When Master Changmei saw Ye Qiu about to show up, he quickly grabbed him and said, "I asked you to take action earlier, but you said you were not in a hurry. There is still one person alive in the Ancient Holy Land. Why are you so anxious?"
"Wait until he is dead before we take action."
Ye Qiu ignored the Changmei Master and still stepped out.
At this time, the young man from the ancient holy land was covered in blood and flesh and was seriously injured. He was half-kneeling on the ground and had no fighting ability.
He stared at Chen Fan with resentment.
Chen Fan sneered and said, "Weren't you very arrogant before? Why don't you kneel on the ground like a dog now? If you kowtow to me three times and call me grandpa, maybe I can leave you a complete corpse."
"Bah!" The young man from the Ancient Holy Land was very courageous. He took a sip and cursed at Chen Fan, "You bastard, don't be so arrogant."
"You killed so many people in our ancient holy land. Sooner or later, your Qingyun Sword Sect will repay this blood feud."
Chen Fan's eyes flashed coldly, he held a long sword and walked towards the young man in the ancient holy land.
The blade of the sword was covered with blood, which dripped onto the ground, which was shocking.
Soon, Chen Fan walked up to the young man from the ancient holy land.
"puff!"
Chen Fan was ruthless and cut off the left arm of the young man from the ancient holy land with one sword, drawing blood.
"snort……"
The young man lost an arm and groaned, but did not scream. He still glared at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan said with a smile, "By the way, you are almost dead and I don't know your name yet?"
The young man said loudly, "If I don't change my name when I'm walking, and if I don't change my surname when I sit down, Fang Tianming will be bright."
"The name is good, but unfortunately the strength is not that good." Chen Fan said, "You and I are at the same level, but our combat power is far behind me."
"If you had given me the magic medicine from the beginning and left with your brothers and sisters, then they wouldn't have died so miserably!"
"Why do you have to ask for death?"
Chen Fan
Pointing to the corpses and internal organs on the ground, he said with regret, "What a pity, this is the Dragon Burial Nest. I have to help my cousin seize the Dragon King's inheritance. Otherwise, I really want to use these things to cook hot pot."
Cooking hotpot?
When Fang Tianming heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.
These are all my fellow disciples!
He actually wants to cook hot pot, is he still a human being?
Chen Fan seemed not to notice Fang Tianming's angry eyes and continued, "This kind of fresh food tastes very good when cooked in hot pot, especially the lung slices and liver slices, which taste very fresh and tender."
Having said this, Chen Fan closed his eyes with an intoxicated look on his face.
Fang Tianming gritted his teeth and shouted, "Your Qingyun Sword Sect has always regarded itself as a famous and upright family. I didn't expect that a guy like you would appear with a human face and a beastly heart. I curse you to die miserably."
boom!
Chen Fan kicked Fang Tianming to the ground, stepped on Fang Tianming's chest, then leaned over and cursed, "Trash!"
"Bah!" Fang Tianming spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on Chen Fan's face.
In an instant, the murderous intent on Chen Fan's face became even stronger.
Chen Fan stretched out his hand to wipe away the thick phlegm on his face and said, "Since you like to spit so much, I will cut off your tongue."
"By the way, your soul has not been destroyed yet."
"You can try to escape."
Chen Fan had a sinister smile on his face, and when he spoke, the sword edge had already reached Fang Tianming's mouth.
at this time--
"Bah bang bang!"
Applause suddenly broke out.
Chen Fan was startled and quickly turned his head, only to see an ordinary-looking man wearing Yin Yang Cult clothing walking over.
Behind this man was an old man who looked like a slave.
These two people were Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren who had gone through disguise.
"Wonderful, really wonderful!"
"If I hadn't come at the right time, I wouldn't have seen such a wonderful show."
"I didn't expect that a disciple from a well-known and upright sect would bully the younger ones with more. It's really eye-opening!"
Ye Qiu said with a smile while applauding.
Chen Fan saw the cultivation of Ye Qiu and Master Changmei, and said disdainfully, "Who am I? It turns out that I am a disciple of the Yin Yang Sect. Are you here to die?"
"No, no," Ye Qiu said with a smile, "I'm more interested in that magical medicine."
Chen Fan seemed to have heard a joke and sneered, "Just because you two want to steal the magic medicine, you are really desperate."
Ye Qiu was not angry and said, "I'm not only interested in the magic medicine, I'm also interested in him."
Ye Qiu pointed at Fang Tianming, who was stepped on by Chen Fan, and said, "I want to save him."
Fang Tianming had long been in despair. Hearing Ye Qiu's words, he was deeply moved and said quickly, "Brother of the Yin Yang Sect, please leave quickly. You are no match for him."
"He has no chance to leave here." Chen Fan looked at Ye Qiusen and said coldly, "The Yin Yang Sect has provoked our Qingyun Sword Sect several times. The sect leader has endured it again and again, but I don't want to endure it anymore."
"I will kill you today."
"Let your Yin Yang Sect know that our Qingyun Sword Sect is not someone to be trifled with."
"Brothers, come on!"
Chen Fan gave an order, and without saying a word, a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect raised his sword and attacked Ye Qiu.
This disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He didn't take Ye Qiu, the peak of the cave world, seriously at all. He swung his sword with a burst of sword energy and slashed directly at Ye Qiu's head.
"Be careful!" Fang Tianming reminded loudly,
Already closed his eyes.
In his opinion, Ye Qiu must die.
However, facing the attack from the disciples of Qingyun Sword Sect, Ye Qiuyun remained calm.
"boom!"
Ye Qiu randomly punched out, and in an instant, the sword energy completely dissipated before it landed on his head.
The fierce punch, carrying domineering power, fell on the guy instantly.
"Bang!"
Falling apart.
The disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect didn't even have time to scream, before he turned into blood mist and died on the spot.
The long sword turned into pieces and fell to the ground, making a "ding-dong-dang" sound.
"Huh?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, very surprised.
At this time, Fang Tianming also opened his eyes and was surprised when he saw that Ye Qiu was unharmed, but the disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect had turned into a ball of blood mist.
"How can it be?"
"He is only at the peak of Cave Heaven, how can he kill a monk who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"
A divine light appeared in Fang Tianming's eyes.
He realized that the disciple of the Yin Yang Sect in front of him had extraordinary fighting prowess and might actually be able to save his life.
"I didn't see that you still have the ability to kill enemies by leapfrogging. However, if you think you can get the magic medicine this way, then I can only give you four words - wishful thinking."
Chen Fan's eyes were like swords, staring at Ye Qiu sharply, and asked, "What is your name? Why didn't you appear next to Qi Tian before?"
"Because I just arrived." Ye Qiu looked at Chen Fan and said with a smile, "You want to know who I am, right? Then please prick up your ears and listen carefully. Don't be scared."
