Although Ye Fan had extraordinary skills, at dusk, when he saw seven old men in white robes who looked like hanging ghosts, plus a pair of dark coffins, his heart trembled.
Like Mr. Xiao, he is not yet thirty years old and is still a child.
"Yangguo Tianshe."
Qin Wuji explained in a low voice: "An organization similar to a hoe girl gang has never forgotten me over the years."
"These seven are their Tianshe elders. They specialize in killing people by pretending to be gods and ghosts. After killing them, they hide the bodies in black coffins and take them back to explain."
"In the past, the Sixteenth Department within the territory was keeping an eye on them, and they didn't dare to sneak into Shenzhou casually. These days, there is a problem in Yetang, and they took advantage of it."
"I guess you've been staring at me for several days."
He suddenly looked at Tianshe's white robe thoughtfully: "No, this conflict in Ye Tang may have been fueled by Tianshe."
Ye Fan was slightly stunned at first, and then realized that he was coming for Qin Wuji.
He has not let go for so many years, which shows how hard Qin Wuji has inflicted on the people of Yang State.
"Qin Wuji, it seems that you also understand in your heart how big of a mistake you made back then."
The pale-faced elder suddenly said in a deep voice: "And in recent years, in order to kill you, not only 100 but also 80 masters from Tianshe have died."
"New grudges and old grudges, you really deserve death."
"In the past few years, both Ye Tang and Shenzhou officials have protected you more than a national treasure."
"Not only will you never be left alone, but you will also be followed by 24 iron guards all year round. Even when you eat and drink, someone will test poison on you."
"This has caused us repeated failures and losses, and it has also made us suffer and suffer for more than ten years."
"Fortunately, God finally gave us a chance to kill you."
"The Yetang Incident, the dispute between the nine families, you had to fly to Nanling in a hurry..."
There was a hint of joking on the elder's face: "This means that today next year is destined to be your death anniversary."
As soon as he finished speaking, the six companions dropped their sleeves almost simultaneously and flashed their ghastly and dazzling samurai swords.
Qin Wuji nodded lightly: "I'm not afraid that thieves will come and steal. I'm afraid that thieves will miss you. They will miss you for more than ten or twenty years. I'm not wronged for being wronged like this."
There was no trace of fear on his face, not even a wave of fear, as if he had already given up on life and death.
"But Ye Fan is innocent, and you have no grudge against him. Let him go."
He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and said: "He is a national scholar. If he dies, you will not be able to leave China."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Mr. Qin is looking down on me."
"Don't say I have the ability to fight. Even if I don't, I can't leave you behind."
He glanced at the Great Elder and the others and said, "How come you can't let people from the Yang Kingdom bully you like this?"
The great elder laughed wildly when he heard this, and glanced at Ye Fan and Qin Wuji with disdain:
"Qin Wuji, are you old and confused? Don't you know that the scholars of China have always been the natural enemies of Yang?"
"There is also a rule in the underground world of Yang Kingdom. If you kill one Shenzhou warrior, you will be rewarded with a heavy reward of one billion. If you kill ten, you will be rewarded with a heavy reward of ten billion. If you kill twenty, you can become the leader of a province."
"Besides, Ye Fan has long been a public enemy of the Yang Kingdom."
"It's fine if we didn't meet him. If we did meet him, if we don't kill him, we would be sorry for our coming."
He stared at Ye Fan ferociously. Although it was the first time they met, Yang Guo had already regarded Ye Fan as a strong enemy, so he wanted to kill Ye Fan with one blow.
"You, Yang Kingdom, are as stingy as ever. Is one Chinese scholar worth one billion?"
There was a hint of disdain on Ye Fan's face: "This is completely inconsistent with my worth and value."
"Also, this miracle doctor is also a master of the realm. He even beheaded Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru. Why are you still afraid of you seven crooked melons and jujubes?"
He also issued a warning to the great elder and the others: "Do you know the eighth ancestor of the Miao family? There is one more than you, and they are all masters of the earth realm. In the end, they were all destroyed by my group."
Although the eighth ancestor of the Miao family was not killed by Ye Fan, but by a mysterious person, Ye Fan could only help himself at this moment.
He is not afraid of the seven robes of Tianshe. He can run away even if he can't win a battle, but there is Qin Wuji beside him.
Even if Ye Fan can kill six people in one minute, the other party can also spare one person and kill Qin Wuji in one minute.
Ye Fan hopes to scare them away and then find an opportunity to kill them.
He also reached out and broke off a branch nearby, tore off the branches and leaves, and whittled the front end to make it a little sharper.
Ye Fan made himself a wooden gun to make his sweeping range longer and better protect Qin Wuji.
"If you don't want to die, carry the coffin and roll it as far as you want before I get angry."
But Mark's threats had no effect at all. The great elder smiled noncommittally:
"Ye Fan, you are indeed excellent, but you underestimate Yang Guo."
"Do you really think Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru can represent the level of Yang Country?"
"Young man, the masters that I want you to see are the masters that Yang Guo wants you to see, and they are also the masters that can walk in the sunshine."
"People like us who do these dirty things don't even have their identities listed, so how can they announce their strength to the outside world?"
"Even Ye Tang hides many masters who are not on the list."
The Great Elder spoke proudly: "In the past ten years, although we have not made any breakthroughs, we are still one of the few strong people in the world..."
"kill!"
Before the elder could finish speaking, Ye Fan suddenly shot out and stabbed the elder with a spear.
There are no bells and whistles, just moving forward.
With this shot, countless spear gleams and fighting spirit suddenly shot out like a volcano erupting!
This shot seemed to be pierced from the ancient battlefield, tempered by blood and fire!
This shot made the vegetation and the void seem to tremble.
"Zi——"
Before the sharp point of the spear reached the great elder, the sharp spear light was felt on the great elder's face.
Tiny wounds were torn out on the extremely white skin.
"impossible!"
The great elder couldn't help but be frightened in his heart.
This shot was too fast, too fierce, and too powerful.
He wanted to retreat, but found that it was too late.
The great elder could only roar and slash with his samurai sword.
"boom!"
The light from the collision of swords and guns exploded as dull as firecrackers.
"Whoosh!"
The samurai sword cut off a section of the wooden spear and fell sideways on the grass next to it. However, the momentum of the broken wooden spear continued to stab the great elder's chest.
The great elder's face changed drastically, and he made a mistake with his hands, trying to block half of the wooden spear again.
"hiss!"
It's just that the wooden spear was irresistible. It passed through the middle of his palms like a rainbow and stabbed towards the great elder's heart.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The great elder's back instantly penetrated with a cold snort, he quickly blocked with both hands, and at the same time, his body exploded backwards.
It's just that he was faster, and Ye Fan was even faster. He approached like a shadow and stabbed with all his strength with his wooden gun.
"flutter!"
There was a sound of impact with a hard object, and the wooden spear pierced the great elder's white robe, penetrated the gap in his armor, and penetrated the great elder's chest.
However, after only piercing it to a depth of about one centimeter, the great elder's body disappeared in front of Mark. When he reappeared, he had retreated three meters away.
His chest was dripping with blood and he was very embarrassed.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
"He is indeed a master of the Earth Realm!"
Ye Fan glanced at the wooden gun stained with blood: "This shot didn't stab you to death..."
"flutter!"
The great elder spat out a mouthful of blood. He was angry...
At almost the same moment, a Yangguo sniper who suppressed Qin's bodyguards from the commanding heights fell limply to the ground and lost his life.
A woman as light as a civet cat lay on the spot, picked up a sniper rifle, and aimed at the head of the great elder...
