The God of War Husband of the Female CEO

roll! "Ye Fan shouted in a low voice.

"The boy is looking for death!" The dead face was furious, and he slapped Ye Fan hard.

However, before his hand reached Ye Fan's face, there was a slap, and several palm prints were clearly visible on his dead face.

At the same time, his body was turned in a circle on the spot, and then his body went limp, and he sat down slumped.

You know, these guys are sword cultivators, and they usually practice swordsmanship, and rarely pay attention to physical training.

What's more, Ye Fan is the god of war in a country, and he dares to be the second in close combat ability, no one dares to be the first.

Hiss!
Everyone took a deep breath.

This dead face is a sword master rank, so he was slapped by a mortal and sat on the ground paralyzed, how can this not be shocking.

With a choking sound, the handsome man violently pulled out the long sword from his waist, roared angrily, and stabbed fiercely at Ye Fan's shoulder.

Although it is said that disciples of the same sect cannot fight each other, but in the face of some privileges, the rules are no longer rules.

What's more, he just stabbed at Ye Fan's shoulder and didn't intend to take Ye Fan's life, so he thought it was not a big deal.

Seeing the lightning-fast strike of the handsome man, all the disciples shouted "Hello" in their hearts.

However, what surprised them was that Ye Fan stretched out two fingers to hold the sword that they were so proud of.

Hiss!
Everyone couldn't help gasping again!
Nima, is this still a new disciple?

"Let go!" The handsome man yelled, and with a sudden force, he turned his wrist, trying to wring Ye Fan's two fingers off.

After all, this guy is a sword master, and the power of the blessing in his hand is not ordinary.When he flipped his wrist, Ye Fan would definitely not be able to pinch it.

Just as he was about to flip his wrist, Ye Fan let go of his fingers quickly, and at the same time kicked him hard with a side kick.

The speed was so fast that the handsome man couldn't react at all.

boom!
The handsome man was kicked and flew three or four meters away, and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"The boy is looking for death, let's go together and chop him up!" A handsome man's confidant shouted loudly.

Immediately, there were several choking sounds, and the sound of drawing swords was heard all around.

"Stop!" Xinyi walked over with a cold face.

He glanced at Ye Fan with a complicated expression, and said in a slightly apologetic tone, "Junior Brother, I'm sorry, it's all the fault of Senior Sister, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

Ye Fan was not a man who could be unreasonable, he looked coldly at the two guys who had already stood up, turned around and walked towards the empty bowl without saying anything.

"Boy, if you dare to hit us, I promise you won't live long!" the handsome man yelled at Ye Fan's back, gnashing his teeth.

Although Dead Face didn't show any ruthlessness, the cold look in his eyes was enough to explain everything.

The little fat man shrank his neck in fright, and quickly slipped away.

On this day, Ye Fan spent another day in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

In the evening, as soon as he returned to his residence, the little fat man came over with food and wine.

Ye Fan waved his hand, "Fatty, I'm not hungry, you can eat, I want to practice the sword control technique."

"Should I practice after eating?" The little fat man raised the things in his hands.

Ye Fan chuckled in his heart, of course you don't need to be in a hurry, young master, I might be wiped on my neck one day, can I compare with you?
Shaking his head, he held his sword and walked towards the back of the house.

Behind the house is a large forest.

Ye Fan used his swordsmanship, but that sword, like a dead snake, would not move under his feet.

The little fat man held half a roast chicken in his hand, and laughed while chewing on it.

"Brother Ye, do you think Yujian flying is so easy to practice? I heard today that some people are in the middle of the foundation building stage, and they haven't been able to learn Yujian flying."

"You have to know that it doesn't mean that if you succeed in building the foundation, you will definitely be able to fly with the sword."

Ye Fan practiced for a while, but the sword still didn't respond at all.

He was already a little irritable, but he was even more annoyed by the laughter of the little fat man standing behind.

In this state, it is impossible to cultivate.You must know that no matter what kind of practice you have to calm down.

What's more, this kind of sword flying technique can't tolerate any distracting thoughts.

In desperation, he put the sword back into the scabbard, and said to the little fatty, "Fatty, don't follow me anymore, I'm going to find a quiet place to practice my sword."

The fat man opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing the displeasure on Ye Fan's face, he had no choice but to say oh, and went back to his room alone.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Ye Fan walked towards a big mountain in the west.

An hour later, Ye Fan finally came to a big mountain in the west. Although this mountain is also the territory of Xuanjianzong, there are not many people living there.

At the foot of the mountain, some peripheral disciples live, and there is a large cemetery halfway up the mountain.In other places, all kinds of herbs are planted.

Under the cold moonlight, Ye Fan wandered aimlessly on the mountain alone.

Suddenly, with two sounds, five people flew down from the sky, the two leading ones were either Dead Face and the handsome man or someone else!

"My boy, we looked for you everywhere, but you hid in this place. You're really cunning!" the handsome man said coldly.

The dead man said with a sinister smile, "He didn't want to escape either. He knew he was going to die at our hands tonight, so he found a grave for himself in advance. Hey, boy, am I right?"

Ye Fan looked at the five people coldly, and asked in a deep voice, "You want to attack me here? Are you not afraid of being dealt with by the sect?"

A tall, older man behind the dead face said disdainfully, "Tch, you are so cute and stupid, don't you look at who you offended!"

Pointing at the dead man's face, he said arrogantly, "This is my junior brother, named Zhang Cheng. Do you know who his father is? That is the Great Elder of our Xuanjian Sect!"

Pointing to the handsome man again, "This grandfather is the fifth priest of our Xuanjian Sect. It's not good for you to offend anyone, but these two."

"Now, I'll give you a chance. If you don't want to die, you can use money to eliminate the disaster."

"Oh, how much do you want?" Ye Fan asked lightly.

The tall man waved his hand, "You don't need too many, just a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

"How much? One hundred thousand? You don't have to sell me. Just do it!"

The tall man was furious, and drew out his sword with a choke, and shouted, "Boy, it seems that you will not cry until you see the coffin. When I cut off your limbs, I won't believe that you still haven't taken them out."

As this guy drew his sword, the other four also drew their swords quickly, and the five immediately dispersed, tightly surrounding Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't take the speed of other people's sword drawing seriously, but the speed of this tall man and a short man's sword drawing made Ye Fan's eyes serious.

The swordsmanship of these two people is probably beyond his ability to deal with.

And judging from the fact that this guy is asking for one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones from him, it means that the other party must have come here under someone's instigation.

It must be using the excuse that I beat these two guys, first to test whether I can take out so many spirit stones.

If I really took it out so stupidly, then what awaits me next is probably unlimited demands.Until you squeeze yourself dry, then it's your own death.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan choked without hesitation, and also drew out his long sword.