I can''t believe it!


    Yijianxiong couldn''t believe looking at the person in front of him. He didn''t even care about the other party''s vigorous Qi. He was just looking at Ye Fantian in front of him.


    It seems to be to see through the person in front of you.


    The vague figure began to emerge slowly under the surrounding vigorous Qi and sword Qi, and the figure gradually changed into a clear one.


    With scarlet eyes and flying snow.


    Arrogance!


    Domineering!


    This is Ye Fantian!


    Wu Jun''s style is so proud!


    "Who the hell are you?"


    Looking at the 17-year-old boy, yijianxiong''s mouth couldn''t help shouting.


    The icy power of his left hand forcibly swallowed up the power of one dragon in the ascending Dragon God Dan. The effect of the Dan spirit began to be swallowed up by Ye Vatican gradually with the growth of his cultivation.


    Among them, the cold naturally increases rapidly.


    Therefore, it''s just a palm composed of vigorous Qi, but it''s not what a sword male in front of you can break.


    "I have painstakingly understood countless times, evolved the supreme Kendo, and finally formed my Heavenly Sword, which includes my decades of hard work. Why? Why is it so vulnerable?"


    A sword male''s mouth roared.


    Such people are like this. Yijianxiong didn''t care about his genius identity. He just cared about his accomplishments and his achievements. The achievements appeared. He thought he could definitely fight against the strong at the Wuwang level this time.


    However, ye Fantian was the first opponent facing him, which had to say that the other party''s luck was really carried home.


    "Your sword intention is very strong, especially the sword of this day, which can lead to changes in heaven and earth. It is true that one sword is powerful and one sword is powerful. But you chose the wrong opponent and your own position. You... Are not my opponent!"


    "Jun?!"


    The word "Jun" suddenly surged around again, and a burst of discussion.


    "Ben Jun, white haired devil!"


    The faint voice spread all over the Baibing family, and the faces of the people changed again for a time.


    The guess was confirmed. Ye Fantian''s identity was really the white haired devil, the powerful monster who once galloped around.


    The youngest young warrior in history.


    Bitterness began to spread in yijianxiong''s heart.


    He pursued Kendo hard, but he met such a freak as ye Fantian in the supreme field.


    "You... Are the real genius!"


    With his eyes slightly closed, yijianxiong said faintly:


    "Do it, I have no regrets!"


    "Don''t... don''t kill my eldest brother. I''ve abolished Zhuge Mingjing. I''m willing to repay..."


    A sword hero''s mouth roared miserably, and while talking, a record of gang Qi had hit his Dantian heavily.


    Click


    With the crisp sound.


    Yijianhao''s body has fallen to the ground.


    Dantian was completely destroyed.


    Loser!


    Since then, there is no name of a swordsman, but only a disabled man!


    But he can''t and shouldn''t resent. This is what he deserves.


    "Second brother!"


    Yijianxiong''s mouth cried sadly.


    Ye Fantian slowly breathed a sigh, and then his mind moved, but he had released each other slowly.


    "Let it go!"


    Once you open your mouth, it''s already a golden word. If you stop, you''ll stop. You won''t be investigated!


    "Thank you, Lord devil!"


    After a battle, the sword hero seemed to have a new understanding. Although he was still miserable, his spirit began to become much fuller.


    Ye Fantian absolutely admired such a genius, but driven by fate, they were destined to need such an ending.


    For those who hurt their brothers, ye Fantian will not choose to escape.


    Slowly pick up Yi Jianhao, who is already in a coma, and Yi Jianxiong leaves slowly


    "Nine turn Xuangong" slowly began to circulate, and a strange feeling began to rise:


    "Since devouring the ascending Dragon God Dandan spirit, the power of one dragon contained in it has been fully integrated with my left arm. However, although the right arm is replaced by xuanjing, it still does not belong to the power of the dragon spirit. Now the power of the left hand is gradually suppressed. It seems that we need to find the power of one dragon as soon as possible and absorb it again Strength, so that I can know about my ancestors from this ancient eighteen blood eyed dragon. "


    "Old ancestor... Please help the mirror, please..."


    Suddenly, a figure ran quickly and knelt directly in front of Baibing Wujun.


    This figure is Bai Bingyan.


    At this time, her eyes were blurred with tears, and she couldn''t express the sad beauty. However, ye Fantian didn''t want to appreciate it, but quickly asked:


    "How is he?"


    Bai Bingyan already knew Ye Fantian''s identity, so she said with respect and expectation in her tone:


    "He vomited blood more than once. Dantian - has been completely abandoned, and he can''t run Qi. He can''t be cured at all."


    "Baibingren, take care of it here. I''ll go and have a look with the devil."


    Baibing Wujun said slowly to Baibing blade.


    "Yes, ancestor!"


    Ye Fantian couldn''t care about this. After nodding to Bai Siyu, he rushed forward quickly


    The crowd was dull at first, and then they talked quickly, while Bai Siyu quickly followed with Bai Yuying and others.


    In a villa in the inner courtyard of Baibing family.


    A large number of people gathered there, every old man with gray beard and hair.


    The power of mysterious soul is much stronger than ordinary martial arts cultivation. These people Ye Fantian can see at a glance that they are the identity of drug refining martial arts cultivation.


    Only these guys who have been dealing with pills for many years can harden their mysterious soul power so pure.


    He opened the door of the room, and a strong smell of medicine came to his face. Ye Fantian''s eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then there was a burst of painful cry.


    "Second brother... How are you?"


    Ye Fantian ran away quickly. At this time, Zhuge Mingjing''s face was pale, and his eyes were lax. It was obviously serious injury that led to a listless attitude in spirit.


    After hearing a familiar sound, he barely opened his eyes, smiled bitterly and said:


    "I... it seems that I can''t run my Qi. Fourth brother, am I really useless?"


    Always strong, he finally showed an unbelievable look at this moment.


    "No, you can''t waste it with me. What you have to do now is to maintain your body for me, and I''ll refine pills immediately!"


    "The elixir field has been abandoned. There is no elixir in the world that can treat the abandoned elixir field! At a young age, it''s not small."


    A disdainful voice couldn''t help coming out. An old man was staring at Ye Fantian coldly and said.


    "Get out!"


    "You... What did you say?"


    Pa


    A slap in the face hit the other party''s cheek heavily, making it swell in an instant.


    "Are you awake? Ben Jun told you to go away!"


    "You... Dare you beat me? Do you know who I am? No one in the hundred soldiers family dares to beat me? Come on, come on... Catch this man, kill him, kill him..."


    The old man began to shout.


    "Who are you going to kill?"


    Another cold sound came out.


    Baibing Wujun has come in with Baibing Yan at this time.


    "Wu... Lord Wu Jun!?"


    Baibing Wujun is really going crazy. Why do these people don''t know whether to live or die? Now ye Fantian is like an explosive that will explode at any time. These people are still provoking the devil at this moment. Aren''t they going to die?


    "You get out of our Baibing family immediately. Since then, the Baibing family has not relied on your elders as much as you."


    Baibing Wujun shouted without hesitation.


    "No... no, Lord Wu, you can''t do that."


    But now no one paid attention to the idiot, and a line of bodyguards quickly dragged him away. These medicine refining martial arts practitioners are used to raising their spirits. How could they expect to meet such a look today.


    More than a dozen practitioners of medicine refining and martial arts looked at me. I looked at you looking at each other. I didn''t guess who ye Vatican was in the end?


    "Demon king... How''s it going?"


    Looking at Zhuge Mingjing who fell into a coma again, Baibing Wujun tangled and said.


    Facing Ye Fantian, he always felt that he was a generation younger than this boy.


    "The sword of that swordsman has broken his Dantian, but these are not the key points. The key problem is that the sword Qi hurt the second brother''s internal organs. Now his body can''t destroy and eliminate these sword Qi, so if it goes on like this, he will die in a month at most."


    "No... Lord devil, I know you must be resenting me. It''s my fault that caused Mingjing to look like this, but please think of a way to save Mingjing. I can''t live without him."


    Looking at Bai Bingyan, ye Fantian really wanted to slap her to death, but he was moved by the woman''s infatuation.


    "Demon king?"


    "Snow hair?"


    "Is it... That guy?"


    More than a dozen of martial arts practitioners couldn''t help muttering.


    Ye Fantian didn''t have the leisure to pay attention to these old guys, and said faintly:


    "I need a big secret room to find some reliable medicine refining martial arts. I want to refine pills."


    "Wu... Lord Wu Jun... There are really pills in the world that can restore the elixir field?"


    An old man with some trembling actions couldn''t help but say respectfully.


    Looking at the people looking at him, ye Fantian said slowly:


    "There is... Holy Spirit water!"


    Holy Spirit water!


    The appearance of these five words suddenly made the faces of more than a dozen drug refining martial artists change wildly. Not only did they, even the hundred soldiers, show a look of horror.


    "Do you know how to refine the water of the Holy Spirit?"


    If the news is released, I''m afraid the whole Xuantian continent will boil. He knows very well how terrible the consequences will be if ye Fantian does so.


    "Are you sure you want to do this?"


    Before ye Fantian answered, Baibing Wujun smiled bitterly again.


    "There is no doing or not doing, only want to do or not want to do, Zhuge Mingjing... He is my brother!"