If the opponent only has one half-step god expert, he still has a small chance of saving his life. But at the same time, facing two half-step god experts and an even more terrifying real god expert, he has almost given up the idea of escaping.
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Thinking of this, Ye Fan stopped talking or thinking about any tricks. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trick became a bubble in the air and was vulnerable to a blow.
However, Ye Fan was not willing to surrender like this. He rolled his eyes, spotted an opening, waved his hands, and the silk light flowed like a wave, covering the three people in front of him. However, he himself unfolded the seven-star footwork and escaped outwards.
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But even though he knew that the scribe in green snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves, all the attacks from Ye Fan went into his Qiankun sleeves.
Then the Tsing Yi scribe let out another long laugh, and his body turned into a blue shadow and rose into the sky. He turned gracefully in the air, waved his sleeves, and six green lights shot out from it, like a huge octopus waving its arms and legs, stretching and contracting.
Sometimes straight and sometimes curved, winding and winding, reaching everywhere.
Ye Fan ran for a long time, turned around and saw that the six green awns were in front of him. He was startled. He no longer cared about running, and flew up. He shot like the wind and met the six green awns. Unexpectedly, the green awns were
It has the overlapping power of the Tsing Yi scribe.
Although he was dragged by Ye Fan, his momentum was still unabated. The tail of the green light circled in the air, like two shadow whips, and hit Ye Fan's cheeks with a "slap". Ye Fan was dizzy and dizzy.
The wheelchair was in front of him.
In an instant, all kinds of messy thoughts poured out of his mind, and a strange color appeared on Ye Fan's livid face. At this time, the three of them were getting closer and closer, knowing that there was no hope of escape, so they simply
He turned around, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Why do you guys have to work so hard? Just give up!"
As soon as Ye Fan said these words, not only the two half-step gods looked at each other for a moment, but also the scribe in green was shocked when he saw him surrendering so easily. However, he was not an ordinary person. After a moment, he smiled lightly and said:
"Now that you've admitted defeat, why don't you just surrender!"
Ye Fan stretched out his hands and said with a smile: "Please tie it, please tie it! I hope it's not too tight. I'm not afraid of anything, just afraid of pain! The cultivation level of everyone is much higher than that of me. Even if I fight to the death, I can't reach it."
If you don’t restrain your hands, then you are short-sighted!”
The blue-clothed scribe's eyebrows trembled a few times, and he suddenly sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you after you tie up your hands?"
Ye Fan smiled and said: "I'm afraid, I'm scared to death, but I know that you won't kill me, at least not for this moment. With your cultivation in the realm of gods, it is extremely easy to kill me. Once you take action, how can you let me
I want to survive, but you took action but didn't kill me. I guess you have something to ask of me!"
"Hmph, smart people never live long!" After hearing what Ye Fan said, the scholar in Tsing Yi didn't express anything. He snorted coldly: "Although I can't kill you, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is difficult to avoid.
Even if I don’t kill you, I still have to break your legs. How dare you run away after meeting me!”
He raised his hand and shouted: "Come here and be punished. If you let me take action, in addition to your legs, I will also have two hands."
Ye Fan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, okay, okay!" He said three words "ok" in a row, and then said in a deep voice, "I promise, if you dare to hurt me at all at this time, you will
What I want for you will definitely come to nothing, hum, if you don’t believe it, let’s give it a try!”
The Tsing Yi scribe's face twitched, and he suddenly smiled angrily: "Boy, how dare you be so mad at me, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?"
Ye Fan sneered and said: "Kill if you want. If I frown, you are the one who raised me!"
Seeing Ye Fan become so tough all of a sudden, the scholar in Tsing Yi was really surprised and had a look of astonishment on his face.
After a while, he glanced at Ye Fan coldly and said nothing. Instead, he turned his hands over. After a flash of white light, a simple golden pot appeared on one palm, and an additional pot appeared on the other hand.
An exquisite white jade cup.
Then he lifted the golden pot and poured the green polar liquid into the jade cup. A rich and fragrant aroma instantly filled the entire cave. With a flick of his finger, the jade cup slid smoothly to Ye Fan.
"Drink it!" The young scribe stared at Ye Fan and said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan was shocked at first. He lowered his head and looked at the liquid in the jade cup, and felt horrified in his heart. Although the liquid was extremely fragrant, he didn't think it was some kind of panacea. It might be some kind of huge poison.
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How could he dare to drink this liquid without knowing the other party's intentions? As these thoughts flowed, Ye Fan showed hesitation on his face.
"Why, you don't want to drink it!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the scholar in green, as if he could see Ye Fan's thoughts, his expression suddenly sank, and he said coldly: "Afraid of what I will do in the jade liquid? Don't forget, I
If I really want to take your life, it’s just a snap of my fingers!”
After saying this, the scribe in green turned to look at the man in white who had been standing next to him with a silver hat on his head, and said, "Give him ten breaths. If he doesn't drink the jade liquid, you will kill him!"
"No!" The man in white with a silver hat suddenly took a step toward Ye Fan. Just one step, and he was two feet away. Another step, and he was already four feet away. At first, he was walking, but in the blink of an eye, he was running.
, from a human figure, to a stream of light, from thick to light, suddenly disappearing, disappearing into the air.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan paled for a moment, but he looked at the jade cup in front of him and said bravely: "Even if you kill me, I also want to understand first, what will happen after drinking this cup of jade liquid?"
What are the consequences? Otherwise, I would rather die."
The other party wanted him to drink the liquid. It became increasingly obvious that this intention was not well-intentioned, and Ye Fan became suspicious.
Seeing that Ye Fan was really so stubborn, the scholar in Tsing Yi seemed a little surprised again, his face immediately turned cold, and his body exuded a gloomy aura.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat, and the heavenly energy in his body moved instantly, and he stared at the opponent cautiously.
After a while, the scholar in blue frowned and his expression softened again.
"It seems that if you don't tell the truth, you will really die." After pondering for a while, the scribe in green said in a deep voice: "This kind of green flame liquid is not a huge poison, but a spiritual substance."
liquid.
For those who drink this liquid for the first time, it is very likely to stimulate the Tianyuan in the body and break through the bottleneck of cultivation. Of course, in addition to this function, this spiritual liquid also has other effects. Those effects are what I want.
, I can’t say it out loud, let’s just say it here, if you still insist on not drinking this liquid, you should also know the consequences!”
After hearing these words, Ye Fan's expression changed several times. When he knew that the jade liquid was not the venom he had guessed, he breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, he said dryly: "It seems that I have no other choice?
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"Hehe! It's good to know!" The scholar in Tsing Yi sneered, but he told him calmly.
Although Ye Fan had already guessed the consequences, after hearing these words, his face still twitched. After thinking about it for a short while, Ye Fan's uncertain expression faded and he took a deep breath and said: "Okay,
I drink!".
"Sure enough, you are very knowledgeable, and you saved me a lot of trouble!" Upon hearing this, the scribe in Tsing Yi suddenly showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Damn it, the situation is like this, given the choice, will the young master give in so easily?" Ye Fan cursed secretly in his heart, and saw him pointing a finger into the jade cup with one hand, and a blue light flashed.
The green liquid in the cup automatically turned into a line of water and flew into his mouth. Ye Fan didn't even taste it, and the liquid went straight into his stomach.
"Okay, this is a wise choice!" The scribe in Tsing Yi beamed with joy.
Ye Fan drank up the jade liquid in the glass in one breath. Unexpectedly, just after a while, he felt dizzy. He looked up, his eyes were hazy, and the sky was spinning. The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled and looked at his face, a hint of gloom flashed across his face.
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Ye Fan felt something was wrong and wanted to ask questions and curse, but his eyelids slowly became heavy. He suddenly tilted to the left and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
In a daze, the aroma of medicine spreads through my nose, and the words of people in my ears are heard.
Ye Fan was slightly conscious. He opened his eyes and looked around. It was dark all around. The stone walls were dense and shimmering with bright water. Yellow moss crawled out from the cracks in the stones. Thick moisture surrounded his body. It penetrated into his skin and made him feel cold.
It was so heartbreaking that I couldn't help but shudder.
While he was trembling, he suddenly felt something heavy on his body. When he took a closer look, he found that he was actually carrying an extremely heavy iron shackle.
Ye Fan was shocked and angry. He knew what was happening. He thought it was the tactics of the Tsing Yi scribes. He didn't know what they wanted to get from him through such a big move.
At this time, people were talking again. Ye Fan listened carefully. The voice was very familiar to him. It was the Great Elder. There was a hint of anger in his suppressed tone: "...We are all here, what else do you want?"
Suddenly someone else snorted and said: "This is "The Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword"? Humph, it's only a mere ninth level, only enough to cultivate to the realm of gods. Aren't you afraid of desecrating the Holy Ancestor of the Holy Land?" There was a hint of gentleness in his voice.
Being dignified and domineering.
""The Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword"?" Ye Fan was startled, and then became extremely confused. He thought to himself: "How did they get the "Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword"? Doesn't the world have a copy of the original in its hands?"
When he listened again, he heard the elder snort and said angrily: "Why don't you talk so little about the saints and ancestors with this family leader? Don't use them to pressure me. This family leader also did this kind of thing back then. This picture
The manuscript is so messed up that no one can understand it, and everything seems to be in a daze, but that kid is inside, and he will know it as soon as he asks."
Another person sneered and said: "That kid is very naughty. After confronting the Holy Ancestor for a long time, he didn't utter a single word about "The Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword". The Holy Ancestor said, lock him up first, it will make him ill."
Embarrassingly, temper his temperament, and then pursue "The Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword" from him."
The elder was silent for a while, then hesitantly said: "If this boy is really the person who entered the cemetery and survived, he can be considered a descendant of our Huangfu family, and he is of the same bloodline as us. Is it too much to treat him like this?"
"You are said to be as stupid as a pig, but you still don't admit it." The other person said solemnly, "Don't forget how you treated his father and how you treated him. Let's not talk about the time you sent people to hunt him down.
He has been drifting in the mainland all year round and suffered a lot.
Just say that you forced him to fake his death and put him in the tomb, and then destroyed his cultivation and imprisoned him for hundreds of years. It would be better to die with bones. If this kid is really the person who was put in the tomb, he
Once you get out of trouble, you will be in big trouble. If you fall into the hands of that little thief in the future, needless to say, hehe..."
The meaning of the words is unclear!
"I was confused!" The great elder laughed and said, "No wonder when I saw that little thief that day, I felt a little familiar. It turned out to be the little bastard who was lucky enough not to die back then. I don't know what happened to this little bastard."
What a piece of shit, not only did he survive his death in the tomb, but he also got rid of the body of a useless spirit. No wonder the ancestors in the Holy Land regard him as a treasure..."
When Ye Fan heard this, he really couldn't bear it anymore and shouted suddenly: "You old man, you still dare to call me a little bastard. Once I get out of trouble, I will crush you to ashes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound, and the stone wall was lifted open. The great elder and the old man in nondescript clothes who were standing next to the scribe in green walked in.
The old man was smiling, and his eyes were like two thin slits, twinkling with light.
The great elder, however, was as solemn as the head of the family. He looked at Ye Fan and said, "Did you wake up so soon? Well, you are truly worthy of being a treasure!"
When Ye Fan saw the great elder looking like he was in need of a beating, he was furious and took a sip. He only regretted that at this moment, his whole body was restrained and bound with fine iron. He couldn't reach far, otherwise he would definitely kill this old guy.
Not a good death.
I saw the great elder walked in front of Ye Fan, smiled slightly, and sighed leisurely: "I don't testify in front of real people. The matter is now at this point, and my nephew should understand what I mean. All I need is you to say "The Record of the Heaven-Defying Sword" obediently.
All the secrets, I promise, I will let you go immediately."
Ye Fan snorted coldly when he heard this, and said calmly: "The Sky-Defying Sword is my second uncle's famous skill. Don't say that I don't know the skills of the "Tian-Defying Sword Record" at all. Even if I know it, you can't even expect it from this young master's mouth.
I know half a word."
The great elder shook his head indifferently and said with a smile: "My nephew, are you still arguing with me? Just look at what this is!" Before he finished speaking, the great elder already had a stack of worn leather books in his hands.
, and there are several pieces of yellow paper with different root colors and different materials.
The old man who was looking around at this moment carefully took these things from the hands of the great elder and opened them one by one. The great elder held a pen in his hand and opened the paper scroll and animal skin with the other hand, and read the words on the paper scroll and animal skin.
They were all copied.
There were only a few lines of words on each piece of paper. No one knew what was written on it. They both had heavy expressions on their faces and did not dare to make any carelessness.
After a cup of tea, the old man sighed and said: "You and I have worked hard for decades and spent tens of thousands of people searching for all the ancient tombs, but we can only get these. This time, even the ancestors of the Holy Land invited us
It's out, I hope..." He coughed lightly and stopped talking, with a slight worry between his eyebrows.
The elder smiled, pointed at Ye Fan and said: "Such a harvest is not small. Now that we add him, are we still worried about not being able to fulfill the will of the ancestor of the Holy Land!"