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Zhang Qian felt that he was powerless to resist. He raised the mysterious iron sword in his hand and reluctantly blocked...
But I heard a crisp metal sound...
A piece of mysterious iron broken sword was cut off abruptly and flew out!
After Ye Fan's sword intent directly defeated the blood evil sword intent, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he cut off the mysterious iron sword, and crossed Zhang Qian's right arm!
"what!!-"
Zhang Qian screamed, and an arm fell down, blood drenched!
The ancestors and grandsons of the Ling family not far away suddenly woke up, Ye Fan unexpectedly defeated Zhang Qian with a single sword among the lightning and flint!
Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang both watched in a cold sweat. From a distance, they could feel Ye Fan's sword intent, the kind of majesty like the world.
They didn't see it clearly, Ye Fan's speed with his sword was too fast!
"Elder Ling, I have enjoyed the game, and I will leave it to you next." Ye Fan smiled faintly, no longer looked at Zhang Qian, and walked back.
Ling Qingfeng arched his hand and said: "Thank you Mr. Ye, if it weren't for Mr. Ye, this evildoer who fell into the devil's way would not know how many Shushanmen would be brutally killed with his evil sword intent!"
"There is no right or wrong in sword intent. The key is the human heart. It's a pity a genius swordsman." Ye Fan sighed with emotion.
Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang nodded one after another, and they also felt that Ye Fan made sense.
Ling Yuwei stared at the man with gleaming eyes, and Ye Fan's sword was shocking just now, which made her look thrilling.
Although a woman's cultivation base can't see too many profound things, she still looks a little silly.
Ye Fan noticed the look in Ling Yuwei's eyes when he looked at him, and felt a strange feeling in her heart. He couldn't help but said, "Miss Ling, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Ling Yuwei came back to her senses, her face was hot, she hurriedly stroked her hair, and said: "Oh... I... I'm fine, the first time I saw you use a sword... I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so good, you hide. It’s too deep..."
Ling Qingfeng laughed and said, "Silly girl, Mr. Ye has long understood the meaning of swordsmanship. He is a true swordsman. How can swordsmanship be so simple?"
Ling Yuwei said aggrieved: "I have a low cultivation base, I don't understand, what can I do?"
At this moment, Zhang Qian swayed behind him and stood up. One of his arms was still bleeding, but the fierce light in his eyes was not diminished.
"Old immortal, if you are lucky, there is a nosy guy who helped you... But don't think this is over, even if I die, you Shushan faction will be over sooner or later!!"
As Zhang Qian said, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Xinmeng! I'm looking for you!!"
After speaking, Zhang Qian directly slapped his forehead with the palm of his left hand!
"do not want!!"
Ling Baiguang was about to go up to stop, but after all, he didn't have time.
Zhang Qian died instantly, with his eyes open, falling in a pool of blood.
Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei were also shocked. No one thought that Zhang Qian didn't even run away, so he chose to commit suicide directly!
"Why... Why..." Ling Baiguang's eyes were shining and unwilling.
From beginning to end, Zhang Qian didn't take him seriously, and he didn't even bother to say anything to him.
Perhaps, at the moment of death, Zhang Qian didn't regard Ling Baiguang as a real opponent at all, but just an enemy he wanted to kill.
Ye Fan looked at Ling Baiguang's lost back, with some pity, although Ling Baiguang became the head and married the woman he liked.
But the opponents of his life never looked at him... even, they didn't even give Ling Baiguang a chance to prove himself.
However, Ye Fan is more concerned about what Zhang Qian said before his death...
What do you mean, even without him, Shu Shan would be finished sooner or later? Could it be that he knew what crisis would affect Shushan
Ling Qingfeng was also obviously aware of this possibility, and said with a serious face: "Bai Guang, take his corpse back to the mountain gate, and give all the disciples an explanation.
We need to investigate whether he has any accomplices. I feel... Zhang Qian suddenly ran out during this period. He is also capable. I am afraid it is not as simple as revenge. "
Ling Baiguang took a deep breath, nodded, and resisted Zhang Qian's body.
After returning to the Shushan Sect, the group gathered a group of elders and core disciples to explain the situation.
The people of the Shushan faction were naturally very grateful to Ye Fan, and even strongly demanded that Ye Fan be the guest of Shushan.
Ye Fan originally wanted to decline, but since he became a guest of Tai Chi Sect, the Shushan Sect can also be titled, lest people keep begging and troublesome.
After finishing all this, Ye Fan and Ling Yuwei walked back to the guest room.
"Thank you today. You saved me again. I don't know how to repay you." On the way back, Ling Yuwei lowered her head and said softly.
Ye Fan felt that the woman's tone was much softer than before, and smiled: "I just did what I should do, Miss Ling, you don't have to take it too seriously."
"You... call me Yuwei, don't take a bite of Miss Ling, we have known each other for quite a while," Ling Yuwei whispered, her face a little hot.
Ye Fan felt a little weird, and his heart was rippling, "Then... Okay, Yuwei, take a break earlier."
The two walked to the door of the room, and Ye Fan's mind again began to look like Ling Yuwei taking a bath. With the woman's obvious ambiguous feelings, Ye Fan was afraid that if he couldn't help it, something would happen.
After coming to Shushan for a few days, I have given my wife’s best friend, how can I explain it when I go back
Ling Yuwei pursed her lips and smiled, then raised her head and said: "Okay, I will take a bath first, and then I will go to sleep, good night".
Ye Fan swallowed his throat, why did this woman even ask for a bath? She might have discovered something!
After returning to his room, Ye Fan closed the door and sat on the bed, but he didn't want to sleep or practice.
After waiting for a few minutes, he really heard the sound of water coming from next door.
Ye Fan thought about it. Anyway, I watched it more than once, and it didn't matter if it was one more time or one less time.
So Ye Fan walked slowly to the wall and looked over...
After watching it for seven or eight minutes, Ye Fanzheng was watching with gusto. A phone ringing made him scared and almost didn't call out!
"Oops!"
When there is a gap, the voice of the phone must have passed. Doesn't this voyeurism become obvious!
Ye Fan hurriedly took out the phone, running away like a gust of wind, and then picked up the phone!
"Hey..." Ye Fan looked at the bathroom direction nervously, as if Ling Yuwei hadn't reacted.
On the other end of the phone, Su Qingxue's clear voice came, "Husband, what are you doing..."
"Oh, my wife, I was practicing just now!" Ye Fan deliberately shouted a little bit so that Ling Yuwei next door could also hear it.