Before the game.
Du Jian wanted to use his "great righteousness" to kill Ye Fan, and then steal the Dragon Vein Spirit without anyone noticing.
But when he saw Ye Fan's appearance in the secret, Du Jian was once again enveloped in deep jealousy.
Because Ye Fan is too young!
Du Jian was so young that he even wanted to take away Ye Fan and use this young body to live a new life.
certainly.
Du Jian does not know this legendary method.
So after a brief confrontation between heaven and man, Du Jian chose to win over Ye Fan.
The future achievements of this kind of proud son of heaven are limitless. If he can take it for his own use, he might be able to fight with his master in the future. It would not be a delusion to escape from his master Ji Ming's control.
Seeing Ye Fan didn't speak.
Du Jian frowned and spoke again: "There are four ninth-grade grand masters in China. Although I am the weakest, I have a master who is at the divine gate level! He has embarked on the true path of cultivating immortals. If you surrender to me, I can teach you how to cultivate immortality."
Ye Fan's expression was indescribably weird.
You teach me to cultivate immortality?
Fortunately, Su Qinghuan was not here, otherwise this crazy woman would have to open Du Jiantian's spiritual cap to see if there was water in his head.
If you dare to compete with Jade Girl Temple for disciples, none of the three holy places have the guts. How many lives do you and your master have to die for?
"Of course, I know you have a wife, but she is just an ordinary person, and my granddaughter is a fourth-level warrior. I can promise that after you marry my granddaughter, your wife can be a concubine."
Du Jian's tone was kind and compassionate, as if it was some great gift.
"Are you done?"
Ye Fan's voice became colder: "You warriors, all of you are pretentious and think that you are gods above ordinary people. Yelang is so arrogant that he doesn't know that there are people outside the mountains."
"So, you have rejected me."
As Du Jian's words fell, he held a huge black black iron sword in his hand, his hair covered with white hair, and the terrifying aura spread crazily around him.
"cut!"
With a loud shout, Du Jian slashed with his sword at lightning speed. In an instant, the color of the world changed, and the terrifying aura spread crazily around him.
Everyone within a hundred miles radius was awakened from their sleep by this coercion.
But the vast majority of them are ordinary people who have no idea what is happening. They only feel palpitations, difficulty breathing, and their bodies feel as if they are about to explode.
However, the expressions of dozens of warriors among them suddenly changed.
They sensed that this was the 'power' of a warrior, and it was the power of a third-grade warrior!
In this East China Sea.
There are only a handful of third-level warriors. Apart from the dead seventh-level master Wu Tianxiong, only the ninth-level grand master Du Jian who rushed to the East China Sea and the mysterious strong man who killed Wu Tianxiong are left.
No matter which one of them this 'power' belongs to, it means that the two are fighting!
"The Battle of the Grandmasters!"
"Hurry, hurry up, this is a huge opportunity, you must not miss it."
"..."
Under this terrifying pressure, no warrior wanted to escape. Instead, they rushed to the outskirts of the city with great excitement and even excitement.
Chao Wen said.
It's okay to die at night.
For warriors who are stuck in their realm and cannot make any progress, observing a master battle is of great benefit to their own cultivation.
Especially Wang Zong, the vice chairman of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, and Shen Zhong, who are at the peak of the sixth level. They are the warriors who are most eager to cross the Great Barrier.
But again.
They are also the ones who are most worried about Mark.
After all, in Donghai City, there are only a handful of people who know the true identity of the 'mysterious strong man'.
On the way to Baiyun Antique City.
Wang Zong and Zhong Zhong met each other. Neither of them drove there, but relied on their bodies to gallop quickly, and their speed was actually a few minutes faster than a car.
"President Wang."
"Manager Shen."
Wang Zong and Zhong Zhong simply greeted each other and moved on.
Except for the upper level three, those at the peak of level six are the highest level warriors in Donghai City. When this group of warriors arrived at the scene of the battle as quickly as possible, they could only feel their whole bodies trembling, their pupils shrinking wildly, and everyone's backs were soaked in cold sweat.
I saw only one person standing in the sky above Li Feng's community, and that was Du Jian, one of the parties involved.
But Du Jian, the ninth-grade grandmaster who was regarded as the pillar of Chinese martial arts, did not have the high spirits of the past. Instead, he was bleeding from all his orifices, his clothes were torn all over, and he looked extremely miserable and embarrassed.
The weirdest thing is.
The giant sword that Du Jian had been practicing for decades actually pierced the top of his head.
The despairing Du Jian didn't dare to hide at all, let alone move, because as long as his figure shifted even slightly, the giant sword would penetrate Tianling Gai, killing him on the spot!
Time goes back half an hour.
Du Jian had no reservations and almost struck out with the strongest sword in the ninth level. He thought he could kill Ye Fan instantly, but Du Jian... miscalculated.
He never dreamed of it.
He thought that Ye Fan, who was lucky enough to become the seventh-level pinnacle because of the dragon vein spirit, just stretched out his hand and took the sword abruptly.
"That's it?"
Ye Fan's contemptuous tone hit Du Jian's heart like a heavy hammer. His brain was shut down and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. He almost instinctively wanted to withdraw the sword.
but……
With the strength of the ninth-level warrior, not only did the giant sword remain motionless, but a counter-shock force shook Du Jian hundreds of meters away. The shock caused his internal organs to dislocate and bleed, causing him to suffer serious damage.
He was crazy, angry, and a little...scared!
Du Jian murmured to himself as if he was stupid: "I am a ninth-grade grandmaster. How could you catch my sword? This is impossible..."
"Because I am a cultivator."
Ye Fan spoke slowly.
He did not rush to kill Du Jian, but carefully observed the giant sword in his hand, and after a while, he curled his lips in disgust.
This weapon refining process.
It is tens of thousands of blocks worse than Jade Girl Temple.
In other words, Du Jian regarded garbage as treasure and used his heart and blood to sacrifice it. If he put it in the Jade Girl Temple, he would be regarded as a mere footnote and would be rejected by Su Qinghuan.
"Immortal cultivator? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Du Jian roared angrily: "Master said that the Age of Dharma Ending began more than two thousand years ago, and all immortal cultivators have perished. Martial arts is the only way to practice at present. How can you be a cultivator? You can never be!"
Although roaring.
But Du Jian's mentality had completely collapsed. He actually believed what Ye Fan said, but he just couldn't accept the fact.
so.
During the five years when Ye Fan disappeared, he went to cultivate immortality.
In just five years, he has the power to crush himself. How unfair is God! ! !
"Tell me where your master is."
Ye Fan said calmly: "I will kill him by the way to save this old guy from disturbing my peace again and again."
"..."
Du Jian's face, which was bleeding from all the orifices and looked particularly visceral, wanted to say something, but in the end he fell silent.
He didn't know the location of Master Ji Ming.
Even if he knew it, he would not dare to reveal it to Mark.
Because Du Jian had a weakness, and his weakness was the Du family in Jiangbei, and as the eldest disciple, Du Jian knew best how cruel Ji Ming was.
"Did not say?"
Ye Fan threw the giant sword in his hand casually, and the tip of the sword just penetrated Du Jian's head.
He smiled brightly and said, "You can think slowly before dawn, I'm not in a hurry."
