When a hand in the night was inserted directly into the boulder, the people around him opened their eyes in shock.
Xia Xi is so powerful that it is impossible for him to directly break the boulder.
However, Ye Fan, with such a thin figure, could easily break this huge boulder. How much strength was required to do this?
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan raised his hand easily, and the entire boulder was lifted up with one hand.
This scene left everyone shocked and dumbfounded.
Xia Xi's expression at this moment can only be described as splitting with anger.
Lei Ye, who was standing behind him, opened his mouth in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Youxiu outside the yard was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.
This humble slave actually has such great power.
That is a huge boulder weighing thousands of kilograms. Even the masters in the sect cannot easily lift it with one hand.
My idea was indeed right, this guy must be a spy sent by another sect.
He must tell the steward what he saw and heard, and he will definitely get a lot of credit by then.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt that lifting a huge stone was meaningless.
Because he used less than one-tenth of the power in his hands.
Also wanting to test his own strength, Ye Fan spread his fingers vigorously.
He heard a crunching sound, and the entire boulder was directly shaken into a pile of rubble by him.
When she saw this, Xia Xi felt her legs weaken and fell to her knees.
In this competition, it was already obvious that he had lost completely.
Ye Fan just shook off the dust on his hands and stared at Xia Xi coldly.
Since it was agreed before that whoever loses will disappear, then we must keep our word.
The decisiveness of killing in Ye Fan's bones is absolutely impossible to disappear with the disappearing memory.
This is his nature and what he carries in his bones.
When Xia Xi saw Ye Fan's cold eyes, she was already frightened to the point of losing her mind.
He directly knocked his head on the ground and begged bitterly: "I lost because I was blind. Please spare my life, hero. I will listen to you in everything from now on!"
But Ye Fan didn't want to hear this at all, so he pointed with one hand.
A burst of Black Emperor's power shot out of the air and plunged directly into Xia Xi's forehead.
Xia Xi felt her mind go blank, and then her vision went black, and she died.
Everyone was so frightened that their whole bodies trembled and they all sat down on the ground.
Even Lei Ye had a frightened look on his face.
But Ye Fan didn't even blink.
Even he himself didn't know why. When he killed this man, it seemed that something was driving him to do so.
I didn't even feel it at all, it was like crushing an ant to death.
Everyone finally knew how powerful Ye Fan was, and they all knelt down in front of Ye Fan, expressing their respect for Ye Fan.
But Ye Fan didn't even look at them, turned around and went into the house to continue eating his meal.
Half an hour later, the housekeeper looked at Youxiu coldly and asked gloomily: "Everything you said is true!"
Youxiu nodded and bowed and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. That Long Yi killed Xia Xi with just one finger. It's absolutely true!"
The housekeeper frowned tightly.
"If this is really the case, that Long Yi is definitely a master. What does he want to do when he comes to our sect?"
Youxiu continued to slander: "From my perspective, he must be a spy sent by another sect, just to sabotage this sect competition."
"You are always so kind to me. I only told you this news. I hope the housekeeper will take more care of you in the future!"
The butler narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "If it is true as you said, your reward will naturally be indispensable, but you are not allowed to tell others, do you understand?"
"My subordinates understand and will never let anyone know!"
After Youxiu left, the housekeeper began to think about it.
If Long Yi is really a spy sent by another sect, then he must hide his identity. Why would he dare to expose his power in front of others?
Isn't he afraid that others will see him?
Or is there some other secret in him?
I absolutely cannot listen to someone's words about cultivation. I must check it out first and then make a decision.
But one thing is for sure, it is better for me to respect this Long Yi.
No matter what his identity is, at least he won't do any harm to himself in the future.
In the blink of an eye, the next day came, and Ye Fan came to the backyard again with an axe.
No one assigned him any work today, he came to the backyard on his own initiative.
Because it is very quiet here and there is very little work. As long as you chop the firewood, you can continue to feel the power.
If possible, it is not impossible to restore one's own memory.
The strange thing is that the housekeeper and Youxiu didn't bother him, which gave him a rare sense of purity.
After he had chopped all the firewood, he wanted to meditate. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of footsteps behind him.
It's Han Ling's flowers falling.
She came here specifically to find him.
Ye Fan didn't want to have any contact with her, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
Han Ling Hua Luo didn't say anything, and suddenly pulled out a short knife and chopped it down on the head.
The blade was infected by the Han Ling Sect's unique power of the Cold Dragon, exuding a biting cold light.
Before the knife fell, the ice spike arrived first.
However, in Ye Fan's eyes, all this was like a child playing house.
He himself didn't know why he was so indifferent when facing such a scene.
The explanation I can give myself is that I experienced too many such scenes before I lost my memory.
It has made his body and his mentality form a habit.
Even those instinctive actions are habits.
It was as if at this moment, the blade fell and a cold light shot out. Ye Fan just raised his hand easily and grabbed the short knife in his hand.
Han Ling Hua Luo's face turned pale in astonishment, and there was a look of admiration in her eyes.
Even the young sect leader couldn't catch her Han Ling Dao with one hand, but this man snatched the weapon away from her without blinking an eye.
When Ye Fan touched the dagger, a group of words suddenly flashed in his mind.
Han Ling Dao is a medium-grade spiritual weapon. It can be used to slaughter livestock and for decoration. It has no power against the enemy.
Ye Fan felt strange that he still had the ability to analyze weapons?
He casually threw the short knife to Han Ling Hua Luo and said coldly: "It's just garbage!"
"you?"
Han Linghua stomped her feet angrily and said unconvinced: "This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon. You said it is garbage. If you have a good one, can you show it to me?"
