"..."
The joy on Su Qinghuan's face gradually disappeared, replaced by pain.
She spent two days and two nights repairing the broken window. Just after it was repaired, it was broken again, and there were even more holes.
Su Qinghuan said angrily: "Nie Jian, what do you want to do!"
Qingfengjian didn't respond.
The sword tilted, as if thinking.
After confirming that Su Qinghuan was not practicing but just lazy, he slapped her pert buttocks hard with lightning speed.
Su Qinghuan was stunned in place.
After a long while, he said with a mixture of shame and anger: "Did that evil disciple Ye Fan ask you to come again? It's the other way around, it's really the other way around!"
responded to her.
It's a rhythmic 'papapapa'.
Su Qinghuan moved around and dodged in the small room.
It wasn't until the house was in a mess, the roof was demolished, and the Qingfeng Sword had been struck twenty times, that everyone stopped with one sword blow at a time.
"Okay, okay."
Su Qinghuan's clothes were messy, and she was so angry that she clenched her teeth: "Ye Fan, do you really think that I, Su Qinghuan, can't beat you? If I tear ten seal chains, I will have to call you sister when Heaven comes!"
She decided.
Going down the mountain today!
Teach that scoundrel Ye Fan a lesson and let him know what it means to respect teachers and respect the teachings, and what it means to have a mountain higher than another.
At this time.
The Qingfeng Sword exudes a ray of golden elixir realm aura.
Su Qinghuan's expression changed slightly. Although this aura was light, it was a real golden elixir state. It was even several points stronger than the ordinary golden elixir state, comparable to the middle stage of the golden elixir!
Ye Fan provoked the Jindan monk at the foot of the mountain?
"You evil sword, you're only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but you gave up. You actually abandoned my precious apprentice and ran back on your own."
Su Qinghuan cursed loudly: "Although most of your power has been sealed, ordinary golden elixir can kill you with one sword!"
"Buzz"
Qingfeng Jian was unhappy and let out an unhappy sword cry.
"Are you still not convinced?"
Su Qinghuan rolled up the sleeves of her purple-red palace skirt and was about to teach Qingfeng Sword a lesson. Unexpectedly, a row of runes appeared on the blade of the sword, and one of the runes emitted golden light and shattered.
Su Qinghuan suddenly panicked.
Qingfeng Sword actually lifted one of the seals.
it it it…
What does it want to do!
Su Qinghuan held her buttocks and kept backing away, and persuaded in a good voice: "Qingfeng Jian, you are still young, you must not go too far on the road of defying heaven and seeking death. Be good, listen to me, and declare yourself again."
It seems that the persuasion worked.
The Qingfeng Sword, exuding astonishing sword intent, suppressed all the runes and became ordinary again, no different from an ordinary iron sword.
Su Qinghuan said cheerfully: "Yes, yes, we are a family and we must not kill each other. Take me to save Ye Fan quickly. If Ye Fan dies, the spirits of the ancestors in heaven will curse me to death."
Qingfeng Sword did not move.
Su Qinghuan suddenly realized something. The aura of the golden elixir was a bit familiar, and she thought of an idiot monk in the east who was going through the tribulation...
etc.
Could it be Ye Fan who overcame the tribulation?
Su Qinghuan stared at Qingfengjian in stunned silence. The latter leaned forward with his sword very naturally, seeming to nod.
"Okay, he is indeed my good disciple, Su Qinghuan. He is amazingly talented and talented. He actually formed the golden elixir half a year in advance. But how did he survive that disaster?"
Su Qinghuan suddenly understood.
There is a high probability that the spirit of the dragon vein will take action.
She couldn't help but feel disgusted: "Damn it, I was the one who came first. I, the master, was absent from such an important occasion, and... I lost an opportunity to blackmail the three holy places! Ye Fan, you are confused."
But Ye Fan broke through the golden elixir.
Su Qinghuan was still sincerely happy for his disciple.
Counting this way, Jade Girl Temple can be regarded as having a successor.
It's a pity that Ye Fan is a male disciple. If the eldest disciple had been more powerful, how could she have made a decision that went against her ancestors?
"Only a master as beautiful, intelligent and kind as me in the world can teach an outstanding disciple like Ye Fan. Unlike other monks who are lingering in the blessed land of cave heaven and can't avoid the way of heaven. It's just a thunderstorm, it's easy to get through it!"
Su Qinghuan was feeling happy for less than half an hour before she became worried.
"You really have to practice hard now. With the speed of Ye Fan's practice, it won't take a few years for him to catch up. By then, he will really be unable to beat him..."
Thinking of Mark's messy methods, Su Qinghuan's pretty face was frighteningly hot.
Talent, talent cannot let that evil disciple succeed!
…
Not only the Kunlun Mountains where the Jade Girl Temple is located.
Penglai at the junction of the Yellow Sea and the Bohai Sea, as well as a green mountain peak hidden somewhere, at the same time, there were eyes looking in the direction of Donghai City, but these eyes were quickly retracted.
Ye Fan knew nothing about this.
He was happily in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for his wife and daughter.
"Rumble"
It rained heavily all day in Twenty-three cities in the south of the Yangtze River, accompanied by deafening thunder and lightning, which made people feel inexplicably irritable.
But Liu Yiyi is an anomaly.
She slept particularly soundly in such a rainy weather, and even deliberately opened the curtains to let the flashing thunder dispel the darkness inside and outside the house.
Liu Yingying got up.
When I went downstairs, I saw that the door to my sister's room was open. I could see that the floor was covered with scraps of paper, books, comics, and all kinds of clothes. It was a mess.
She didn't help clean up.
He covered his sister with a quilt and silently closed the door.
Went to the kitchen.
Seeing Ye Fan busy.
Liu Yingying, who was feeling depressed due to the thunderstorm, suddenly felt that the morning was a bit warm, and she spoke softly:
"morning."
"Good morning Yingying, give me a kiss."
"Ye Fan, please respect yourself!"
Liu Yingying stepped back, her pretty face looking angry.
"You said you wanted a good morning kiss."
"……Have it?"
Liu Yingying was stunned, her eyebrows furrowed and she thought about it for a long time without remembering when she said this.
"Yes, you just said it in my heart."
"..."
Liu Yingying rolled her eyes.
She discovered that Mark was getting thicker and thicker recently.
Had a hearty breakfast.
Ye Fan sent his daughter and Liu Yingying to the kindergarten and the company respectively, and then drove to the security booth of the villa.
In the spacious and majestic pavilion, there lay an old man with white hair and beard, who was clearly the sixth-grade warrior Wang Zong.
At this moment, the security captain had a sad look on his face.
In the early morning, he received a report from his security guard that he had picked up an old man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the community. This frightened him and he came in despite the storm.
The good news is, the person is still alive.
The bad news is that the person is unknown and is neither the owner nor a registered visitor.
Things suddenly became troublesome.
The community is monitored almost everywhere, and security personnel patrol around the clock. Where did this old man come from?
I didn't dare to call the police, for fear that it would be a relative of one of the owners, and things would not end well if something went wrong.
It’s okay not to call the police, what if this old man is a thief or some dangerous person?
When I have a headache.
Ye Fan walked in.
The security captain, who weighed at least 200 kilograms, stood up straight and said politely: "Brother, what can I do?"
"Find someone."
"Could it be him?"
The security captain subconsciously looked at Wang Zong and quickly explained: "Brother, let me talk first. When we found him, he vomited blood and fainted. Even if there was any injury, it had nothing to do with our security booth."
"I know."
Ye Fan finished.
He pointed a finger at Wang Zong's eyebrows and shouted softly: "Wake up!"
"Shua..."
Wang Zong slowly opened his eyes, looked around blankly, and finally fixed his eyes on Mark, and said emotionally:
"Senior Ye, you...it's great that you are still alive!"
"Tell me about last night."
Ye Fan spoke lightly.
"It's Du Jian! He is Wu Tianxiong's senior brother, the ninth-grade grandmaster. He asked me to invite you to see him, but he didn't expect that he would attack in secret. This is simply despicable and shameless!"
Wang Zong's people mature with age.
Du Jian's words "bring Ye Fan to me" were changed to "please meet me".
"One more thing, Du Jian and Wu Tianxiong have an unknown master. According to their words, they are here to snatch some spirit from you, Senior Ye..."
"Dragon Spirit."
"Yes, yes, that's it."
Wang Zong nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said with grief and anger: "Senior Ye, this junior tried every possible means to stop me, but... I couldn't stop Du Jian. Last night's sneak attack had nothing to do with this junior!"
Ye Fan took a deep look at Wang Zong: "Really?"
"Boom!"
Wang Zong's heart was beating wildly.
Ye Fan was a strong man who survived a blow from a ninth-grade grandmaster. Although his gaze was dull, it frightened Wang Zong so much that he rolled over and fell to his knees, his head pressed against the floor and trembling.
"..."
The security captain and the two security guards in the pavilion looked strange.
This is all a mess.
What kind of master is he? What kind of dragon spirit is he? He is still kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Is there something wrong with this old man’s head?
