"Song Hongyan? The person in charge of the three branches?"
"Okay, let me tell Uncle Master Tu!"
The woman carrying the knife turned her head and glanced at Song Hongyan.
The voice is mechanical and emotionless, without any tone, and sounds very weird.
Then, she floated away like a phantom, and at first glance, only her long hair was visible in the air.
Ye Fan almost passed the thunder in his palm.
No makeup is needed to play the role of a female ghost.
The woman carrying the knife did not go far.
When Ye Fan was about to disappear from her sight, she knocked on the window of a small attic.
Then she said loudly: "Tang Rentu, there are guests visiting."
Then he disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know where he went.
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan opened their mouths slightly, this woman was too weird.
"Whoosh!"
Following the report of the woman carrying the knife, the closed attics all around opened.
More than a dozen figures appeared like ghosts, standing behind a bell in the courtyard.
A momentum beyond the imagination of ordinary people came like a thunderous thunder after the bell struck.
The clock struck automatically without wind, tilted slightly, and the hole vertical to the ground covered Ye Fan and Song Hongyan diagonally.
Song Hongyan immediately felt a strong aura pressing on her chest like a huge boulder.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation gripped her throat tightly!
Song Hongyan felt like she was going to vomit blood.
Let me go, so many realm masters?
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he hurriedly stood in front of Song Hongyan. He swept his left arm and withstood the pressure of more than a dozen people.
It's just that he couldn't withstand the combined pressure from the other party.
Especially the momentum that erupted through the bell ringing was like a river pouring down, making it difficult to breathe.
"Um--"
When Ye Fan felt that his whole body was about to explode, Song Hongyan also coughed and took a few steps back with a pale face.
You can bully me, but you can't bully my daughter.
Ye Fan bit his teeth and held up the silver needle with his left hand to cover up: "Take a needle from me!"
"Whoosh——"
The art of slaying dragons disappeared in the flash of a silver needle.
The next second, there was a loud bang as the bell struck, and it split into two pieces.
The momentum gathered in the bell-ringing also exploded like a dust explosion.
boom--
Amidst the earth-shattering noise, huge air waves impacted all around.
The faces of more than a dozen figures all changed drastically, and they retreated like birds.
But even though they were fast enough, they were still affected by the air waves.
The bodies of more than a dozen people swayed slightly, and their bodies that were evacuating calmly were slightly confused.
Then they fell three or four meters in mid-air. Fortunately, they twisted their waists in time to stabilize themselves.
Finally, more than a dozen people swooshed down and half-knelt on the ground.
Their originally indifferent and mechanical eyes brightened.
Everyone looked at Ye Fan and Song Hongyan in surprise.
"You can bully me, but you can't bully my wife!"
Ye Fan rubbed the depressed Song Hongyan and looked at the thirteen people: "Even if you are masters of the earth realm, you can't do it!"
Upon seeing this, the thirteen people's eyes narrowed, and they shot up and rushed toward Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
The thirteen people not only had amazing momentum, but also cooperated with each other tacitly, charging as if they were one person.
The front, left, right, and top have all been tightly sealed, covering Ye Fan like a pocket.
Once involved, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan will be put into the pocket, making them no longer able to control their own life and death.
"Whoosh——"
While Ye Fan was protecting Song Hongyan with his right hand, he raised his left hand and shot out two dragon-slaying skills with silver needles.
I saw two rays of light crossing each other and flashing away.
The 'pocket' that spun around suddenly felt a fierce killing intent.
If they move even one minute further, they may lose their lives.
This made them retreat subconsciously.
"Plop!"
Just as they were dodging backwards, there were two sharp sounds from the left and right tops of the hall.
There are two more holes!
This made all thirteen people surprised and happy.
If they were one step slower, many of them would probably have a bloody hole.
"Whoosh——"
Before Ye Fan was happy to deter them, he felt a strong wind above his head.
Ye Fan, who was protecting Song Hongyan, instinctively looked up.
Almost as soon as he narrowed his eyes, a long knife fell silently.
As fast as a shooting star, it will arrive in a blink of an eye.
Ye Fan, who used the dragon-slaying technique, had no time to fight back or dodge, and could only watch the tip of the knife approaching.
The cold light increased sharply and quickly filled Ye Fan's eyes.
Ye Fan remained motionless.
At the last moment, the cold light suddenly disappeared, and the tip of the knife stopped on Ye Fan's eyelashes.
One eyelash broke into two pieces and flew away.
Ye Fan condensed his eyes and stared at the tip of the knife.
Above, the woman in black was hanging in the air like a bat, holding a long knife and pointing at Ye Fan.
Seeing Ye Fan taking things calmly, the woman in black rarely showed a trace of emotion on her mechanical face.
She didn't seem to expect that Ye Fan would face the tip of her knife so calmly.
You must know that neither the enemy nor the companions of Zangjing Temple can bear the killing intent when the tip of her knife approaches half a meter, and will instinctively avoid or block.
This is like a drowning person's conditioned reflex to struggle.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan allowed the tip of the knife to reach just one centimeter.
This power had to surprise her.
The rest of the people were also dumbfounded. Does this guy really trust the woman in black not to kill?
You know, if she drops another inch of the knife tip, Ye Fan will receive the lunch box.
However, everyone soon remembered how powerful Ye Fan was in forcing them back with just one move.
In their opinion, Ye Fan is not a risk-taker. The reason why he allows the tip of the knife to reach his eyes is that he still has the ability to control the entire scene.
Thinking of this, their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Isn't this kid too evil? He can still fight back and protect his life from a centimeter away?
It seems that this is the strength of heaven.
Thinking of this, they stopped thinking about attacking Ye Fan again, so as not to be beaten by Ye Fan and humiliate themselves.
"Yes, yes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."
At this moment, a deep and deep voice came out from the attic.
"Being able to neutralize the joint attack of thirteen masters with one move, and being able to calmly face the invincible Dao of the Sword Girl..."
The other party sighed: "Doctor Ye, you are not simple."
"Senior, thank you!"
Ye Fan squeezed out a smile and stared at the tip of the knife:
"It's not that I'm great, it's that you, seniors, don't have the murderous intention."
He smiled and said, "So I believe you will finish it as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, the woman in black withdrew her long knife with a whoosh, and disappeared without a trace like a wisp of black smoke.
The momentum of the thirteen masters weakened slightly, as if a path had been broken.
Then, the woman in black appeared near the attic, holding an apple and gnawing on it.
The thirteen masters and the people in the attic didn't say anything.
Then, a heartfelt approval came from the attic:
"So young, so extraordinary, so courageous, and yet so humble, Doctor Ye, you are very good."
"No wonder Tang Pingfan admired you so much in the first place."
"You are indeed a rare talent and a good son-in-law."
At this point, he changed the topic: "Everyone, please step aside. These are Mr. Song and Doctor Ye, not enemies."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure from the thirteen masters disappeared like a tide.
They all retreated one after another and sat back in their seats.
When passing the woman in black, she slowed down slightly and kept a distance of about two meters.
The woman in black showed no expression at all from beginning to end, just nibbling on the apple.
Song Hongyan took a step forward at the right time and shouted: "Song Hongyan has met all the seniors."
"Miss Song, no need to be polite, just tell me your purpose of coming."
The person in the attic smiled faintly: "It is not convenient for you and Doctor Ye to stay in the Qingxiu place for a long time."
"Senior Tu of the Tang Dynasty, I want to control the three branches of the Tang Clan, and I want to reunite the scattered Tang Clan."
Song Hongyan took a few steps forward. Instead of looking at the attic, she bowed to the woman in black and said:
"I want to get the full support of Tangmen Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"
The whole place fell into dead silence for a moment.
The woman in black also stopped moving and raised her head in surprise.
Song Hongyan took a step forward again: "Hongyan has seen people slaughter seniors!"
"Hahaha……"
The woman in black retracted her surprise and showed a hint of interest:
