After nightfall, a maid knocked on the courtyard door and said, "Master, the master of the house wants you to have dinner."
"Got it, come right away." Zhao Fan replied from afar, then went to take a shower, and then went to the head of the house in front of him.
"Can you drink?"
Zhao Yan first filled a cup for himself.
"As a man, drinking from a cup is too petty." Zhao Fan directly pointed his palm towards the wine jar in the corner, sucked it onto the table, opened the lid and took three big sips, looking at his father provocatively.
"You can't get along with me sincerely."
Zhao Yan's reaction was even more cruel. One after another, the maids went to the wine cellar to bring a jar that was ten times the size of the jar. They easily lifted it to their head, raised their necks and drank half of the jar. After putting it down, they looked at their son provocatively.
"Is there anything bigger than this? Bring it." Zhao Fan looked at the maid waiting outside the door.
The maid said in embarrassment: "Master Qizhen, there is no more."
"Forget it." Zhao Fan casually poured a small glass and said with eyes full of enjoyment while drinking: "I'm not an alcoholic, tasting is an artistic conception."
Zhao Yan snorted and said: "As a father, I can't control the holy power in my body anymore. It's best to restrain yourself and be careful not to take it away."
"Just fight, who's afraid of whom?" Zhao Fan chuckled, "Just so I want to try the Five Heavenly Sword Styles in actual combat."
"Let's go and compete outside."
Zhao Yan stood up suddenly and turned into an afterimage and flew out the door.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan was not willing to lag behind and chased into the air.
And the maid looked at the two figures above in a daze, wondering why the father and son started fighting even after they disagreed!
In the sky above Zhao Mansion, when Zhao Yan put his hands together and then pulled them apart, the magic power of the Holy Realm condensed into a two-meter black spear. He said in a solemn voice: "As promised in advance, I will not hold back like before. If you cry, don't complain to your mother in your dream."
"Remember to admit defeat in time when you can't hold on any longer." Zhao Fan thought, and the Long Yao Heavenly Sword appeared in his hand.
He knew that although his father didn't say it, he actually wanted to fully practice it in actual combat for himself who had become a saint in the art of swordsmanship. Rehearsing alone would not be as effective as a real sword or a real gun.
In this way, an earth-shattering battle began between father and son.
The commotion was so great that not only the ninth aunt Zhao Yin, the uncle Zhao Hou and all the children, but also the leaders of the three major families with multiple surnames came to watch from a distance. If Liu Lishan was not in a coma, he would also come.
This battle, the light of swords and the shadow of guns, changes the color of the world!
Both sides fought heartily for nearly an hour.
In the end, when Zhao Yan's holy power was about to be exhausted and he was about to be defeated, Zhao Fan suddenly put away the Long Yao Heavenly Sword and stood in the void. He lowered his head, but his voice resounded like thunder in all directions, "I lost. "
Zhao Yan dispelled the black spear in his hand and laughed calmly on the surface: "Do you know a truth now? I will always be me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the Patriarch's Mansion. At the same time, his voice fell into Zhao Fan's ears: "You know what's going on, but don't be proud. The Divine Machine Sect is still waiting for you to overthrow it."
Zhao Fan nodded heavily at his father who was drifting away. However, he did not switch to the second dantian from beginning to end in this confrontation. He relied solely on his holy swordsmanship and the first three of the five Heavenly Sword moves. Of course, There are many other means such as life and death orders, flying swords, etc.
As for Zhao Yan, he is in the middle stage of the Saint Realm, but that does not mean that his strength is at that level. The masochistic training in the Blackwater Prison has achieved an unprecedented "body Dantian" that has never been seen before, and his true power has entered the stage. In the late stage of the Saint Realm, facing the son who has become a Saint in the way of swordsmanship, he failed to gain the upper hand from the beginning to the end, but he was not suppressed and beaten, and he was between 46 and 55!
However, there is no magical treasure like the Prajna Bottle to replenish the consumption, so the mana is exhausted.
Although Zhao Fan replenished it once during the period, it was not used up. Now he still has 30% of Long Yang Dan power left.
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