The green-robed sword god stood on a city wall, with several companions standing beside him, all of whom were strong men from the Sword God Tomb.
They saw people outside and saw Ye Fan's existence.
"Sword God, that's...Ye Fan!" The Qingzhu Sword Master was surprised.
Others looked over one after another.
An old man next to him squinted his eyes and said, "He has also rebelled, right? He was deceived by the immortal's lies."
The Sword God in Tsing Yi had an expressionless face and said calmly: "He is Yuan Tianshi's disciple and will never rebel. Let's wait and see what happens. If An Siyu takes action, we will take action and capture her."
"yes!"
They are watching the battle.
The master of Baimu Sword held a sharp sword and killed the white warriors steadily, and even challenged An Siyu.
An Siyu asked Ye Fan to go up.
Ye Fan took out the Xuanyuan Sword. For a moment, the power of the sword was frightening, and the sword energy spread in all directions. He raised the sword to kill.
"Second Form of the Zhuxian Sword Style: Cutting off mountains and rivers with one sword!"
The shocking power of the sword, the majestic momentum, and the fierce sword light cut into pieces the mountains and rivers ahead, tearing them apart in an indomitable way.
Although I moved away with my sword, it turned into a ghostly shadow and attacked and killed me.
The master of the Baimu Sword did not panic at all. He held a sharp sword and waved his long sword. The shadow of the sword came out to greet him.
Clang Clang Clang!
The two swords collided, shooting out sparks.
The master of the White Wood Sword was knocked away and hit a mountain in the distance, directly breaking the mountain.
Ye Fan's figure turned into a gust of wind and chased after him.
Loud bang!
The mountain collapsed and the two people were buried in the collapsed loess.
"The distance here is far enough. I have isolated myself from the outside world. You don't have to pretend."
Sword Master Baimu used his technique to wrap the two of them, cutting off everything from the outside world.
Ye Fan put away his sword and said: "Senior, I just offended them. I just wanted to lurk around them to see if I could pull something out. Now I have nothing to gain, so let me kill the enemy."
Sword Master Baimu asked: "Where did you go out from? Who knows about you?"
"I went out in Western Xinjiang, and my senior brother the cattle herder took me there."
"Okay, be careful yourself. I will defeat you in a while and then escape from China. You should be able to gain her trust."
"Thank you, senior."
"If you really take action, I won't be able to die. Don't let anyone see your disguise. You are in the tiger's den and we can't save you."
"Thank you, senior! Then I'm here!"
Clang!
The sound of a sword sounded, followed by a scream.
The master of the white wood sword flew out and hit the distant mountain peaks, passing through the jungle. The bushes were smashed and a large amount of white snow fell.
"Take your life!"
Ye Fan killed again, this time the sword was stronger than before.
The Baimu Sword Master's eyes condensed, and a powerful sword light erupted. As if he was really desperate for his life, he danced his long sword, and the force of the sword shattered the space and killed him.
puff!
Although he seemed to be strong, he was still struck by Ye Fan's sword. He flicked the sword and threw the person away, causing him to vomit blood.
The master of Baimu Sword turned pale and quickly fled back to China.
Ye Fan chased after him and shouted:
"Don't leave!"
Cut it off with one sword, without any politeness, this sword will cut through almost everything in front of you.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the sharp sword fell on the sealing formation and was directly rebounded.
After flipping in the air for a few times, he finally stood firm, landed slowly, and said loudly:
"If you have the guts, don't run away. Come out and let's fight to the death!"
No one came out from inside.
He came to An Siyu and said, "It's too abominable. We hid in there. Can you break the seal? Let's go in. I will definitely kill that man."
An Siyu sighed and said, "You performed very well, but you just missed the mark. Go back and I'll teach you some magic in the Immortal Realm. Next time you come back, you will be able to kill him before he escapes back."
"Thank you, senior!" Ye Fan said gratefully.
An Siyu glanced at the injured white warrior and said, "You can fight here. When you kill that man, you can come back."
He looked at Ye Fan and said, "Go back with me."
"yes!"
The two of them returned to the city.
Came to a tea room.
There is a strong man from the Unbounded Realm next to him as a servant, serving tea and water.
An Siyu took a sip of tea and asked:
"Who did you learn the method of cultivating immortals from? Do you know how many cultivators like you are there in this prison?"
Ye Fan said without hesitation: "I got this by accident in a ruins. I slowly learned it as described above, and later joined a sect called Penglai Wonderland. By the way, I am Chinese, and then
Not long ago, we had internal conflicts, our sect was destroyed by many warriors from China, and we couldn't stay any longer, so we ran out."
"There are many immortal cultivators in China, and there are many who are stronger than me, but before I get my seniors, I will definitely be stronger than them. I heard that the new world...oh no, the skills of the immortal realm are very strong, completely crushing them.
To suppress the strongest man in the world, I am willing to take refuge with my seniors and hope that my seniors can teach me a thing or two."
An Siyu asked: "You have a good talent. If you are given an environment like the fairyland, you should have good achievements. Do you still have family here?"
"No, my family was all killed by the damn Chinese. I want to kill all the Chinese to take revenge. Senior, please help me." Ye Fan showed a very angry expression.
An Siyu nodded, quite satisfied, and said:
"The world here is not very suitable for practicing the Immortal Realm Kung Fu, but it is still okay. I will teach you some theories first, and you can get started first. When you return to the Immortal Realm, you can practice it formally."
"Thank you, senior!"
An Siyu took out a booklet, handed it to him, and said, "Take it back and read it, and I will teach you tomorrow."
Then someone arranged a separate room for Ye Fan.
The Unbounded Realm warrior who led Ye Fan to the room was full of envy and said:
"You are the first person to receive such treatment. You are so lucky. I know you. You are from China. I saw your potential when we were on the European battlefield. I didn't expect that you would become so strong when we meet again.
"
Ye Fan looked at the white man in front of him and said, "If you're not busy, let's chat? I just came here and I'm not familiar with the place."
"Not yet, my serving immortal; I will come to you later."
"good!"
Ye Fan came to the room and began to study the exercises in the booklet.
It is very similar to the booklet given by Du Ruofu before. They are very basic entry-level exercises that require huge spiritual energy support and are difficult to operate here.
I frantically absorbed the spiritual energy nearby, and after working hard for a long time, I was finally able to activate the technique, but the surrounding spiritual energy was almost sucked dry.
Too tired.
Give up for now.
The night is getting late.
The white man finally knocked on the door and brought some wine and food.
The two sat cross-legged and started drinking.
"Ye, from now on you will be a popular person next to the immortal. There is a saying in China that wealth and honor will never forget each other. If you need anything, just ask me. If I can do it, I will definitely help you."
The white man served An Siyu and knew that she valued Ye Fan very much, so he had to flatter him first.
Ye Fan raised his wine glass and said, "Well, is An Siyu the only immortal in this city?"
"No, there is another one, but that one often goes out and comes back occasionally. The one is said to be stronger and cruel to us. He often forces us to attack China. You must know that China is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. There are too many strong people. We are already dead.
Many people, even if they have received immortal inheritance, will still die at the hands of the Chinese..."