The owner of Sword Saint Villa is very confused.
Because Hongxiu is his disciple, it can be said that he raised him single-handedly.
And he was also very satisfied with Hong Xiu, his disciple.
And Hongxiu has been almost always obedient since she was little.
It's just that this time, the marriage with the Holy Son of Daomen was strongly opposed by Hongxiu for some reason.
Even Hong Xiu did not hesitate to leave the Sword Master Villa under the pretext of gaining experience.
This is also the reason why Hongxiu did not board a regular merchant ship, but boarded a merchant ship in Sin City, and also concealed her identity.
The old man looked at Hong Xiu and said, "Hong Xiu, do you really not like the Holy Son of Dao Sect? Why is that?"
"Even if we look at the entire wilderness, the Holy Son of the Sword Sect is an unparalleled figure, and he has the entire Sword Sect behind him."
"If the two of you are combined, it will definitely be of great help to your future practice."
When Hongxiu heard this, her face became serious again and said: "Master, you can't force emotional matters."
"Although I, Hongxiu, am a sword cultivator and am devoted to the Tao, I am not willing to marry someone I don't like."
"I don't even know each other, let alone have a relationship with the Holy Son of Dao Sect. How can I marry him? What's more, now, I already have a Taoist partner."
As a pure swordsman, Hongxiu naturally has a lot of character.
She was very disgusted with this marriage.
The old man looked at Hongxiu. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Well, since this is your decision, I won't say anything more as a teacher."
He understood his disciple's character and would rather break than bend.
Therefore, I won’t say more.
The most important thing is that deep down in his heart, he is unwilling to force Hong Xiu.
He just didn't expect that a marriage that he thought was perfect would encounter such strong opposition from Hong Xiu.
Hong Xiu nodded and said: "Then, why don't you let the disciples outside stop? If we continue to fight, the Sword Saint Villa will be completely shameless."
As soon as these words came out, the previously heavy atmosphere suddenly became weird.
The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and his mental energy was swept away.
Immediately, he discovered that Wang Fan had rushed to a position halfway up the mountain.
And behind him, there were countless disciples of the Sword Saint Villa lying down.
Those on the outermost side can still get up, but they are a little bruised and swollen.
But those in the inner circle were a little miserable and couldn't even get up.
this······
When the old man saw this scene, he wanted to take action himself and slap Wang Fan to death.
"I am warning you that I am extremely weak now and cannot control the strength of my attacks."
"If you dare to bully me again, then if I accidentally kill you, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."
Halfway up the mountain, Wang Fan said coldly, and with a bang, another person was knocked away again.
The man was spitting out blood, and his meridians were torn countless times, and he was almost dead.
"So powerful."
"Is that human being?"
"What a pervert. How did he practice?"
The disciples of the Sword Saint Villa who were watching the battle were simply shocked to the point of numbness.
It's not like they haven't seen monsters before, and it's not like they haven't seen powerful monks either.
It's just that a mere seventh-level Immortal Emperor can do this, and they haven't even heard of it, let alone seen it.
Wang Fan really wants to be too strong.
Because at this time, Wang Fan no longer even used his divine energy, but relied on pure physical strength to fight.
He made a fist with one hand, constantly resisting the magic weapons that were attacking, and used the other hand to swing a long stick, sweeping everything.
This guy.
He is actually a body-refining cultivator, and a powerful body-refining cultivator at that!
Those disciples of Sword Saint Villa really couldn't even be shocked.
Wang Fan is like a freak. Every time you think he is going to fall, he always makes you fall first.
Just when everyone was stunned, Wang Fan had once again rushed to the group's side like lightning.
The power storm in his body raged, and the long stick in his hand swept wildly at the group of people without mercy.
Bang bang bang!
There was a series of low explosions, and the monks just had time to resist, before all their offensives were shattered by a stick, and then their external defenses were also broken, and they fell towards the ground.
Invincible appearance! ??
"Come on, continue! Since you are stubborn, let me show you your strength today."
Wang Fan shouted while sweeping across, and his cold and arrogant voice was like sharp thorns, piercing into the hearts of all the disciples of Sword Saint Villa.
This is simply unbearable!
Just looking at the miserable senior fellow apprentices, many people were a little frightened.
Fear from the heart.
Originally, they all thought that the sword in their hands was the sharpest weapon in the world.
But now they already know that Wang Fan's fists and long stick are the most powerful.
Wang Fan told them with practical actions what it means to defeat all laws with one force.
"Everyone, please step back."
Just when Wang Fan was planning to continue his sweep, the disciples of the Sword Saint Villa were also hesitating whether to continue.
A majestic voice suddenly came out, and the next moment, all the Sword Master disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then ducked and planned to retreat.
Although they were all unhappy with Wang Fan, they all wanted to defeat Wang Fan and enter the sword pavilion to practice.
But
I don’t want to be ravaged either.
Being ravaged and humiliated is a trivial matter, but once Wang Fan accidentally kills him, it will be too late to cry.
However, when the disciples of Sword Saint Villa were about to leave, Wang Fan suddenly rushed forward.
With one stroke of the stick, a large area was swept away.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are more than thirty people there.
"You, you are shameless!"
"The owner of the village has already told me to stop, why are you still taking action?"
"mean!"
When the other disciples of Sword Saint Villa saw this scene, they were all furious.
As for the few Sword Master disciples who were swept away, they were gnashing their teeth with hatred on their faces.
In particular, several sword cultivators wanted to rush forward and bite Wang Fan to death.
asshole.
What a bastard!
Wang Fan touched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't stop my hand. I won't fight now, I won't fight now."
He said awkwardly, then he flashed and quickly rushed to the top of the mountain.
In fact, he really wanted to say that I am not a disciple of Sword Saint Villa, so why should I listen to what Sword Saint Villa says.
I just think that there are too many opponents, this is their territory, and there is the Great Emperor and the Holy Emperor sitting in charge, so I better not say such harsh words, lest I be slapped to death.
Seeing Wang Fan's retreating figure, the disciples of Sword Saint Villa really wanted to kill this bastard.
Today's battle can be said to have left a deep shadow and impression in their hearts, which they will probably never forget for the rest of their lives.
Wang Fan soon arrived at the peak.
However, there were nine more people blocking his way in front of him.
The aura of each of these nine people is extremely strong, definitely not comparable to the previous disciples of Sword Saint Villa.
They stood there upright and glanced at Wang Fan coldly, the murderous intent in their eyes undisguised.
Juggernaut Villa.
Nine great swords!
This chapter has been completed!