Yu Wushuang looked at He Fan who was standing in front of Lin Fan, her face changed slightly, her eyes flickered twice, and finally she put down her hand and said slowly: "Master He Fan has so many things to do, I didn't expect that I still have time to come to Zhan Feng.
It seems that you really value this disciple very much."
He Fan said in a stiff tone: "Everyone who joins my sect will be treated equally. Although Xiaofan has only just started, he is my disciple. How to discipline him is also my business. I don't think you should worry about it."
"Hahaha!" Yu Wushuang laughed a few times and said, "Hall Master Hefan misunderstood, and I definitely have no intention of overstepping my bounds. It's just that your disciple has just started, and he doesn't seem to know what respecting a senior brother means.
I respect the teacher. I just want him to understand some very simple principles."
He Fan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Yu Wushuang, Master Yin asked you to come here to inspect Xiaofan, not to make things difficult for you, let alone to kill you! If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I
This disciple died under your sword, do you need to give me a reasonable explanation for this?"
Yu Wushuang shrugged and said: "This is a misunderstanding. Just as your disciple Lin Fan said just now, swords have no eyes. In this real fight, who can guarantee that he will be able to withstand it? What's more, Lin Fan
Aren’t you dead?”
"It seems that over the years you have not only practiced swordsmanship, but also your face at the same time. You are really thick-skinned." He Fan said with a sarcastic look on his face.
Yu Wushuang's face suddenly darkened.
Ever since he became a true disciple, no one has ever dared to talk to him like this.
"He Fan, I respect you as an elder, so I'm tolerant to you in every possible way, but if you really think that I'm afraid of you, then you are totally wrong!" Yu Wushuang narrowed his eyes, and fierce sword intent swept out,
It manifested into countless green sword blades and flew towards He Fan.
He Fan's face also darkened, and he immediately tapped his toes on the ground.
With a "bang", a circle of air waves quickly spread out, and then a tornado rolled up around He Fan.
The next moment.
The cyan sword has arrived.
Bombarded on top of that tornado.
Immediately there was a "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound.
Countless green sword blades attacked the tornado, but they were still unable to break through it and collapsed one after another.
Soon, all the green sword blades were shattered outside the tornado.
The tornado was not greatly affected.
With a thought, He Fan removed the tornado, looked at Yu Wushuang coldly and said: "Yu Wushuang, if you want to fight with me, you have to practice for a few years."
The corners of Yu Wushuang's mouth twitched twice.
Surprise flashed across his eyes.
Originally, Yu Wushuang didn't take He Fan seriously at all.
Those who serve as hall masters are basically people with limited talents. Perhaps they can only stop at the supreme level throughout their lives and cannot reach higher realms. They simply give up cultivation and start recruiting disciples to teach and manage the sect.
Door.
In comparison, the talents and achievement limits of true disciples far exceed those of the hall master.
Therefore, many true disciples actually look down upon the hall masters.
The same is true for Yu Wushuang.
Except for the hall masters of the first few branches of the Jiange, he really looked down upon the other hall masters.
What's more, He Fan is only the head of the Thirteenth Hall, ranking low among the heads of the Jiange Hall, and he has the Dharma Eyes of Bu Yu Wushuang.
But when the two actually fought, Yu Wushuang discovered that He Fan was actually so strong!
I am afraid that he has reached the supreme peak, and his cultivation level is enough to be compared with the top hall masters of Jiange.
"Master Hefan, you are really hiding deep." Yu Wushuang said with a slightly hoarse voice.
Seeing that He Fan had such strength, he already knew that he couldn't do anything today.
He Fan smiled slightly and said: "I have never hidden my clumsiness, but you have never looked at me, so naturally you don't know my strength."
"hehe……"
Yu Wushuang smiled, then changed the subject and asked: "Hall Master He Fan, what do you think of the fact that our master intends to accept Lin Fan as his disciple?"
He Fan said: "Xiao Fan makes the decision on this matter, I don't need to comment."
Yu Wushuang glanced at Lin Fan and said: "Just now, Lin Fan insulted the master's face in public. If the master knew about it, he would definitely be unhappy. I think, as his current master, shouldn't you advise him?"
He immediately apologized while there is still a chance, so as not to make a mistake."
After saying that, the corners of Yu Wushuang's mouth raised slightly, revealing an indifferent smile.
He wanted to see if Lin Fan didn't listen to his master's words!
But He Fan's answer surprised Yu Wushuang.
Just listen to He Fan say: "Although Xiaofan is my disciple, I believe that he has his own opinions. As a master, I will not interfere too much in the choices of disciples. No matter what decision he makes, I support him."
Then, He Fan turned to look at Lin Fan and said loudly: "Xiao Fan, what do you think? Don't worry, with your teacher here, no one can intimidate you."
This was said not only to Lin Fan, but also to Yu Wushuang on purpose.
Lin Fan looked at He Fan, feeling quite touched in his heart. He took a deep breath and said, "Master, I believe that what I did today was not wrong, and naturally I have no apology. As for Elder Yin's appreciation, Lin Fan
I can’t thank you enough, but I still stick to my heart.”
Although Lin Fan was severely injured and his voice was very weak, his words were deafening, like thunder and roar!
"good!"
After hearing Lin Fan's words, He Fan's eyes lit up, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he said, "You are worthy of being my disciple!"
Then, He Fan looked at Yu Wushuang again and said, "Yu Wushuang, please come back. I will handle the matters here."
"Haha, okay, very good." Yu Wushuang nodded with a livid face, took a deep look at Lin Fan, and said, "I have written down what happened today. Lin Fan, I hope you won't regret it.
.”
After saying that, Yu Wushuang walked away with a puff of sleeves.
With the departure of Yu Wushuang, it basically means that Lin Fan has no hope of becoming the disciple of Elder Yin.
However, Lin Fan was not surprised either.
As the saying goes, "A phoenix cannot fly from a henhouse." If Yu Wushuang is like this, his master, Elder Yin, will probably not be much better.
If Lin Fan really worships such a person, he himself will not be happy.
Just offending Yu Wushuang, a true disciple, and even offending Elder Yin will indeed cause a lot of trouble in the future, which is quite a headache for Lin Fan.
"Xiao Fan, this is our special healing medicine. Take it quickly." He Fan threw a medicine bottle to Lin Fan.
"Thank you, Master."
Lin Fan didn't show any pretense, he opened the medicine bottle, drank the elixir inside, and then started to use Hongmeng Founding Technique to heal his injuries.
Mu Tianhan, Chu Ling'er and others all ran up.
Everyone looked at Lin Fan with some worry.
Although his injury was serious, everyone knew that Lin Fan was not only a swordsman, but also a physical practitioner, so this kind of skin injury was not a big problem for him.
What really worries everyone is Yu Wushuang!
It is definitely not a good thing for anyone to have a true disciple hold a grudge.
He Fan looked at Qin Yu and asked coldly: "Qin Yu, what else do you have to say?"
Qin Yu smiled and said: "My Sword Pavilion disciple lost today's competition. However, this competition is just an appetizer. The real main course is the Sword Fighting Conference. Hall Master Hefan, let's say goodbye.
,Farewell."
After saying that, Qin Yu waved his hand and said loudly: "Let's go!"
Afterwards, many Dao Pavilion disciples left with Qin Yu.
Wu Dalang's back looks quite lonely.
Losing to Lin Fan, he, the second cabinet disciple of Dao Pavilion, was completely defeated.
In the Knife Pavilion, Wu Dalang could no longer raise his head.