The woman with a knife turned her head and looked at Song Hongyan.
The sound is mechanically free of emotion and has no tone, and it sounds very strange.
Then, she drifted away like a phantom. At first glance, there was only her long hair in the air.
Ye Fan almost passed by his thunder in his palm.
Playing a female ghost doesn't require makeup at all.
The woman carrying a knife did not walk too far.
When Ye Fan was about to disappear from his vision, she knocked on the window of a small attic.
Then she spoke loudly: "Tangren Tu, a guest is visiting."
Then he disappeared, not sure where he went.
Ye Fan and Song Hongyan opened their mouths slightly, this woman was too weird.
"Swoosh!"
With the report of the woman carrying a knife, the closed attics around her were all open.
More than ten figures flashed like ghosts, standing behind a bell-beating in the yard.
A momentum that is beyond ordinary people's imagination is pressed by thunder like a thunderous thunder that strikes the bell.
The bell was hitting without wind, and it tilted slightly, and the hole on the vertical ground was obliquely facing Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
Song Hongyan immediately felt a strong aura, pressing on her chest like a huge rock.
The indescribable suffocation choked her throat tightly!
Song Hongyan felt like she was about to vomit blood.
I'm going, so many local experts?
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, and he stood in front of Song Hongyan, swept his left arm and endured the pressure of more than a dozen people.
But he couldn't withstand the pressure from the other party.
Especially the momentum erupts through the bell, it is as difficult to breathe as if the rivers pour out.
"Um--"
When Ye Fan felt his whole body burst, Song Hongyan also coughed, her face pale and took a few steps back.
You can bully me, but you can't bully my daughter.
Ye Fan bit his teeth and pinched a silver needle with his left hand to cover up: "Take me one!"
"Swoosh--"
The dragon-slaying technique flashed through the silver needle.
The next second, a loud bang of the bell broke into two directly.
A momentum condensed in the bell knocking out also exploded like a dust explosion.
boom--
In the earth-shaking loud noise, huge air waves were rushing around.
The faces of more than a dozen figures changed drastically, and they retreated like birds.
But although they were fast enough, they were still affected by the waves of air.
The bodies of more than a dozen people shook slightly, and their bodies evacuated calmly became slightly messy.
Then they fell three or four meters in the air, but fortunately they turned their waists in time to stabilize.
Finally, more than a dozen people fell and half knelt on the ground.
Their originally indifferent and mechanical eyes lit up.
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 frustrated Song Hongyan and looked at the thirteen people: "Even if you are experts in the realm of the earth!"
Seeing this, the thirteen people's eyes narrowed, and they shot up, pounced towards Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
The thirteen people were not only amazing, but also cooperated with each other and charged like a single person.
The front and left and right sides were tightly sealed, covering Ye Fan like a pocket.
Once caught in, his pocket would put Ye Fan and Song Hongyan in, making them unable to control their life and death anymore.
"Swish--"
Ye Fan protected Song Hongyan with his right hand, and raised his left hand and two dragon-slaying techniques flew out with the silver needle.
Two rays of light crossed and flashed away.
The rotating 'pocket' suddenly felt the fierce murderous intent.
As long as they move forward a little more, they may lose their lives.
This made them subconsciously retreat.
"Puff!"
Just as they dodged backwards, there were two sharp sounds at the left and right tops of the hall.
Two more holes!
This surprised and thankful to the thirteen.
If you take a step further, I guess many of them will have an extra blood hole.
"Swoosh--"
Before Ye Fan could be so happy that he could intimidate them, he felt a gust of wind above his head.
Ye Fan, who was protecting Song Hongyan, instinctively looked up and looked up.
Almost he narrowed his eyes, and a long knife fell silently.
It is as fast as a meteor, and it arrives in a blink of an eye.
Ye Fan, who used the dragon-slaying technique, had no time to counterattack or avoid it, so he could only watch the tip of the knife approaching.
The cold light suddenly increased, and Ye Fan's eyes quickly filled.
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 is broken and floats in two pieces.
Ye Fan condensed into a ray of light and stared at the tip of the knife.
Above, the woman in black hung like a bat, holding a long sword and pointing at Ye Fan.
Seeing Ye Fan calmly, a trace of movement was rarely seen on the mechanically-like face of the woman in black.
She didn't seem to have expected that Ye Fan would face her knife tip so calmly.
You should know that whether it is an enemy or a companion from the Shrine, she can't stand the murderous intent when the tip of her knife is approaching half a meter, and will instinctively avoid it or block the grid.
This is like a drowning person's conditioned reflex struggle.
But unexpectedly, Ye Fan let the tip of the knife reach one centimeter.
This strength has to surprise her.
The others were also stunned. This kid trusts the woman in black so much and won’t kill him?
You know, if she fell another inch of the tip of the knife, Ye Fan would get the lunch box.
However, everyone soon remembered that Ye Fan had forced them to retreat with one move.
In their opinion, Ye Fan is not an adventurer. The reason why he lets the tip of the knife reach his eyes is that he has the ability to control the entire venue.
Thinking of this, they felt stormy again.
This kid is so evil, can he fight back and protect his life by one centimeter?
It seems that this is the strength of the Heavenly Realm.
Thinking of this, they stopped the idea of attacking Ye Fan again, so as not to be beaten by Ye Fan to bring shame to himself.
"No, not bad, the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave."
At this moment, a thick and low voice came from the attic.
"It can resolve the joint attacks of thirteen masters in one move, and can face the invincible Taoist qi of the sword girl..."
The other party sighed: "Doctor Ye, you are not simple."
"Senior has been awarded too much!"
Ye Fan squeezed out a smile and looked at the tip of the knife intently:
"This is not how powerful I am, but you have no intention of killing people for seniors."
He smiled: "So I believe you will stop at the right time."
The woman in black took back her long knife after hearing this, and disappeared without a trace like a wisp of black smoke.
The thirteen masters were slightly weaker, as if they had been broken.
Then, the woman in black appeared near the attic, holding an apple and gnawing.
The thirteen masters and the people in the attic said nothing.
Then, a sincere praise came from the attic:
"So young, so extraordinary, so courageous, and so modest, Doctor Ye, you are very good."
"No wonder Tang Pingfan admires you so much."
"You are indeed a rare talent and a good son-in-law."
Speaking of this, he changed his subject: "Let's retreat, this is Mr. Song and Doctor Ye, not the enemy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure from the thirteen masters disappeared like a tide.
They also continued to retreat and returned to their positions.
When passing by the woman in black, she slowed down slightly and kept a distance of about two meters.
The woman in black had no expression from beginning to end, but just chewing on the apple.
Song Hongyan took a step forward and shouted: "Song Hongyan has met all seniors."
"Miss Song, don't be too polite, just tell me your intention."
The person in the attic smiled faintly: "It is not convenient for you and Doctor Ye to stay for a long time in the place of cultivation."
"Senior Tang Rentu, I want to control the three branches of the Tang Sect, and I want to reintegrate the Sansha Tang Sect."
Song Hongyan took a few steps forward, and did not look at the attic, but bowed to the woman in black:
"I want to get the full support of the Tangmen Sutra Pavilion!"
The whole audience was instantly silent.
The woman in black also stopped moving and looked up in surprise.
Song Hongyan took another step forward: "Hongyan has seen a senior who slaughtered him!"
"Hahaha……"
The woman in black withdrew her surprise and showed a hint of interest: "Ms. Song, how did you recognize me?"