Hearing this, even with Ye Fan's ability, he was not moved: "You are so young and see the world so clearly. It is definitely not a good sign. If you commit suicide, you will be fearless. If you are fearless, you will be less prepared. That's why you can defeat powerful enemies.
Beware of villains."
Lahan smiled and turned around, then suddenly turned back and said, "Sir, Lahan has a question."
Ye Fan said: "But it doesn't hurt to ask."
Lahan said with a strange look on his face: "May I ask where you are from, sir? I'm sure you are not from the Haoyuan world!"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows sharply and said coldly: "The stormy sea stretches hundreds of millions of miles across, and there are more than tens of thousands of floating continents on it. If I had stayed on every continent, and you ask me where I came from now, it might not be possible."
Lahan wondered: "Don't you have a mother land?"
"Motherland." Ye Fan's expression dimmed, "It does exist, but even if I say it, you don't know. Hey, in the world, no matter which continent I am on, I am a wandering foreigner."
Lahan was confused when he heard this, not knowing what Ye Fan meant by this sentence, but he never imagined that Ye Fan came from another dimension!
"Sir, please rest first, Lahan has gone!" Lahan bowed, opened the door, plunged into the boundless darkness, and walked away leisurely.
It's another early morning, the red sun rises high, and the sumptuous breakfast on the table is already cold.
Lahan muttered softly: "What's wrong with you today? Why don't you come out yet!"
He couldn't help but walked to the room where Ye Fan was, pushed a crack in the door, and peeked in. He couldn't help but be stunned. He saw that the room was empty and there was no one. The quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and there was a crystal on it.
A clear general order and a letter.
Lahan was shocked, and quickly pushed the door in, opened the letter, and saw Ye Fan's handwriting on it: I have something important to do, so I had to leave without saying goodbye. I will give you the order. I hope you will take care of yourself and bring it back to me.
You must take good care of those seven children.
Although they are all orphans, they have excellent muscles and bones. Under their desks, there are martial arts secret books and a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" that I prepared for them. If they succeed in their practice, everyone can become a general who can defeat ten thousand. You
If you want to cause trouble, you can reuse the beast fighters such as Dead End. Those people should be considered loyal and brave. They pause repeatedly and don't know what to say. The gatherings and separations in life are like morning dew...
Lahan stared at it for a long time, then let go of his hand, and the letter fell in the wind.
After Ye Fan planted a seed to unify the continent, he turned south and walked for more than a month. He saw the sea in the distance. The villages on the seaside had been burned by wars and had long been dilapidated.
Feeling that the villages here were dilapidated and uninhabitable, Ye Fanfu headed south along the coast again.
A few days later, as he gradually went deeper into the Gobi desert, he saw many pointed stone towers standing in the sea of sand. There was a miserable wind on all sides, like a ghost crying. Ye Fan picked a piece of sand and stone, took a knife and carved it into a human figure, but it turned out to be a statue with slender eyebrows like an angel.
Woman, he stared at her for a long time, then put the stone statue on his body and put it away.
He also carved stone statues of several women, all of whom were his close friends. He carved stone statues all the way south, no matter how the wind blew the quicksand, he didn't care, and the blue moonlight dragged out slender shadows behind him.
After living in a small town for several months, Ye Fan took a boat and arrived near the river bend. The fleets of the two countries were fighting fiercely. More than a thousand warships with hundreds of oars were rising and falling, like giant insects, on the blood-colored mirror.
Climbing and winding, the merchant ships rested in the inlet for a few days to avoid the flames of the war. They waited until the fighting subsided before starting again.
In the evening of the next day, Ye Fan finally arrived at his destination, the Shengya Dynasty, which was one of the four major dynasties in the Haoyuan world. If he wanted to solve the seal on his body, he had to find a cultivator, but the little princes
There are very few warriors in Gulian, and it is even less likely that cultivators exist, and even if they do exist, they must be practicing in seclusion in deep mountains and old forests. How can he find them?
Therefore, it was the best choice to go directly to the big country to search. He really didn't believe that there would really be no cultivators in this Haoyuan world! There was some big secret hidden in Dingyin.
Although he had no intention of digging out this secret, now he needed to find cultivators and ask them to help him break his seal.
Without borrowing external force, with the durability of this seal, even after decades, there is still no possibility for him to regain his strength. Ye Fan would not let this happen to him no matter what.
Because he still has many things to deal with now, he must find a way to break the seal in the shortest possible time.
But when he thought about the situation on this continent, he didn't know whether he should be happy for himself or feel sad for himself.
If an ordinary person is blocked due to his strength and comes to such a continent without cultivators, that person may feel lucky because in this way, he can protect himself to a greater extent.
Even a cultivator without heavenly power or elemental power can dominate and do whatever he wants in front of ordinary warriors by just using the power of the body.
But Ye Fan vaguely felt that in this peaceful continent without cultivators, there must be a huge crisis hidden. If he did not restore his strength, he would not have the slightest ability to resist before such a crisis comes.
Therefore, in order to regain his strength, he must use all means, think of every possible way, and devise hundreds of tricks to force out the low-level cultivators hidden behind this continent.
Then through them, he would get on the line with those high-level cultivators, but he could only see those high-level cultivators. With Ye Fan's wit and methods, he would always be able to convince them and let them help him break the ghost seal in his body.
Ye Fan flew all the way to the Shengya Dynasty, but when he was still about a hundred miles away from the Shengya capital, a faint smell of blood suddenly entered his nose. Ye Fan frowned, thought for a while, and stopped.
Surrounded by mountains, a stream slowly flowed out, but the stream was red, deep red. The smell of blood came from the stream. Going up the stream, Ye Fan soon discovered something
A floating corpse floated down from above. The corpse was covered with wounds and was somewhat swollen from being soaked in the stream.
"Is it a war or a thief?" Ye Fan stepped forward faster. As he went up, there were more and more corpses. There were also many towering ancient trees on both sides of the stream that had been broken horizontally, as if they had been swept by a typhoon. Obviously, there had been a lot of trouble here.
war.
"Livestock, beasts, are you here to get rid of thieves, or are you here to do evil!" A female voice came from the front, the voice was full of despair and anger, and the faint crying voice made Ye Fan feel slightly.
Trembling, his feet quickened his pace.
At a corner, Ye Fan saw a shocking scene. A beautiful woman was being pinned to the ground by four dark-faced soldiers, and the clothes on her chest had been torn apart.
, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and the pink skirt was also lifted...
A young man in royal robes in front of her said with an evil smile full of lust: "I led the troops to wipe out the bandits here today. Of course I have to enjoy the fruits of victory now!"
Well, he has already untied his imperial robe.
There were more than a hundred soldiers guarding him, including several first-rate military generals. However, facing this tragic scene, some of them were dissatisfied, but they turned their heads to the side helplessly, and some were completely indifferent.
, it seems that this kind of thing has become commonplace.
"The legal system is not constrained effectively. These shameless men with military power, relying on being far away from home with no one to supervise them, are really ten times more abominable than thieves." Seeing the young man, he was about to thrust the object he was proud of into the ground.
Within the woman's body, Ye Fan shouted coldly: "Stop!"
Everyone looked up, and the young man glanced at it, his face suddenly flashed with a trace of evil spirit, and he said with a sneer: "Okay, okay, here comes someone who is not afraid of death. Hehe, I didn't expect that there are still people in this world who imitate heroes and save beauties. I
I'm afraid that if you fail to save the beauty, you will end up dead in the wilderness."
The young man gave a slight signal, and the two soldiers surrounding him drew their swords out of their sheaths, aimed at Ye Fan, and slashed at him suddenly.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Ye Fan glared at this man coldly, moved his body, and suddenly pressed a steel knife from the hand of a soldier next to him. He held the knife in his right hand and waved it lightly, and a green light flew from the knife.
He came out and quickly circled around the soldiers who rushed forward.
"I don't want to kill anyone anymore. Leave that bullshit prince behind and let everyone else go!" Ye Fan looked at the soldiers who were coming towards him with disdain and continued to walk forward without any warning of their upcoming attack.
Keep it in mind.
Suddenly, the soldiers were neatly divided in half from head to toe one after another, and fell to the ground one after another, with fear and confusion in their eyes.
Seeing this scene, everyone took a breath of air-conditioning. The power of this man had exceeded their imagination. Apart from shock, every surviving soldier felt only a trace of luck. Fortunately, they did not take action just now.
After fighting like this for a while, the place suddenly became quiet. This is really outrageous. There were so many people around, and Ye Fan only made one move, and it actually scared hundreds of soldiers and they didn't dare to take action. I think it was
A soldier who was not afraid of death first shouted: "Kill!"
This sound of killing aroused the fighting spirit of all the soldiers, and dozens of them rushed forward together.
"There really are some people who are not afraid of death!" Without saying a word, Ye Fan raised his right hand, and the knife in his palm whirled around. An unparalleled sword energy came out of his hand and slashed straight towards the young man. More than a dozen people blocked the prince.
The soldier in front of him shouted loudly, and at the same time he took action to resist Ye Fan's sword energy.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's sword not only smashed the steel knives of more than ten people, but also sent them flying. The energy of the sword still continued to attack the prince with unabated force.
"Bold!" The military commander who had been guarding the prince's invisible movements screamed. When he jumped forward, the spear in his hand was already released. The pounding sword energy hit the military commander's spear, blasting out waves of air, almost
The generals were also blown away.
"Your Excellency, he is the prince of the Shengya Dynasty. Please leave quickly. Do you want to make an enemy of the entire dynasty in order to save a strange woman?" The general said with a trembling voice as a stream of blood came out of the corner of his mouth.
"Four generals, listen to the order and kill this guy for me!" The prince was so shocked by Ye Fan's sword that he looked panicked. He only asked the generals around him to kill Ye Fan, so he didn't wait for Ye Fan.
Whenever someone opened his mouth, he shouted.
"Take the order!" I saw four figures suddenly flashing out. When they reappeared, they were already carrying the supreme sword energy and struck Ye Fan heavily.
Ye Fan held a steel knife in his right hand. He smiled and said nothing. He stood still and waited for a sword-wielding man behind him to attack. He quickly stretched out his left palm backwards and held it accurately.
On the handle of the knife, the sword-wielding general had no time to let go, but his palm and the handle were actually broken off by Ye Fan.
Looking at the general who was holding his broken arm and howling miserably, Ye Fan frowned and kicked him away, but his life was spared. Then the steel knife was handed out again, laying down a curtain of swords, and the besieging armor came up.
The soldiers were slashed by the sword, and all of them were cut in half, blocking the offensive behind them.
Then he faced the other three generals again. As the swords were flying, silhouettes of figures were seen flying out with blood mist. When the swords and sword shadows stopped, the three generals were hit by hundreds of knives and lay in a pool of blood. Among them
When a general was dying, with blood in his mouth, he stared at Ye Fan and said: "You are the one of the Four Saints..." Before he could say the word, he tilted his head and fell to the ground.
"Four Saints?" Ye Fan sneered in his heart, "What nonsense are the Four Saints? I have never seen them before!"
But Ye Fan didn't know that the internal strength of these three generals was at the top, and they were the first-class strong men in the country. However, they died within two moves of fighting with him. Doesn't that mean that Ye Fan's internal strength was already at the top?
He is also top-notch, what is he if he is not a martial saint?
Seeing that the four generals present died like this, and then thinking about Ye Fan's terrifying methods, at this moment, no matter how unafraid of death, no matter how brave the soldiers were to kill the enemy, they would not dare to move forward.
If one of you is going to die, what's the use of ten million of you if you're not afraid of death?
They were still surrounded, but there was no movement at all. People turned into clay sculptures, looking at Ye Fan in the field with fearful expressions. No matter how angry the prince was, they would never dare to take action against Ye Fan again.
The prince, who had been yelling for a while to no avail, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Fan.
"You insist on my death?" He roared with red eyes and a slightly ferocious expression, "I am the prince of the Shengya Dynasty!".
"Prince, hum! That's even more damnable!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Hoo...ho...ho...if I die, you have to be buried with me!" Prince Shengya roared like a tiger, and his whole body began to swell, and he who was originally weak suddenly became a
A sturdy man over eight feet tall.
Due to the sudden expansion, the clothes on his body were shattered into pieces, dancing around like butterflies. His muscles were bulging and veins were exposed, and he stood in front of several people like a Big Mac.
.
"Crazy hair? Or transformation?" Ye Fan frowned. He actually felt a slight fluctuation of heavenly power in the prince's body after his transformation. This made him secretly happy. It seemed that in the Shengya Dynasty, there really was no one like this.
There are cultivators.
After the transformation, the prince roared crazily and walked slowly towards Ye Fan step by step. This transformation method was taught to him by a god-like figure he met before. According to that person,
Once he activates this transformation, he will become a powerful martial saint, and it will be difficult to hurt him at all.
This is also the fundamental reason for his rampage in the Shengya Dynasty. However, this method of transformation cannot be maintained for a long time because it consumes very much vitality. Therefore, after the prince mutated, he wanted to kill him as quickly as possible.
Ye Fan.
"Who taught you this forbidden technique? Tell me and I will make you immortal!" Ye Fan's message suddenly appeared in the prince's ears.
"Who taught this? You have no right to know, and there is no need to know. You will definitely die anyway!" Prince Shengya was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head, looked at Mark, and said viciously: "Arrogant bastard
, you go to hell for me!”.
"Arrogant!" Ye Fan sneered: "This word seems to be more relevant to you, but you didn't say it, then let's see who will die!" Yao Fan smiled faintly, and flashed with a ray of sword light.
Faintly shooting towards Prince Shengya.
The speed of this sword light was not very fast, and even Prince Shengya could clearly see the light approaching him little by little, but he was frightened, more frightened than ever before.
Because he found that his body seemed to be restrained, and he couldn't control it at all. Watching the light approaching little by little, he couldn't even move his little finger, and watched helplessly as the sword light penetrated.
Within his own body, he then disappeared.
Prince Shengya felt a sudden surge in his chest, and then he let out a miserable groan, and was thrown into the air. When he looked down again, he saw a huge knife mark stretching from his right arm to his left abdomen, and blood was pouring from his chest.
And out.
"Who are you? It's impossible, you can't kill me!" Prince Shengya's face changed drastically. He stared at the wound in disbelief. A lifeless energy rushed from the bottom of his heart, wanting to break through his chest. His face was full of
He was in disbelief: "I won't rest in peace! Who are you!" After saying this, a large amount of blood suddenly gushes out of his mouth, his head tilted, and he hung down softly.
"If there really is a ghost king in the underworld, you can go there and check it after you die!" Ye Fan glanced at the dead Prince Shengya coldly, stood up slowly, with determination in his eyes, looking at the soldiers present, coldly
Said: "As a soldier, if you don't disturb the people, but prey on them, you really deserve to die!"