Because there is an ironclad order on Xuanwu Holy Land that no one is allowed to cause trouble for Ning Fan, so no one dares to provoke Ning Fan.
Returning to the Holy Land, Xuanyuan ran out, hugged Ning Fan's thigh, and cried: "Master, I hope you don't leave."
Ning Fan said: "Xuanyuan, I am not from here. I still have many relatives and friends waiting for me in my hometown."
"Master, please take me away with you, okay?"
"I wanted to take you with me once, but now the situation there is turbulent and not suitable for your growth. On the contrary, you are valued by Xuanwu Holy Land here, which is more suitable for you."
"Master..."
Ning Fan said meaningfully: "Master has given you what he can teach you. Remember, just do things with a clear conscience."
"Master!"
Suddenly, Ning Fan slashed Xuanyuan's neck with a knife, causing him to faint.
Seeing the elder of Xuanwu Holy Land in front of him, he handed Xuanyuan to him and said: "Senior, Xuanyuan is handed over to you. With his talent, he will definitely be able to make a difference. As long as he has not achieved your goal, don't let him enter the starry sky.
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"Well, this child is extremely talented and extremely rare. Don't worry, we will teach him well."
"Thank you very much. If there is a future, I will definitely reward you in Xuanwu Holy Land."
"Go, that's your battlefield." The old man nodded gently.
The reason why they helped Ning Fan was, firstly, because Ning Fan was from Earth, and secondly, they hoped that Ning Fan could preserve their inheritance in troubled times.
Because they knew Ning Fan's fate very well. As long as he didn't die young, he would definitely become one of the strongest people in the human race.
As soon as he entered the back mountain, Ning Fan saw a tearful Tang Qingxue. She was accepted as a direct disciple by the Supreme Elder of the Xuanwu Holy Land and would be able to protect her in the future.
"Brother Ning, do you really want to leave?"
"right!"
Ning Fan looked at the woman in front of him, but remembered that he still had many close friends on earth, and he really couldn't stay.
"Then will you come back?"
"Yes, I just don't know when."
Tang Qingxue said: "It doesn't matter, I will wait for you to come back."
"Why bother?" Ning Fan sighed.
"No, it was you who saved me many times. I, Tang Qingxue, will never marry except for Brother Ning."
Hearing this, Ning Fan just smiled bitterly, shook his head, and walked towards the back hill of Xuanwu Holy Land.
"Brother, I am Mu Feng from the Xuanwu Holy Land, and I want to fight you." A young man said.
Ning Fan knew that this man was the number one genius in the Xuanwu Holy Land. He knew that Ning Fan was very strong and wanted to fight, but he didn't dare to do it because of the order from the headmaster. Now that he knew that Ning Fan was leaving, he wanted to make up for this regret.
Ning Fan also became interested and said: "Come on!"
"Thank you!"
The other party saluted and immediately flew into the air. As soon as he spread his arms, the overwhelming power condensed into sword rays, as many as ten thousand swords.
"I'm offended!" With both hands pressed, ten thousand swords were fired.
The rain of swords in the sky covers the sky and the sun, like a fashion slipping away, brilliant and dazzling, revealing its sharp edge.
"What, Senior Brother Mu fought with Ning Fan?"
"Isn't this Senior Brother Mu's famous stunt? It was a killer move from the beginning."
Chu Xiao looked at the scene in the sky. Someone who could take action better than her senior brother was especially something she could fight against.