no different from a disabled person.
Hong Jie asked: "Doctor Ye, how is my young master doing?"
Hong Jie witnessed the horror of this battle with his own eyes, and was filled with fear of Tang Fan, and was even more terrified in his heart.
He was very glad that he made peace with him at that time, otherwise he might have been dead like Ye Zhenghao.
"Find a safe place first."
Tang Fan picked up Yao Ming and took him flying to the distant mountains and forests.
"Brother, why do I have no strength at all? Am I going to die?"
Yao Ming asked feebly. The thrill of this battle made him feel the threat of death several times.
"Brother Yao, don't worry, you won't die if I don't let you die!"
Tang Fan smiled lightly. To be honest, he kind of likes this second generation ancestor now.
Although this kid likes to brag, he is quite capable when he really wants to get ruthless.
In addition, the two are quite similar in some aspects and have very similar temperaments.
"Then...then I'll take a nap first..."
After Yao Ming finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He did not go through life and death like Tang Fan. His cultivation was basically achieved with the supplement of various cultivation resources. In the final analysis, his foundation was weak, his foundation was insufficient, and his mental endurance was relatively fragile.
"Why!"
Tang Fan shook his head helplessly. This kid was too weak. I'm afraid if he hadn't been there just now, he would have run away long ago if he had encountered the old monster Nascent Soul alone.
The three of them flew until they reached the edge of the mountain.
Tang Fan placed Yao Ming on a boulder and pretended to take his pulse, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Hong Jie asked: "Master Ye, Master, is he... really okay?"
"If you say there is something wrong, there is something wrong!"
Tang Fan said ambiguously.
"Brother, don't scare me!"
Yao Ming opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed Tang Fan's arm tightly.
Hum, I asked you to pretend to be dead!
Tang Fan sneered in his heart, he already knew that Yao Ming had woken up.
Tang Fan said: "Brother Yao, the battle just now injured your Dantian. If it is completely repaired, it will affect your future cultivation."
"That is not bad……"
Yao Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Fan took out an elixir from the Qiankun bag, handed it to him and said, "Take the elixir now to replenish your physical strength. After your body is able to move, you can return to the sect and recuperate for a hundred days, and you will be cured."
Yao Ming obediently took the elixir, and his weak body recovered some of his cultivation.
He got up and asked sheepishly: "Brother, I see you are also seriously injured, but why...it's nothing serious?"
Tang Fan said: "I'm used to it!"
"Have you gotten used to it?"
Yao Ming and Hong Jie both opened their eyes wide.
Tang Fan said: "I have died countless times, but the injuries like today are relatively minor!"
Tang Fan said it in an understatement, but Yao Ming and Hong Jie were shocked in their hearts.
They finally understood how Tang Fan's iron-blooded body was developed through experience.
"It's a pity that with my current body, I can't bring Tang Fan back. It's... hard to do business when I go back!"
Yao Ming thought of himself, with a look of distress on his face.
Tang Fan smiled slightly and said: "Brother Yao, what you said is wrong. You are a hero of the sect. When you go back with scars all over your body, you will definitely be rewarded!"
"Why?"
Tang Fan blinked and smiled: "Ye Zhenghao killed Wan Hong, and you killed Ye Zhenghao. Do you think you are a meritorious official of the sect?"
"this……"
Yao Ming blushed, he really thought so in his heart.
But when these words came out of Tang Fan's mouth, they didn't sound right.
He coughed dryly, waved his hand and said, "It was obviously you who killed Ye Zhenghao..."
"No, you killed him, I'm just an assistant at most!"
Tang Fan said firmly.
"But……"
Yao Ming was a little moved, thinking that after returning to the sect, if everyone knew that he not only avenged Wan Hong, but also killed an old Yuanying monster, what a spectacular scene it would be!
The headmaster and elders must be surprised, and the eyes of those female disciples looking at me must be full of desire...
Oh my God, what a scenery!
As he thought about it, he looked obsessed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Little Lord……"
As soon as Hong Jie saw Yao Ming's expression, he knew what he was thinking.
"Well……"
Yao Ming woke up and looked at Tang Fan awkwardly. He was about to say something, but his phone rang. When he saw the name displayed, he answered it excitedly.
"Hello……"
"Mr. Yao, do you still remember the little girl?"
A beautiful voice came from the mobile phone.
Tang Fan was closer to him and heard the voice on the phone. His expression changed. Why did he feel that the voice was familiar?
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