Signed in for 20 years, just to kill God

In Dachen Village, in the yard, a breeze blows.Lin Fan held a bamboo sword and slowly pulled it out from behind.

The bamboo sword has a front, but the force of friction is formed on it.

Lin Fan is in control, the key to sword drawing is to be steady, precise and ruthless!

The sword was pulled out again, but it didn't cut off.

This strange posture made Ming Yun, who was squatting on the threshold to eat, very confused.

"Brother, what are you practicing?"

"Eat your meal!"

Lin Fan didn't talk to Ming Yun, this guy has been crying since he woke up, feeling ashamed to give to the Holy Land and to Lin Fan.

"Brother, why don't we go back?"

"Let's tell the sect about the evil cultivators."

"To shut up!"

Lin Fan was practicing his sword, and finally cut out the bamboo sword in his hand again.This time, the air twisted again.

"done!"

Lin Fan watched excitedly, but the front end of the bamboo sword split open.

"Ugh!"

Lin Fan let out a long sigh, if the pool of swords in the bead could restore the two swords, Lin Fan would be able to have a unique move.

"Son!"

Chen Xiang'er came over with the noodles, Rourou looked at Lin Fan.

Ever since she was rescued by Lin Fan, the way Chen Xianger looked at Lin Fan changed.

"immediately!"

Lin Fan's attitude towards Chen Xiang'er was also good, which made Ming Yun sigh again.

After a while, Ming Yun's depressed voice came from the courtyard.

"What did you say? I'll go back by myself?"

"Brother, you don't want me anymore."

Ming Yun was about to cry in anxiety, which made Chen Xiang'er frightened.

"correct!"

Lin Fan slapped his head and finally thought of something, which made Ming Yun look at Lin Fan expectantly, thinking that Lin Fan would not let him go back.

"Let the village chief find someone to guide you. I'm afraid you will go back by yourself and get lost again."

"Brother, don't do this!"

No matter what Ming Yun said, Lin Fan had already made his decision.

Lin Fan took Ming Yun away, and he had to practice in the Hundred Thousand Mountains by himself.When Ming Yun left, Lin Fan deliberately explained again that the sect must send elders.

After all, the palace must be hidden all around, Lin Fan stayed in the village to protect the villagers.

Three days later, bamboo swords shattered under Lin Fan's feet.

Lin Fan's surroundings became distorted, and the bamboo sword on his waist disappeared. Lin Fan had practiced this move thousands of times.Every day, when he pulled out the bamboo sword, Lin Fan's palms were worn out.

In order to practice the "Sword Drawing Technique", Lin Fan really put his heart into it.

Lin Fan also gave the green bead and named it Sword Bead.The evil spirit of the two swords in the Jianzhu space also gradually dissipated, and as the swords were raised, the two swords became sharper.

"careful!"

When Wu Ling's voice came again, Lin Fan was taken aback.And during this dazed effort, a roar came from outside the village.

This made the villagers panic. In the distant forest, giant trees were collapsing, and the ground was shaking.

"Son!"

The village head led the people to run out, and they also felt the danger. It seemed that people from the Iron Mountain Sect had come.

"I see!"

Lin Fan's pupils shrank, he really didn't expect that the evil cultivator didn't wait.People from Iron Mountain Sect appeared so soon.At this time, Lin Fan was thinking about whether Wang Yunlong's death left any clues.

"Let your people, what to do?"

"do not worry!"

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't leave the village."

"Also, come with me!"

Lin Fan grabbed Chen Donglai and headed towards the entrance of the village. Under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, Lin Fan pointed to the chessboard on the stone table.

"Come on, play chess!"

"what?"

Chen Donglai started to tremble, what time was it, and he wanted to play chess.

"Village chief, don't worry if I'm here."

"Hurry up and play chess!"

Lin Fan smiled, and at the same time looked at the village with deep eyes. He held a token in his hand and slowly circled it around his fingertips.

The token of the Holy Land, the Order of the Son of God.

The roar continued, and the Iron Wolf Legion had really arrived.

Wang Zunhai led the Iron Wolf Legion, pursued all the way, and finally came to Dachen Village.At this time, Wang Zunhai was standing on the chariot, looking at Dachen Village.

"Sovereign, the young master may have been here before."

"Slaughter the village!"

"Yes!"

Without saying a word, Wang Zunhai will slaughter the village.

Along the way, three villages had already been directly slaughtered.Wang Zunhai and the others were full of murderous intent, the iron wolf was roaring, and the monsters in front of each chariot were also roaring.

The monstrous evil spirit erupted instantly.

"shut up!"

At this moment, a cold voice resounded through the scene.

The Iron Wolf Legion was stunned, and the first to rush out looked at the entrance of the village in shock.Beside the village entrance, sat a young man in black robe.

The young man was thin and his face was as sinking as water.

"This?"

"Holy land disciple?"

The people of Iron Mountain Sect were not stupid. Looking at Lin Fan's robe, he knew he was from the Holy Land.

"Holy place?"

Wang Zunhai also saw it, let everyone get out of the way, and appeared at the gate of Dachen Village.

"It affects my chess."

"who are you?"

Without looking at Wang Zunhai, Lin Fan picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board.

Chen Donglai had already started to tremble, but luckily his back was facing everyone, otherwise, Chen Donglai would have been frightened to death when he saw these monsters.

"Are you really a Holy Land disciple?"

Wang Zunhai's pupils shrank, and he also saw Lin Fan's token, and most importantly, the dark golden inscription on the token.

"Holy Child Order?"

"You, are you the Holy Son?"

Wang Zunhai looked at Lin Fan in shock, the Holy Land of Swords, the Holy Son appeared?
"You are young master Gai?"

Wang Zunhai is different from his son Wang Yunlong. He knows some secret information about the sword god.Legend has it that in the Holy Land, Gai Wuji, the first disciple of Youlong Temple, is the next generation of Holy Son.

Gai Wuji, like a peerless arrogance, will represent the Holy Land sooner or later and travel the world.

Among the Eight Great Sacred Lands, each generation of Holy Sons is amazingly talented.

"Who are you?" Lin Fan didn't answer, but continued to look at Wang Zunhai.

Wang Zunhai misunderstood, and really thought that Lin Fan was Gai Wuji.

Of course, Wang Zunhai also felt that Lin Fan's cultivation was only at the Spirit Sea Realm.Wang Zunhai knew that this was Gai Wuji's advanced technique to hide his cultivation.

Being able to become the Son of God, seeing Neidan is even more spiritual.

Wang Zunhai deduced it based on past experience, and he also knew that Gai Wuji was much stronger than him.

"Young Master Gai, I am Iron Mountain Sect, Wang Zunhai!"

Wang Zunhai kept his posture very low.

"I don't know!" Lin Fan knocked on the chessboard and asked Chen Donglai to continue playing.

Chen Donglai had no choice but to grit his teeth and play chess.

This scene shocked Wang Zunhai even more, he couldn't find the realm of the old man playing chess with his back turned to him.What does this mean?
Playing chess with the holy son, this must be the elder of the Holy Land, or even the level of a sage.

"Iron Mountain Sect, suzerain Wang Zunhai, pay homage to the Holy Son!"

Wang Zunhai bowed down!
Three hundred iron wolves also bowed down. Iron wolves looked at Lin Fan in fear. What they were afraid of was some kind of creature in Lin Fan's body.

But in Wang Zunhai's eyes, all the monsters worshiped him, which showed Lin Fan's fearfulness even more.

Lin Fan, you laughed!