Chapter four hundred and ninety first: Tell the truth after drinking
After nightfall, a maid knocked on the courtyard door and said, "Master, the master of the house wants you to have dinner."
"I know, I'll come right away." Zhao Fan replied from afar, then went to take a shower, then bravely went to the head of the family's mansion in front.
"Can you drink?"
Zhao Yan first filled a glass for himself.
"As a man, drinking from a cup is too petty." Zhao Fan directly pointed his palm towards the wine jar in the corner, sucked it onto the table, opened the lid and took three big sips, looking at his father provocatively.
"You can't get along with me sincerely."
Zhao Yan's reaction was even more cruel. One after another, the maids went to the wine cellar to bring a jar ten times the size of the jar. They easily lifted it to their head, raised their necks and drank half of the jar. After putting it down, they looked at their son provocatively.
"Is there anything bigger than this? Bring it here." Zhao Fan looked at the maid waiting outside the door.
The maid said in embarrassment: "Master Qi, there is no more."
"Forget it." Zhao Fan casually poured a small glass and said with eyes full of enjoyment while drinking: "I'm not an alcoholic, tasting is an artistic conception."
Zhao Yan snorted and said: "As a father, I can't control the holy power in my body anymore. It's best to restrain yourself and be careful not to swallow it."
"Just fight, who's afraid of whom?" Zhao Fan chuckled, "Just so I want to try the Five Heavenly Sword Styles in actual combat."
"Let's go and compete outside."
Zhao Yan stood up suddenly and turned into an afterimage and flew out the door.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan was not willing to lag behind and chased into the air.
And the maid looked at the two figures above in a daze, wondering why the father and son started fighting even after they disagreed!
In the sky above the Zhao Mansion, when Zhao Yan put his hands together and then pulled them apart, the magic power of the Holy Realm condensed into a two-meter black spear. He said in a solemn voice: "As promised in advance, I will not hold back like before.
If you cry, don't complain to your mother in your dream."
"Remember to admit defeat in time when you can't hold on any longer." Zhao Fan thought, and the Long Yao Heavenly Sword appeared in his hand.
He knew that although his father didn't say it, he was actually training himself in actual combat for himself who had become a saint in the art of swordsmanship. Rehearsing alone would not be as effective as a real sword or a real gun.
In this way, an earth-shattering battle began between father and son.
The commotion was so great that not only the ninth aunt Zhao Yin, the uncle Zhao Hou and all the children, but also the leaders of the three major families with multiple surnames came to watch from a distance. If Liu Lishan was not in a coma, he would also come.
This battle, the light of swords and the shadow of guns, changes the color of heaven and earth!
Both sides fought heartily for nearly an hour.
Finally, when Zhao Yan's holy power was about to be exhausted and he was about to be defeated, Zhao Fan suddenly put away the Long Yao Heavenly Sword and stood in the void. He lowered his head, but his voice resounded like thunder in all directions, "I lost.
"
Zhao Yan dispelled the black spear in his hand and laughed calmly on the surface: "Do you know a truth now? I will always be me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the Patriarch's Mansion. At the same time, his voice fell into Zhao Fan's ears: "I guess you know the truth, but don't be proud. The Divine Machine Sect is still waiting for you to overthrow it."
Zhao Fan nodded heavily at his father who was drifting away. However, he did not switch to the second Dantian from the beginning to the end of this confrontation. He relied solely on his holy swordsmanship and the first three of the five Heavenly Sword styles. Of course,
There are also many other means such as life and death orders, flying swords, etc.
As for Zhao Yan, he is in the middle stage of the Saint Realm, but that does not mean that his strength is at that level. The masochistic practice in the Blackwater Prison has created an unprecedented "body Dantian" that has never been seen before, and his true power has entered the stage.
In the late stage of the Saint Realm, when faced with the son who has become a Saint in the way of swordsmanship, he failed to gain the upper hand from the beginning to the end, but he was not suppressed and beaten, and was between 46 and 55!
However, there is no magical treasure like the Prajna Bottle to replenish the consumption, so the mana is exhausted.
Although Zhao Fan replenished it once during the period, it was not used up. Now he still has 30% of Long Yang Dan power left.
This is not a victory without force, because no matter how powerful he is, he is still at the peak of pill formation. Zhao Yan is truly in the middle stage of the holy realm and has opened up the existence of three divine treasures!
Zhao Fan is not in the ordinary Danjing realm, and Zhao Yan is not in the ordinary Holy realm. There is an irreparable gap in the capacity of mana.
At this moment, the three heads of families with multiple surnames who were watching quietly left. They knew very well that the mortal king did not use all his strength against his father and would definitely hold back. However, in this case, he still had a power comparable to that of the holy realm.
Power!
Huangfu Shenglong and Baili Fengyue, Dongfang Qianmo felt like they were going crazy. With their talents, they had lived a long time, and now even a young man in their twenties was lagging behind. He was worthy of being the king of the younger generation.
The children of the Zhao family also dispersed one after another. No matter men, women, old or young, they were all extremely excited, because King Fan had risen from the younger generation to the top of the Hidden Sect, and the Dan Formation realm was as good as the Great Sage!
During the battle, Zhao Fan was indeed not in his strongest state. Firstly, he did not transform. Secondly, his Dantian used dragon power to activate the Longyao Heavenly Sword. Secondly, his opponent was his biological father. With the mentality of running in and competing, it was absolutely impossible to be like him.
He beat her to death like the previous generation of saints.
In the sky above, Zhao Fan did not rush down, but was digesting the gains from this battle. Sword skills are dead, but people are alive. The same move, even a small change in how it is performed, will affect
to the ultimate power.
"If I don't temporarily enter the Divine Treasure Realm through the Heavenly Borrowing Pill, if I go all out, the strongest power should be to crush the late stage of the Holy Realm, which is 20 to 30% less than the peak of the Holy Realm." Zhao Fan touched his hand thoughtfully.
Chin, now, even if he can't defeat Han Ruyi in his strongest form, he won't be as passive as yesterday and can only defend through the sky-swallowing pot. At least he has the strength to stand, and no matter what happens, he can retreat and let the opponent take it.
I'm at my wits end.
Even though defense is his weakness, Zhao Fan still has the Great Purification Technique!
…
It wasn't until an hour later that Zhao Fan landed in the courtyard of the Patriarch's Mansion. When he walked into the door, he saw his father sitting on a chair next to the table, drinking one glass after another, while the chopsticks and the dishes on the plate were
It didn't move at all, it was already cold.
Zhao Fan suddenly stopped, retracted his front feet from the threshold, and quietly stared at his father, who had his back to the door.
While Zhao Yan was drinking, he was crying and saying something every time the wine glass left his mouth. There was a wine glass and a pair of chopsticks next to him.
There was no one else in the entire Patriarch's Mansion, and the maid was sent out at some point.
Zhao Yan's back looked so lonely and lonely.
Zhao Fan held his breath and concentrated, raising his hearing to the maximum. At this moment, he could hear clearly even the breeze blowing through the grass.
"Ling'er, I won't allow you to die."
"But why are you so stupid? Is it worth it for me?"
"I remember the day I first met you, I was attracted by you, and then I chased you, but was rejected again and again."
"Then one day, you frankly said that you are a nine-tailed spirit fox. It is impossible for us, but I will recognize you in this life. Finally, you agreed. I also said that I will protect your smile until the end of my life, but there is no
I thought, I have harmed you. It would be great if I let go from the beginning. At least, you will live happily every day..."
"Do you know? Xiaofan is not dead. He is so powerful that even I have to rely on my status as a father to suppress him."
"Even life and death cannot separate us. As soon as Han Ruyi dies, I will go find you. That day is no longer far away..."
…
Zhao Fan looked at the father talking to himself inside and was shocked. Could it be that after destroying the Divine Machine Sect, the other party would die for his love?
no!
This kind of thing must never happen!
Zhao Fan's mood was in a state of confusion, which invisibly affected the fluctuations of the air flow, causing the door panel to tremble, and a short but clear creaking sound to be heard in the quiet courtyard.
"who?"
Zhao Yan's ears twitched. He put down his wine glass and suddenly turned around. When he saw his son, he quickly wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "Xiao Fan, the wind is really strong tonight."
Zhao Fan looked at him with mixed feelings and said seriously: "I heard everything, but all this time, I thought that I was a child without a father and a mother. Now, I am finally about to recognize my ancestors and have a home to return to."
, and I have already lost my mother, and I don’t want to lose my father again.”
"I drank a little too much. It's just talk. Don't take it seriously." Zhao Yan waved and said, "Come over for dinner."
Zhao Fan came to the table with doubts, returned to his original seat and sat down, "Are you sure it's just a talk?"
"Don't worry, I have inherited the position of the head of the family. There is such a big mess waiting to be cleaned up. If you dare to die, you must not be scolded by your ancestors?" Zhao Yan showed a relieved smile.
"That's good."
Zhao Fan nodded slightly, eliminating the doubts in his heart.
However, Zhao Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and calmly ate cold dishes with his son without a trace of residual heat.
After having enough wine and food, Zhao Fan returned to his house.
However, Zhao Yan turned his head and looked at the empty chair beside him and the untouched wine glasses and chopsticks on the table. He shook his head and sighed: "Ling'er, that brat doesn't know who is following the two of us. He actually likes to eavesdrop. He
If you don't support me, I know you won't either... But the only thing in my heart is gone, how can I dare to live alone? No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be meaningless if I don't see it with you."
…
The light ball magic weapon above the dungeon gradually bloomed, and it was a new day.
Zhao Fan woke up, but he didn't wake up naturally, but there were two things jumping around on the quilt, which forced him to wake up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the baby dragon and Yingying in confusion. The next moment, he was completely awake, because the breath of the baby dragon and Yingying had all entered the level of the holy realm!
"..."
Zhao Fan stared blankly into the air and asked, "Am I dreaming?"
"Chirp!"
"嘤嘤嘤~~~"
Baby Dragon and Yingying were lying on the left and right next to the pillow, rubbing his cheeks, especially the latter, whose body had grown from knuckles to the size of a palm, and the color of his feathers became more fiery red, looking and feeling
As vivid as a ball of flame.
"You still can't speak human language?" Zhao Fan asked.
"Tweet, Tweet, boss, I know how to say it, Tweet." Baby Dragon bared his teeth and smiled.
Yingying's little mouth opened and said: "Boss, boss, I can also say it, 嘤~~~~"
"It seems that the treasures of the four major families are not in vain." Zhao Fan yawned and said disdainfully: "Don't cause me any more trouble in the future, okay? I don't know how to leave some for others, just in case I find out it was you.
Yes, even if you sell me, you can’t compensate me?”
"It's okay, let's be careful, chirp!"
"Yes, yes, be very careful, eh eh... be careful."
The baby dragon and the human language plus animal language were speaking in Zhao Fan's ears, so much so that he felt that his nerves were not far from going crazy.
After struggling for a long time, Zhao Fan kicked the two "pets" out of bed. First, he exposed the dragon baby to the art of illusion, with the purpose of seeing if there were any changes in its body. The next moment, his eyes floated.
There was a look of shock, the baby dragon's scales and claws were flashing with purple light, and the dragon's horns were like a pair of invincible blades, covered with complex lines without any blind spots!
It is worth mentioning that the whole body is still a big round lump. Looking at a certain part alone, it looks majestic. Looking at the whole body, it is still so cute. Anyone who sees it can't help but want to knead it a few times.
Zhao Fan once again used the magic of transformation to change the baby dragon's appearance into a Samoyed, and then asked with satisfaction: "Can you two cover up the aura of the holy realm?"
"Chirp~"
"嘤嘤!"
Immediately afterwards, all the sacred auras of Baby Dragon and Ying Ying were gone. If Zhao Fan hadn't been their boss, he would have thought it was an extremely ordinary dog and a bird with fiery red fur.
At this time, an impatient question came from outside, "Smelly boy, have your broken dogs and broken birds woke up? It's too much of a delay. Why don't you use them to make soup for your father?"