"Sister, Xiaofan killed two ferocious beasts, extracted the essence and blood, and gave them to you, so your health will improve." Yue Linglong explained.
"A ferocious beast?"
"Yes, there are ferocious beasts in the Shiwanda Mountains, the Kunlun Mountains, the Qinling Mountains and even in many primeval forests in Zhongzhou. They are much more ferocious and powerful than ordinary beasts."
Su Muyu was surprised and said: "It can't be that he has become a spirit."
Ye Fan added: "Isn't it true? Some of them can still speak human words."
Su Muyu chuckled twice, but did not take it seriously, thinking that Mark Ye was joking with him again.
"Sister, how do you feel about your body?"
"Great!" Su Muyu and the three of them looked at each other and were all very happy.
They seemed to have endless energy, and their whole bodies felt warm and comfortable.
Ye Fan guessed that the effect of the Beast King's essence and blood has not yet been fully exerted, and as time goes by, it is slowly improving the physical fitness of the sisters.
With the essence and blood of the Beast King laying the foundation, it will be easier to swallow the peerless medicine in the future, and life will not be worse than death.
"Sister, you have so much energy now, why not learn some kung fu from Linglong."
"Learn Kung Fu?" Su Muyu and Xia Yaoguang looked stunned.
Han Bing immediately echoed: "Okay, okay, the world will be in chaos soon, it is very necessary to learn some self-defense skills. Sister, you are right."
Su Muyu laughed and said, "Just think of it as exercise. I didn't expect Linglong to know kung fu."
"Sister, my kung fu is very powerful. Come with me and I will teach you well. I will be very strict."
Yue Linglong left with her sisters.
Ye Fan informed Xing Tian to come over, and then the two of them left the capital on a fighter plane.
Two hours later.
The fighter plane landed within the territory of the Temple of Martial Arts.
Wu Shentong fell, and Ye Fan wanted to come and see what happened. He still didn't believe that a hero like Wu Shentong would fall.
"who!"
From the dilapidated Tongtian Peak, several giants rushed out.
Elderly person.
The current Temple of Martial Arts can be described as a turbulent place, with soldiers everywhere.
Whenever there is any disturbance, I will be alarmed, worried that the zombie organization will come again.
Moreover, without the Wushen Tong in charge, the strength of the Wushen Temple has been greatly reduced, and its reputation as "the number one sect in the martial arts world" can no longer be maintained.
In the current martial arts world, the leader of the Lishen Sect, Li Mo, is the most respected, and he was appointed by the elder of Longge Pavilion, so his position is unshakable.
"it's me."
Ye Fan walked out of the cabin.
Several elders were surprised and said: "Ye Fan, what are you doing here!"
White clothes and silver hair, Ye Fan's symbol, has been famous since his time in Beihuang, and is known to all the martial arts circles.
"Several elders, I am very sad about the death of Wu Sheng. I came here to express my condolences and offer a stick of incense to Wu Sheng."
"I wonder if that's okay?"
Several elders looked at each other and nodded.
Ancestral Tomb of the Martial God Temple.
Buried here are the historical masters and elders of the Martial Arts Temple.
In front of one of the huge and luxurious tombs, two young men, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt on the ground and burned yellow watches.
It was Wu Lingjun and Xiao Wu Wang Yu Hong.
"Brother Ye, why are you here?" Yu Hong was shocked when she saw Ye Fan arriving.
But I soon felt relieved.
Strong people cherish each other.
Ye Fan came to pay homage.
Wu Lingjun looked back, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.
Speaking of which, he and Ye Fan had some disputes, and they had a huge fight at the Beihuang Ancient Ruins, facing each other to the death.
At that time, he and Ye Fan could still have a fight.
But now...
Ye Fan did not hide it, and his strong aura circulated.
The power of giants.
Wu Lingjun's eyes were dim, the gap between him and Ye Fan had become too wide.
He is a monster, and Ye Fan is a genius!
They cannot be compared.
Coupled with the fall of Wu Shentong, Wu Lingjun was hit hardest, which was equivalent to losing a strong backer.
Wu Lingjun now has completely lost his temper.
Ye Fan saw this and felt very emotional. If Wu Lingjun continued to be so decadent, a generation of monsters would have fallen; it won't be long before the little King Wu will surpass him.
"What happened that day?"
"The Corpse Man organized twelve giants to besiege them, used the Earthly Branches Dragon Slaying Formation, and fought fiercely at Tongtian Peak; in the end, Tongtian Peak exploded, and the palace master killed eleven giants and also fell." An elder said with red eyes, sadly.
said.
"Did you see the body?"
"No."
"There is no body. We dug three feet and couldn't find it."
Ye Fan's eyes flashed.
There is indeed some doubt.
Judging from the elder's face, he probably didn't know, so Ye Fan didn't ask any more questions. He lit three sticks of incense and paid his respects.
He walked to the tombstone, put the incense in the incense burner, and said coldly: "You are such a waste."
Suddenly, the air became quiet.
"Without your spirit and sharpness, you have no backing, and no father who respects you as the Martial Saint. You are cowardly and evasive. Am I right?"
Ye Fan turned his head and stared at Wu Lingjun.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gradually turned red and he was burning with anger.
Several elders also looked ugly.
If Wu Shentong dies, then Wu Lingjun will take over. His strength is at the second level of Transformation Realm. He is very good and can be the master of the palace.
Ye Fan humiliating him like this is humiliating the Martial Arts Temple and slapping the entire Martial Arts Temple in the face.
It's simply too abominable.
He actually naively thought that Ye Fan came to pay homage, but in fact he came to trample on their dignity.