Hearing this, Nie Zheng was stunned, looked at Mark in disbelief, and exclaimed: "You...you want my Ice Soul Cold Light Sword?!"
"That's right!"
Ye Fan nodded and said: "As the winner, I should have the right to choose the spoils!"
When the battle just started, Ye Fan felt that the grade of the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword was much stronger than the Thunder Tribulation Sword.
Although Ye Fan shattered the sword light with his powerful strength, the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword itself did not suffer any wear and tear. This shows that it is strong and is definitely a rare magic weapon.
Upon hearing this request, Nie Zheng's face turned blue and white, as if he was caught in a battle between heaven and man.
This ice soul cold light sword was condensed by the elites of the Xuanbing in the West. It is a middle-grade spiritual weapon of the earth level and is worth millions of purple black stones. For the wealthy Nie family, it may not be anything!
However, as a monk, it would be too cowardly and cowardly to hand over the weapons of life and death to others!
"Why? Don't want to?"
Feeling his hesitation, Ye Fan suddenly spoke, with sharp eyes and murderous intent, as if a hunter was eyeing his prey.
Nie Zheng was so frightened that he threw the Bingpo Cold Light Sword away and said:
"for you!"
Ye Fan took the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword and flicked the blade with his fingers.
"Qiang!"
A high-pitched sword roar shot straight into the sky, seeming to tear apart the clouds.
Immediately, with the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword as the center of the circle, the ground within a radius of a hundred meters was covered with a thick layer of frost, and the temperature dropped to freezing point.
The monks who were closer felt a biting chill. Logically speaking, given their state of mind, they would not be affected by temperature changes in the outside world, but this chill was extremely aggressive, reaching straight to the soul, making it creepy.
If it were a monk at a lower level, it would probably freeze into a hole in the ice.
"What a sword!"
Ye Fan sighed sincerely.
The divine weapon produced on Tianshu Star is indeed extraordinary. If this sword were placed in a lower plane, it would be regarded as a divine weapon and cause a bloody storm.
The next moment, Ye Fan casually handed the sword to Dugu Xin beside him, and at the same time said: "Axin, this sword belongs to you!"
"What? Mr. Ye, are you kidding me? Do you really want to give me this middle-level spiritual weapon?"
Happiness came so suddenly, Dugu Xin couldn't believe it, and he tremblingly caught the Bingpo Cold Light Sword, his body trembling uncontrollably due to excitement.
You must know that the best treasures that the Dugu family has collected over the years are only low-grade Xuan-level treasures.
Now, Ye Fan casually gave him a middle-grade spiritual weapon, just like a poor boy who had been driving a Santana and suddenly picked up a Ferrari.
"Axin, you are my brother! This sword is in Nie Zheng's hands, and the pearl is covered in dust. I hope it can shine with true brilliance with you!" Ye Fan said solemnly.
brother!
Hearing this word, Dugu's confidence surged up. He was moved and excited at the same time, and said loudly: "Young Master Ye, I won't let you down!"
The reason why Ye Fan gave this sword to Dugu Xin was, on the one hand, to improve his strength.
Among the three of them in this small team, Dugu Xin has just broken through to the Nascent Soul realm and has the weakest overall combat power. If he doesn't go crazy, he won't be able to survive in the Yunhai Xianmen where there are countless strong people.
On the other hand, although this Ice Soul Cold Light Sword is extraordinary, it is not suitable for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan already has the God-Burying Sword and a piece of Fuso Sacred Tree. If used to build a divine weapon, it would be far more powerful than the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword.
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"Hey! I've given you the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword. Now I can leave!"
Nie Zheng's expression was gloomy. He had lost a priceless magic weapon in vain. No one would be happy.
"Wait!" Ye Fan said again.
"Is there anything else?" Nie Zheng asked angrily.
"The purple gold crown you are wearing, the robe you are wearing, the jasper belt tied around your waist, and the ring on your hand are all high-grade spiritual weapons, right?"
Ye Fan suddenly asked, looking at Nie Zheng with a slightly strange look, as if he was looking at a moving golden mountain.
"You...what do you want to do?"
Nie Zheng was so frightened by what he saw that he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Hehe!" Ye Fan showed a harmless smile and continued: "The life of the dignified young master of the Nie family is extremely precious, how can it be worth it with a mere ice soul cold light sword? With all the equipment you have, you can still
Almost! Should you hand it over yourself, or should I come and get it?"
The implication was that Nie Zheng was regarded as a fat sheep and wanted to be robbed.
Nie Zheng was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were spitting fire, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, don't push yourself too hard, this is blatant robbery!"
"Haha... you should be lucky! If it weren't for the rules of Yunhai Xianmen, you would have been a corpse long ago! But now, although I won't kill you, I can also cut off your limbs and destroy your Dantian.
Cut off all the meridians in your body!" Ye Fan said coldly.
These threatening words were originally spoken to him by Nie Zheng, but now Ye Fan has returned them all, treating him in his own way.
Ye Fan is not an indecisive person!
What's more, the world of immortality is inherently cruel and ruthless!
If the roles were reversed, Nie Zheng would not be kind to him.
Now Ye Fan only collects some magic weapons, which is considered polite.
Faced with this tough attitude, Nie Zheng's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit, his eyes were bloodshot, his canthus was about to burst, and words burst out from between his teeth:
"You brat, do you really think you've got me? It's not easy to get things from our Nie family! To tell you the truth - my eldest brother Nie Sen is one of the top 100 geniuses in the Yunhai Immortal Gate, ranking 98th!
You have offended me now, and when you enter the outer courtyard, you will repay the humiliation a hundred times today!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The many geniuses who came to participate in the Immortal Fate Conference looked at Nie Zheng with a hint of fear in their eyes.
There are millions of disciples in the Yunhai Immortal Sect, and they are divided into the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard. The status of the two is very different.
Most of the people present, even if they can pass the assessment of the Immortal Fate Conference, will only become disciples of the outer courtyard.
Only the inner courtyard is the core of the Yunhai Immortal Sect. It gathers the geniuses among geniuses, one in ten thousand, and only a very small number.
As for Nie Zheng's eldest brother Nie Sen, being able to squeeze into the top 100 among the millions of disciples in the outer courtyard is enough to prove his extraordinary strength. As long as he passes the next selection meeting, he can become an inner courtyard disciple and his status will increase.
Because of this, Nie Zheng was protected by such a powerful brother. As long as he didn't offend a few monster-like beings, he could walk sideways in the outer courtyard.
At that time, it will be even easier and effortless to take revenge on Ye Fan and others.
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"Boy, since you know my eldest brother's identity, please return the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword obediently!" Nie Zheng said arrogantly.
After moving out of his backer, his confidence instantly exploded, thinking that Ye Fan and others would be so scared that their legs would weaken and they would kneel down and beg for mercy.
However, Ye Fan was not only unafraid, he looked at him like an idiot and said: "I thought you had some backing, but it turns out you are an outer disciple, ranked 98th, and you still have the nerve to show off your results.
, I am embarrassed for your Nie family!"
"You...you're not afraid of my brother?"
Nie Zheng looked confused and thought he was hearing hallucinations. He never expected that Ye Fan would be so bold.
"You are useless, and your brother is not much better. If he were here, I would beat him up too!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"How presumptuous! Brat, do you really want to break up with our Nie family?" Nie Zheng gritted his teeth.
"Tch! You Nie family are not qualified enough to fall out with me! Don't waste time, obediently hand over all the spiritual weapons, return the storage bags and storage rings, and don't think about hiding anything!"
Ye Fan ordered, his voice was overbearing and there was no room for maneuver.
First, Ye Fan is not afraid of offending the Nie family.
Secondly, even if he lets Nie Zheng go now, given Nie Zheng's unyielding character, he will not settle the matter afterwards, but will intensify his revenge.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Nie Zheng laughed angrily, with sinister eyes, glaring at Ye Fan like a poisonous snake, and said harshly: "You brat, the spiritual weapon I am carrying will be kept with you for a few days. You must take good care of it! It won't take long.
, I will come to retrieve it, but at that time...I not only want to retrieve the spiritual weapon, but also take your life!"