"ah!"

Ye Zhenghao stared at the dagger blankly and felt a strong crisis of death.

He was about to resist, but his mind aches, and the Yin Talisman attacked and his mind became in a daze.

“It’s time to end!”

Tang Fan sighed lightly, and the short sword whizzed past Ye Zhenghao's neck in surprise.

"puff!"

Ye Zhenghao's head flew into the air, and until he died, he was still thinking about who the other party was...

"ah!"

Just as Ye Zhenghao was killed by Tang Fan, Yaoming could not support him. He wailed, felt dizzy, and fell to the ground.

This is the first time in this life that Yaoming fought with others so fiercely, and he lost half his life.

His entire body was exhausted and his scars were covered.

But when he looked back several years later, he couldn't help but sigh that this battle was the most important battle on his path to cultivation!

"Young Master!"

Hong Jie flew over in time and hugged Yaoming.

As Yaoming fainted, the blood-colored beast disappeared in an instant, and Ye Zhenghao's body fell to the ground.

"Nin Xiang... What a pity!"

Tang Fan sighed softly. If Ye Zhenghao hadn't caused him trouble again and again, he wouldn't have tried his best to kill him.

With Tang Fan's current strength, he is no match for Ye Zhenghao at all.

Once Ye Zhenghao frees up his hand, he will definitely be killed.

In order to survive, Tang Fan had no choice but to do so.

Tang Fan's body slowly fell and stood in front of Ye Qing and Ye Mei.

Ye Xian stood behind them motionlessly, as if he hadn't seen Tang Fan.

"This is the personal grudge between Ye Zhenghao and my Blood Holy Sect. The Ye family in Jiangbei has nothing to do with this matter. I will not hurt the innocent!"

Tang Fan said coldly, and did not forget to cheat the Blood Holy Sect.

Ye Qing looked complicated and bowed his fists and said nothing. He knew that Tang Fan gave him the cause of Ye Zhenghao's death to explain to the Ye family headquarters.

"The Jiangbei is complicated, and it is useless to keep a patient. Let him go back to the capital to rest!"

Tang Fan looked at Ye Xian again and said lightly.

Ye Qing frowned. He didn't know what Tang Fan was going to do, but he nodded.

Tang Fan's eyes finally fell on Ye Mei, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when she dropped the bath towel before, and quickly turned his head away.

Ye Mei smiled slightly and asked, "Dare you ask me about my name?"

"Next... Wu Mao!"

A trace of evil flashed across Tang Fan's face and he flew away from the Ye family compound.

"This bastard!"

Ye Mei's pretty face turned red and she was so angry that she stomped her feet.

"Wu Mao?"

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment, looked at his granddaughter and asked, "Xiaomei, why did he have a pseudonym Wu Mao? Does it have any deep meaning?"

"I don't know this either!"

Ye Mei shook her head, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

Ye Qing no longer pursued this issue and looked up at Ye Zhenghao's body. He had a lot of things to do next.

No matter what, Ye Zhenghao died in Jiangbei, and he wanted to give the Ye family headquarters a satisfactory statement.

He looked back at Ye Xian and said, "This matter is serious, you'd better rush back to the capital!"

Ye Xian nodded. Tang Fan had already sent a message to him, and he knew what he should do.

The last time Tang Fan cured him of madness, he turned him into a puppet with some sanity.

Tang Fan flew towards Hong Jie. He first wiped his face and returned to Ye Tang's appearance.

At this time, Yaoming had woken up, but his cultivation was exhausted, and there was no difference between him and a useless man.

Hong Jie asked: "Doctor Ye, how is my young master like?"

Hong Jie saw the horror of this battle with his own eyes, was full of fear for Tang Fan, and was even more scared in his heart.

He was very glad to have made peace with him at that time, otherwise he would have been in a different place like Ye Zhenghao.

"Let's find a safe place first."

Tang Fan pulled Yaoming up and flew to the distant mountains and forests.

"Brother, why am I not strong at all? Are you going to die?"

Yaoming asked weakly, the thrilling battle made him feel the threat of death several times.

"Brother Yao, don't worry, if I don't let you die, you won't die!"

Tang Fan smiled indifferently. To be honest, he likes this second-generation ancestor a little now.

Although this kid likes to brag, he is still quite capable if he really wants to be ruthless.

In addition, the two are quite similar in some aspects and are very keen.

"Then...then I'll have a sleep first..."

After saying that, Yaoming closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He did not go through life and death like Tang Fan. His cultivation was basically achieved through the supplement of various cultivation resources. In the end, the foundation was weak, the foundation was insufficient, and the psychological endurance was relatively fragile.

"Why!"

Tang Fan shook his head helplessly. This kid is too weak. I'm afraid that if he hadn't been there just now, he would have run away if he had met the old Nascent Soul Monster alone.

The three of them flew to the edge of the mountain before stopping.

Tang Fan put Yaoming on a huge rock, and called his pulse in a fake way, looking thoughtful.

Hong Jie asked, "Young Master Ye, Young Master...is really okay?"

"If you want to say something is wrong, there is something to do!"

Tang Fan said ambiguously.

"Brother, don't scare me!"

Yaoming suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Tang Fan's arm tightly.

Humph, I'll let you pretend to be dead!

Tang Fan sneered in his heart. He had known that Yaoming had woken up long ago.

Tang Fan said: "Brother Yao, the battle just now hurts your dantian. If it is completely conditioned, it will affect your future cultivation."

"That's fine..."

Yaoming breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Fan took out a pill from Qiankun bag and handed it to him and said, "You can take the pill now to replenish your physical strength. After your body can move, you will be cured after returning to the sect for a hundred days."

Yaoming obediently took the pills and his weak body recovered some of his cultivation.

He got up and asked embarrassedly: "Brother, I think you are seriously injured, but why... nothing big is going on?"

Tang Fan said: "I'm used to it!"

"Are you used to it?"

Yaoming and Hong Jie both opened their eyes wide.

Tang Fan said: "I have died many times. I'm still very injured like today!"

Tang Fan said it lightly, but Yaoming and Hong Jie were shocked.

They finally understood how Tang Fan's iron blood was trained.

"It's a pity that with my current body, I can't bring Tang Fan back. It's hard to get a job when I go back!"

Yaoming thought of himself and looked distressed.

Tang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Brother Yao, you are wrong. You are a hero of the sect. When you go back with scars, you will definitely be rewarded!"

“Why?”

Tang Fan blinked and smiled, "Ye Zhenghao killed Wan Hong, and you killed Ye Zhenghao again. Do you think he is a hero of the sect?"

"this……"
To be continued...