It wasn't until today that Chen Fan truly understood sword cultivators.
The Shen Lian he met before was not a sword cultivator at all, but the Sun Jianbai he met today was.
Although the black dagger was not as hard as his alien limb, it was not much different from it.
Sun Jianbai was able to crack the black dagger with one sword stroke, which showed its terrifying power.
This was even when Sun Jianbai thought he could kill Chen Fan and didn't use all his strength.
If Sun Jianbai used all his strength, it would be difficult for his alien limbs to resist.
What's more, his alien limb has gone through a strengthening process. Even if he wanted to leave a mark on the alien limb, it would be difficult to do so.
Although Chen Fan was determined to practice swordsmanship, he didn't pay much attention to it in his heart.
But after experiencing the power of Sun Jianbai's sword today, he had to pay attention to it.
However, Chen Fan still has no intention of giving up on practicing Fu Dao.
He gained a lot from facing the enemy today.
He even found a path that might be his own.
Holding a sword in one hand and drawing talismans with the other, when fighting an enemy, it's like two people fighting one.
If this was really possible, the enemy would be overwhelmed and Chen Fan would have the upper hand.
It’s just that all of this is based on theory, and whether it can really be done remains to be tested.
Chen Fan put away the black dagger, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He wanted to let Sun Jianbai go, but he had no such plans for the so-called third prince.
He never took the initiative to provoke the third prince, but the third prince repeatedly wanted to kill him, and he couldn't bear this tone.
"It seems I have to go to Jixian Temple again."
After Chen Fan finished speaking, he rushed towards the direction of Jixian Temple.
At this moment, many people have gathered at the gate of Jixian Temple.
Most of these people are ordinary people who want to enter the Jixian Temple, and there are also a small number of practitioners.
But no matter who they were, they all rested in the open air. Only the place closest to the gate of Jixian Temple had an extremely gorgeous tent.
In this camp is where the third prince is.
"It saves me searching."
Chen Fan saw the camp from a distance. He snorted coldly and walked towards the camp.
There was a large open space around the camp. It was thought that ordinary people who came here to participate in the selection of disciples of Jixian Temple did not dare to offend the third prince, so they all crowded in elsewhere.
Chen Fan ignored this and walked directly to the tent.
"Stop! Who dares to break into the third prince's camp?"
Chen Fan didn't take two steps before he was stopped by the guards led by the third prince.
"Go and report to the third prince that an old friend is looking for him."
Chen Fan didn't care about the guard and said slowly.
The guard frowned and looked Chen Fan up and down. He always felt that Chen Fan was familiar, but he couldn't remember him for a while.
It's not that this guard has a bad memory, but that he didn't take Chen Fan seriously before, so there's no need to remember him.
"Who are you?" the guard asked in a low voice.
Chen Fan smiled: "I told you that he is an old friend of your third prince. Why don't you take me to see him quickly?"
The guard snorted coldly: "Our Third Prince is not just for anyone to see. If you want to see our Third Prince, you must first identify yourself."
Chen Fan frowned and said, "Forget it. Since you won't take me there, I'll go by myself."
After saying that, he walked towards the tent.
"court death."
The guard shouted loudly and was about to draw his sword and slash at Chen Fan.
But before he could draw his saber, he found himself flying backwards, and there was an unknown fist mark on the iron breastplate.
Chen Fan did not kill him.
What he wanted to kill was the third prince, not these guards. Therefore, he only knocked the guard away and did not take action to kill him.
But such movement was immediately known to other guards.
Someone shouted "There's an assassin" and surrounded Chen Fan.
"Today I'm just looking for the Third Prince to catch up with old times. Are you sure you want to stop me?"
Chen Fan said calmly, without stopping at all.
Although the guards drew their swords and faced Chen Fan, none of them dared to take action against Chen Fan.
Being able to knock away a guard with one punch is certainly no ordinary person. How could they resist such a person?
The noise outside the camp also shocked the third prince inside the camp.
He stuck his head out, without even looking, and said in a cold voice: "Who is making trouble outside and disturbing this prince? Come and behead him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third prince saw Chen Fan walking towards him step by step.
The third prince was stunned. He felt that Chen Fan looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
"Who are you?"
Seeing Chen Fan walking towards him, but his guards did not dare to take action against him, he couldn't help but feel angry and shouted loudly.
Chen Fan was also stunned.
He didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill him didn't remember him either.
Chen Fan was so stunned that he couldn't help but stop.
When the third prince saw this, he thought that Chen Fan was afraid of him, so he said impatiently: "If you dare to break into my camp, kill him first, and then I will listen to your explanation."
After saying that, he returned to the camp again.
However, after the third prince finished speaking, no guard dared to attack Chen Fan. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Are you tired of living? You dare not even listen to my orders."
Chen Fan said: "The third prince is really a noble man who forgets things. Why don't you first find out who I am and then give them orders."
Hearing what Chen Fan said, the third prince also stopped and looked carefully.
Suddenly, the third prince, who had not taken this matter to heart at first, suddenly showed fear in his eyes.
"why you?"
Chen Fan smiled and said: "It seems that the third prince has thought of me."
Chen Fan said as he walked towards the third prince.
The third prince looked horrified and couldn't help but step back when he saw Chen Fan walking towards him.
"Where's Yu Tao?"
"Let's go." Chen Fan said calmly.
"Where is Sun Jianbai?"
"Are you talking about that sword cultivator? He's gone too." Chen Fan said again.
"No way, no way, why are you here. You should be dead."
The third prince retreated into the tent in fear, and Chen Fan also followed in step by step.
In the tent, there were three naked women huddled in the corner, looking panicked and confused.
Chen Fan frowned slightly. He didn't expect that there would be such a scene in the camp.
Logically speaking, as a prince of a country, he should have basic training.
But looking at the third prince's account, there is no trace of the demeanor of a prince. Instead, he looks more like a debauched and wanton kid.
Even the prince of a country is like this, so how can the king of this country be any better?
"Don't come over. I can give you gold and silver, and I can give you training resources, as long as you let me go."
The third prince retreated step by step, and finally retreated to a corner, saying in horror.
"Gold and silver treasures?" Chen Fan smiled playfully.
The third prince seemed to see hope, and immediately said: "If you stay with me, I can provide you with endless resources for practice. It is better for us as a whole country to help you collect resources than to find them alone. You You can still enjoy the benefits.”
Chen Fan pretended to think: "That's not bad. It's just that the cultivation resources are not accessible to ordinary people. Searching for resources for a monk, I don't know how many civilians will die."
Seeing Chen Fan being persuaded, the third prince looked happy: "Those ordinary people are just ants, no matter how many they die, it doesn't matter..."
The third prince wanted to talk, but was interrupted by Chen Fan.
His face turned cold, and he spoke word by word, each word reaching the third prince's ears very clearly: "It seems that you are not going to give me a reason not to kill you."
