The Vulcan Sword bloomed with power in his hand, and even that slash was so terrifying.
No matter whose weapon this sword belongs to, it can never come back. Ye Fan is so cruel, if he says he wants to keep it, he will definitely keep it.
The flying sword fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken, as if it had lost contact with its own master.
"Be sneaky. If you want to do something, just come forward. Don't be afraid to see people here."
Ye Fan struck out with another sword to force Qi Yu back, and then shouted at the Wudang Sect.
"This is my sword, please give it back to me."
The head of the Wudang Sect stepped out of the mountain like this, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
"What evidence do you have to prove that he is yours? If I don't return it to you?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. It seemed that this person should be the real owner of the flying sword. But how could Ye Fan take advantage of him so much? In front of him, he stepped on the flying sword a few more times.
As if this was still not enough, he struck him with the Vulcan Sword a few times.
"You can't do this!"
The leader quickly wanted to stop Ye Fan, but it seemed that there was no threat to him.
"Master, why do you want to admit defeat to him? You usually say that it is your duty to eliminate evil spirits and heretics, but why have you backed down at this critical moment?"
Qi Yu looked at his leader and seemed to feel very sad.
The headmaster glared at Qi Yu fiercely, as if blaming him for not speaking up.
"Don't be offended by this disciple's unbridled speech!"
Then he turned around and kept smiling at Ye Fan.
"Why? Shouldn't we attack him at this time?"
Qi Yu's outlook on life seemed to have been greatly impacted, and his body was crumbling as if he could not withstand such a devastating disaster.
"No, this is wrong. Master, you will not collude with them, right?"
"Shut up. If we, the Wudang Sect, suffer disaster because of you, then I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
The leader of the Wudang Sect spoke very harshly, and he had no intention of letting Qi Yu go.
Qi Hongyu just watched with cold eyes as her brother was kicked around by the head of Wudang Cult, like a useless trash, constantly humiliating him in order to please Ye Fan.
"Do you think this is enough? Should I ask your brother to apologize to you directly?"
Ye Fan asked Qi Hongyu in his arms in a low voice. He really didn't know how to satisfy this little girl.
"It doesn't matter, that's fine. Let's go."
Qi Hongyu wiped the tears on her cheeks, and then said to Ye Fan
"After all, this is his own choice, so I have no right to interfere. Some bitter fruits are for him to eat by himself. I don't have to add difficulties to him."
"It's good that you can understand this. Then you can just practice well in the sect."
Ye Fan didn't seem to want to comment on this matter. In fact, some things were already very clear whether it was said or not. It was just that some people were obsessed with it.
"I understand what you mean, but I will not be left behind by the Qi family's voodoo skills. One day, I will tell everyone that voodoo techniques are not heretical, and they can also come to the fore."
Qi Hongyu's eyes were very firm, and she determined the path she would take in the future.
