"Are you the new disciple who is at the peak of Golden Immortal and has mastered Zhou Tian?"
Nanlong got straight to the point, his eyes fixed on Mark. He always felt that he couldn't see through this disciple.
"It's all just a false name."
Ye Fan responded with his Versailles sentence again, but he was still somewhat wary of Nanlong.
Because this person’s strength is actually at the late stage of the Magic Mirror!
"I heard that you have become a disciple of an expert. Who is this expert? I have to pay him a visit when I have the chance."
Nanlong took a step forward and faced Ye Fan head-on.
Fatty Wang on the side watched this scene and swallowed nervously, not even daring to breathe out. All this seemed to be somewhat different from what he had expected.
The two people in front of me seemed to be in a tense situation as soon as they met. Those who didn't know it thought they were enemies.
Facing Nanlong's pressing steps, Ye Fan just smiled slightly.
"The Great Elder is serious. There is no need to visit him. My master loves freedom. He may have already left the desolate world and traveled around. So I can't bear to obey his orders."
"So that's it."
Nanlong nodded thoughtfully, then gently patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and spoke with sincerity.
"I'm optimistic about you. I hope you can go further and look forward to your next performance."
After Nan Long finished speaking, he turned and left, and Fatty Wang quickly followed his pace.
"Great Elder, what's going on? Why do I feel that there is a murderous spirit between the two of you!"
"It's not murderous intent, it's just telepathy between strong men."
"Well……"
Fatty Wang scratched his head in embarrassment. It was better not to say it. He was not very clear in the first place, and it became even more confusing after he said it.
When can Ye Fan be compared with Nan Long?
"Great Elder, isn't he at the peak of the Golden Immortal? How come he attracts so much attention from you?"
"You have to know, don't judge a person's strength based only on his realm. Sometimes, heart and knowledge are also very important. That's it for now, I won't say more."
"Etc., etc."
Fatty Wang hurriedly called to Nan Long and got in front of him.
"Great Elder, you also know that after the disciple competition is over, don't you be able to choose your favorite disciple? Do you think..."
Fatty Wang hesitated to speak, but the meaning was already obvious.
Nan Long beside him just shook his head with a wry smile. It seemed that Fatty Wang was very ambitious. Even Ye Fan wanted to be his subordinate.
"Let's talk about this matter when the time comes. Anyway, there will still be some time."
After a few simple words, Nanlong walked away.
"What a big deal this is, it's really hard to kill someone."
Fatty Wang kept pacing in place anxiously.
The extra training resources I gave to Ye Fan before were kept by me after so many years of frugality. Isn't it for the sake of making Ye Fan better from mainland China?
But now everything seems to have never returned to its original state. Looking at Nanlong's posture, he actually has the idea of accepting disciples, and he has another powerful enemy.
…
Time flies by and before you know it, it’s time for the disciples to form a team.
Ye Fan, Nan Yu, Tianhuo Xieshen and others naturally formed a team of four.
On the training ground, Nan Yu looked at others, then at his own team, and shook his head with a wry smile. They were completely different!
The other team members are either discussing tactics or trying to get along as quickly as possible.
As for myself, good guys! Skyfire Evil God and Ye Fan are like old men taking care of themselves, lying comfortably on the big rocks and basking in the sun, not to mention how moisturizing they are.
Even the old gentleman Zhou Wenbin doesn't care about this kind of practice.
"We...should we also practice some training? At the very least, we need to get used to it."
"Girl Nanyu, are you kidding me? Does our team need to get better? Is there any team that can beat us?"
"Why don't you just rest peacefully? When the time comes, I can take care of all of them without you taking action."
The Evil God of Sky Fire spoke carelessly while lying on his body, not paying attention to the other teams at all.
"Alright alright."
Nan Yu shook her head helplessly and continued to sit cross-legged and meditate.
As for lying dead, that is impossible. He is only half a step away from the realm of immortals, so he must break through as soon as possible.
…
Northern school.
Lin Feng, the special envoy sent by the Vast Immortal Lord, took the disciples of the Tiansheng Sect and stood high-spirited on the northern sect's military command platform, giving orders to the disciples below.
"All disciples have heard clearly. Please cheer me up and practice hard. In three days, I will lead you to defeat the Southern Sect and unify the entire desolate world."
Lin Feng's rumbling words echoed throughout the Northern Sect, and the disciples below were whispering.
"What happened? How come this was not said by our Headmaster, but by him, the special envoy?"
"What do you know? This is a special envoy sent by the Tiansheng Sect. Of course his status is extraordinary!"
"Forget it, no matter what he does, as long as we can break through the Southern Sect this time and unify the entire desolate world, isn't this what we have been looking forward to?"
"Special Envoy Lin, since you have decided to attack the Southern Faction in three days, do you also need to summon other forces from the Desolate World?"
"The strength of the Southern Faction should not be underestimated, so we should be cautious."
Nandao came to Lin Feng's side and spoke slowly.
Lin Feng still looked nonchalant and waved his hand casually.
"This matter will be left to you. You only need to convey the order to them. As for how they will stand in line, that is not my concern."
"But if anyone dares to join the southern camp at the last moment, I don't mind destroying them all."
Lin Feng's voice always revealed absolute confidence. After all, he had the huge Tiansheng Sect behind him. What does it mean to be in a desolate world?
As long as Immortal Vast Vast is willing, he can suppress the entire desolate world at will.
"Yes, yes, that's what you said."
After dealing with Lin Feng, Nan Dao wiped away his previous nervousness and smiled so much that he could hardly close his mouth.
"Here comes someone."
"exist!"
"Send invitations to all the forces in the desolate world except the Southern Faction, and ask the bosses of the major families to have a good gathering."
The corner of Nandao's mouth curled up in a strange arc. In this banquet, he must win over all the forces.