Zhao Fan looked at the leaving figure of the middle-aged man in black robe, and then glanced in the direction where the beard disappeared. He then raised his feet and chased after the latter as fast as possible, following the trace of the latter's breath in the void.
Soon.
I successfully followed him.
Sure enough, the bearded man ran to the teahouse not far from the city gate, drinking water and staring at the city gate.
at this time.
A palm patted the bearded table, making even the tea cup tremble.
The bearded man was startled, raised his head suddenly, looked at the plain face, and asked in surprise: "Is that you?"
Zhao Fan took a step forward and sat on the chair next to him, "Goudongzi."
Three black lines appeared on the bearded forehead, "You don't want to buy a knife anymore, so what's the point of following me?"
He was so surprised that he couldn't figure out how the other party followed him without being discovered by him.
"A supreme swordsman, but he doesn't do his job properly and acts like a liar selling knives. It's really eye-opening for me."
After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he picked up the teapot, poured a cup, blew it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.
When the bearded man heard this, his expression changed, and he said in confusion: "What sword god, are you admitting your mistake?"
"Then consider me admitting my mistake."
Zhao Fan did not reveal it in depth, but said with a smile: "I want to see the real Bing Xin Long Han Dao. There is no real thing, and the effect cannot be achieved by looking like it. Besides, this is most likely a rubbing method, so The look and feel is almost the same as the real sword, but it is time-sensitive. When the time comes, the prototype will appear..."
The bearded man stared at Zhao Fan, "Your Excellency, who are you? As far as I know, there is no one like you among the top experts in the five major cities."
"Who am I to tell you?"
Zhao Fan spread his hands, looking unreasonable. He judged that the other party was the Sword God for a very simple reason, that is, the texture of his body symbolized his level of life, which was on par with the world and reached an equal level!
If it weren't for the supreme sword god, it would have been impossible for Zhao Fan to feel this way.
"If Mingren doesn't tell secrets, what do you think of following me?" Bearded Man asked curiously while drinking water.
"I've already told you, I just want to see the real supreme sword. By the way, I want to make friends with the sword god."
Zhao Fan said it lightly, as if the Sword God was not an unattainable existence in his eyes.
"All right."
The bearded man's aura suddenly changed, and his words contained powerful pressure like a blade, "Yes, I am the only sword god in Blade City, Zhao Duanyuan."
"The surname is Zhao? Then we are from this family, and my name is Zhao Fan."
Zhao Fan put down the tea cup casually, not affected by the other party's pressure at all. It was the same as it was before, and it is still the same now.
The bearded man looked at Zhao Fan blankly, he was already turning the Sword God's Heart, but it had no effect on the former?
There is only one answer. The young figure in front of him who calls himself Zhao Fan has also reached the level of a sword god!
But there are only five sword gods in the entire sword world, including Zhao Duanyuan himself. Zhao Fan's aura is extremely strange to him, and he has never been in contact with him.
Could it be that he is the new sword god?
Zhao Duanyuan immediately felt the pressure. If any city had two sword gods, the long-standing balance would be declared broken...
"I wonder where little friend Zhao Fan comes from?" Zhao Duanyuan asked with a serious look on his face: "To step into the Mirror of the Sword God at such a young age, he must not be an unknown person."
"Just a nobody."
Zhao Fan corrected him and said: "Besides, I am really not a sword god. I am at best a deformed sword emperor."
"The deformed Sword Emperor?"
Zhao Duanyuan's eyes were full of doubts, and he felt that the other party was teasing him. After all, even if a sword emperor was blinded, he could not see through the disguise of a strong sword god.
"My body's defense is indestructible, even the sword god cannot destroy it."
Zhao Fan shrugged and said with a smile: "But the power is only equivalent to that of the top sword emperor. It is precisely because of the strength of the body that I can feel how extraordinary you are."
"this……"
Zhao Duanyuan was greatly surprised and said: "I have never heard of such a thing before. Do you dare to let me verify it?"
"OK, no problem."
Zhao Fan said happily: "Do you dare to bet once?"
"What bet?"
Zhao Duanyuan gently stroked the tea cup and said.
"If you can't hurt me, send me the Ice Heart Dragon Cold Sword."
Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Where's your bet?" Zhao Duanyuan asked.
Zhao Fan said matter-of-factly: "Fate, if my body is not so strong, wouldn't I die directly when facing the power of the sword god?"
Under the control of curiosity, Zhao Duanyuan nodded and agreed. He didn't believe it. Is there still a body in the world that the power of the sword god cannot break?
Even if they are both sword gods, they would not dare to block the sword with their bodies!
"Come with me."
As soon as Zhao Duanyuan finished speaking, he stood up and threw a Yilu Dao Crystal at the waiter in the teahouse, and then left with Zhao Fan.
Half the time for burning incense has passed.
Zhao Duanyuan stopped in front of a large, remote courtyard, "My home has arrived."
Zhao Fan looked across the courtyard gate. The layout was very simple, a thatched house, and between the front of the house and the courtyard gate was a wide, smooth place.
The ground is covered with shocking deep ravines and shallow ravines.
Zhao Duanyuan pushed open the courtyard door and stood in the middle of the venue, "Don't regret it if you come in."
"Um."
Zhao Fan walked to a position ten meters away from the former, as if strolling in a garden, stood still and said: "I hope you can do your best to avoid regrets."
"Don't worry, if you don't die with one strike from me, the Ice Heart Dragon Han Sword will be yours."
Zhao Duanyuan smiled, and a three-meter-long knife exuding cold mist appeared in his hand. Dragon-shaped patterns floated on the blade, swimming in the cold mist like a lifelike dragon.
"Eternal Ancestral Soldier!"
Zhao Fan's heart moved. The quality could not be fake. It was even better than the Eternal Ancestral Soldiers he saw at the Tomb of Prophecy, but it was not on par with the Emperor's Name. He judged that Zhao Duanyuan's Bingxin Longhan Sword was considered top-notch among the eternal ancestral weapons.
next moment.
Zhao Duanyuan swung the Bingxin Longhan Sword with both hands. At the same time, the whole courtyard was trembling uneasily. He jumped forward and slashed straight at Zhao Fan, who was standing quietly, "Dragon Walking Void Destroying Slash!"
