Ye Fan's answer was so candid and straightforward that Jiang Taiming was completely stunned: "Ji Ming is in the Shenmen realm, he..."
"I killed him."
Ye Fan repeated it again, his voice without any emotion: "He wants to kill me and take away my treasure. Old man, there is no such thing as 'you can only kill but not be killed' in this world, right?"
Wang Zong added in time: "Yes, Grandmaster Du Jian also got burned because he wanted to kill Senior Ye Fan and seize the treasure."
Jiang Taiming understood everything at this moment.
No wonder Ji Ming and his family all died in Donghai City. Ganqing coveted the treasure in Ye Fan's hands.
At the moment, he couldn't help but curse: "This old immortal is really selfish and has no regard for the safety of hundreds of millions of living beings in China! Could it be that he has completely forgotten the agreement signed back then?"
Get up at the same time.
Bowed deeply to Ye Fan: "Senior Ye, I only apologize to you on behalf of the Jiang family. This matter will be reported within the Martial Arts Association. Don't worry, the association will definitely give you an explanation."
Ye Fan shook his head: "That's not necessary, the debt will be wiped out after death."
Jiang Taiming breathed a sigh of relief: "That's right, the cause and effect is over..."
Liu Yiyi rolled her eyes: "Grandpa Jiang, you are Yourong's grandfather, and I am her friend. There is no need to be so polite to Mark. Come, drink tea."
Jiang Taiming felt bitter in his heart.
Regardless of the four ninth-level grandmasters in the Chinese martial arts world, or the other seventh-level and eighth-level masters, they all entered the upper third level after the age of forty, and Ye Fan was able to kill gods when he was only in his twenties. How dare he treat him as a junior, as if he were a god!
Liu Yiyi didn't know much about the realm of warriors and couldn't get in the conversation, so she simply went back to the house to practice.
She must enter the foundation-building realm as soon as possible. After all, only foundation-building can fly with a sword.
And the other side.
Jiang Taiming said the purpose of his trip with a respectful expression: "Senior Ye, all three spiritual mansions in Donghai City have been born. Please lend a helping hand."
Ye Fan said in surprise: "Since Ji Ming is a member of the Martial Arts Association, if he dies, can't you just send another one from the Shenmen realm?"
Jiang Taiming smiled bitterly and said: "Since Senior Qing Qianqiu founded martial arts, except for the three masters and disciples of Ji Ming, no third-grade warrior has ever died at the hands of the human race. Senior, do you know why?"
Ye Fan shook his head.
Jiang Taiming explained: "Because there are too many Ling Mansion to guard, there are not enough people. Senior Ye, you should know that there are only a handful of warriors who can step into the seventh level, but the third level warriors are no match for the creatures in the Ling Mansion. Only The Shenmen realm is barely capable of fighting. Therefore, senior Qing Qianqiu set a rule that warriors at the seventh level and above are not allowed to fight among themselves. All conflicts are mediated by the Qing family, in order to give birth to more martial arts circles in China. A god..."
Ye Fan understood.
There are too few people in the Shenmen realm, every carrot is like a pit.
He killed Ji Ming, leaving the three spiritual mansions in Donghai City unguarded, including the one where Liu Yiyi was in danger.
Jiang Taiming said cautiously: "Senior Ye, the Martial Arts Association has mastered the coordinates of a large number of spiritual mansions. Some of them can improve cultivation, some can plant spiritual plants of heaven and earth, and some can survive a large number of monsters. The three spiritual mansions guarded by Ji Ming It is suspected that monsters are alive, and there have been cases of ordinary people disappearing in Donghai City. I suspect it is related to the monsters in Ling Mansion."
Ye Fan said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I will take action."
Jiang Taiming was overjoyed: "Senior is righteous! I will inform you immediately as soon as I have any clues, and please rest assured, senior, all warriors above the seventh rank have a salary, and your share will be delivered as soon as possible."
Ye Fan didn't take it seriously.
The reason why he took action was not because of the three melons and two dates given by the Martial Arts Association, but purely out of a sense of responsibility.
With great ability comes great responsibility.
Besides, this matter is indeed related to Ye Fan.
If Ji Ming had not been killed, several spiritual mansions in Donghai City would not have lost control. Everything was caused by cause and effect.
After receiving Ye Fan's affirmative answer, the stone hanging in Jiang Taiming's heart completely fell, and he bowed respectfully to Ye Fan again.
I didn't dare to bother you too much.
Jiang Taiming left with Wang Zong.
Before parting, Jiang Taiming said in a deep voice: "Wang Zong, although you are the vice president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, your level is too low. You are only at the peak of the sixth level. There are many things... that you shouldn't know."
Wang Zong cupped his fists and said, "Senior Jiang, don't worry, I will never say a word of everything I saw and heard today."
Jiang Taiming sighed softly: "I know your tight-lipped character, but I'm not asking you to shut up, but I want to tell you that the martial arts world in China is not as peaceful as it seems. I hope you don't feel too much pressure. .After all, it’s rare to be confused in life.”
Wang Zong's heart sank.
Just as Jiang Taiming said.
Before today, Wang Zong always believed that the character of the third-level martial arts masters were all calm and good people, so they never had any fights. However, the real reason was that the enemy could not withstand the current internal friction.
Wang Zong hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "I dare to ask Senior Jiang, how many masters have died at the hands of the demon clan."
Jiang Taiming said in a very light tone: "Except for the living ones, none of the people whose names were engraved on Xuanjian Mountain died of old age."
"Buzz!"
Wang Zong's mind went blank.
Starting from Senior Qing Qianqiu, a total of 207 names have been engraved. Excluding those who are still alive incognito, the rest will all die at the hands of the demon clan?
How tragic that must be!
What I saw today has simply reshaped Wang Zong's outlook on things.
His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but could not open his mouth. He only felt that his chest was so heavy that Wang Zong couldn't breathe at all.
Jiang Taiming patted Wang Zong on the shoulder and seemed to be talking to himself: "If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up. Don't think too much."
Then Jiang Taiming left.
He had to investigate and solve the matter in Ling Mansion as soon as possible, sort out the clues and inform Senior Ye Fan.
…
…
With the five senses of the Golden Core Realm, the conversation between the two old men outside the door was clear to my ears. Ye Fan was silent for a long time.
Two thousand years ago, the powerful practitioners of the human race left wealth for future generations, and the demon race can do the same.
But in the end of the Dharma era of Jedi Tiantong, practice has become too difficult. After all, monsters like Ye Fan are in the minority.
In order to deal with the monsters who have survived in the Cave Heaven Paradise, the humans who are unable to practice are forced to embark on the road of martial arts, guarding the monsters generation after generation without complaint.
Except for the 'shi' and names left on Xuanjian Mountain, there is no trace of their existence in this world.
"Your sacrifices are unknown, but your achievements will last forever."
After Ye Fan finished speaking softly, a spiritual thought rose into the sky, turning into a stream of light and heading straight to Xuanjian Mountain thousands of miles away.
Xuanjian Mountain sounds very domineering.
In fact, anyone who has actually seen it knows that it is just a small mountain with stone pillars exposed by the weathering of time. The altitude is only two thousand meters.
But there are two hundred and seven names engraved on the cliff of this small mountain, which contain the 'power' of two hundred and seven different warriors.
Every name is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.
Every 'moment' is different.
Martial arts idiots from all over the country who want to go further gather at the foot of Xuanjian Mountain to understand the path their predecessors have traveled.
And today.
They saw a ray of golden sword energy hitting Xuanjian Mountain, making a very loud noise. In the stunned expressions of everyone, there was another name on Xuanjian Mountain——
Ye Wuxuan!
