Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

Feeling the pain of the crowd, Ye Fan quickly raised his hand to protect the owner of the barbecue shop and Hong Die with a few strokes of energy.

Guarded by Qi Jin, their expressions immediately relaxed.

The young guy in the barbecue shop shivered and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, but the boss resisted being crushed by the realm, and bowed respectfully to Ye Fan to express his gratitude.

Ye Fan nodded to him as a response.

There is no blind spot in Tai Chi's perception, and if he is distracted by the weak in time, he will not miss a single movement of the enemy.

It was the thin and quiet Wanjia guard who made the move.

Only then did Ye Fan realize that what he used was actually a pair of Emei thorns.

And now, between Ye Fan's fingers, one of the Emei thorns' head was firmly held.

As expected of the personal guard of the only son of the Wan family in Longdu!

Ye Fan sighed in his heart.

The speed of his attack has far exceeded that of the average late Lingtai strongman, even faster than some strong people who have reached the early stage of Xuanji!

Not only fast, but also silently.

If it weren't for Ye Fan's Tai Chi perception without dead ends, he had every reason to believe that his head was already in a different place at this moment.

And this guard, what's more terrifying, doesn't lie in this.

The most frightening thing is that although his cultivation base is not high, his breath is extremely deep and stable, as if as long as he takes a deep breath, the meridians in his whole body will be filled with energy and mobilized.

Not only deep and stable, but also silent.

Ye Fan has never seen such a practitioner, such a powerful breath, but even the most exquisite Tai Chi perception, he can't hear a sound.

Rather than being a guard, he is more like a well-trained assassin, a killer in the shadows.

and many more!

A beam of spiritual light descended from the sky, and Ye Fan seemed to have discovered his blind spot
Assassin, breathless.

bad!
The moment Ye Fan realized the blind spot, Ye Fan immediately strengthened his hands and used all his cultivation bases. The air of purple water flowed with Tai Chi, and a move of Qiankun dribbling was formed in his body.

When the proficiency is extremely high, Tai Chi can abandon the body and use it as internal strength.

Ye Fan's profound strength had just formed in his body, and the strength of his fingertips, a pair of Emei thorns, had doubled.

This person actually hides his strength!
How can such a strong man escape the perception of Tai Chi and completely hide his cultivation, so as not to shock Ye Fan?

Even Bai Lian, who attacked the mountain strongly at the beginning, could not escape Ye Fan's Tai Chi perception.

How holy is this man?

But fortunately, after the man's cultivation had exploded, Ye Fan had already fully sensed the opponent's strength—Xuanji's early peak.

It was actually comparable to Ye Fan!

"What's your name?" Possessing such a hidden power, his name is already eligible to be remembered.

"You don't deserve to know." The man's voice was crisp and clear, like a teenager, but the murderous aura contained in his voice was stronger than an old man who had fought in the battlefield for decades.

"So I'm not worthy." Ye Fan was noncommittal, without any fluctuation in his heart.

The man's concealment skill is indeed powerful, but it's just a special power, maybe it's a talent, or maybe it's a skill learned since childhood. It's twice the result with half the effort in concealing assassinations, but it doesn't mean that his attack is powerful.

The profound strength of Tai Chi in his body intensified, and Ye Fan's fingers tightened like a vise, getting tighter and tighter.

Behind him, the man also seemed to feel something was wrong. He never imagined that his initial blow was unsuccessful, but he didn't expect that even his fingers could not be broken after his full cultivation. At this moment, his fingers tightened more and more. He wanted to Pull out the Emei thorn, but the thorn seems to take root.

"Now, I am qualified to know your name?" Ye Fan smiled lightly, but before he could respond, he continued, "Actually, I just ask casually, your name is meaningless to me. "

As he spoke, Ye Fan suddenly exerted force with both fingers, and there was a crisp "click", and the Emei thorn broke in response.

"How is it possible?" A surprised voice sounded from behind, and even the voice was a little hoarse, as if seeing a fat woman undressing in front of him, "This is a fifth-level spiritual weapon! Break it with bare hands?"

He took two steps back, raised his other hand high, and fixed it in mid-air, but he couldn't move anymore.

Of course Ye Fan knew what he was going to do. He had a pair of Emei thorns, but he only struck with one blow. He raised his other hand and aimed at Ye Fan's fontanelle.

But how can he stab with this move?

He spent tens of thousands of spiritual stones, hired famous generals to build, and the fifth-level spiritual weapon that he could not leave his hand, could not hold his two fingers?
"Do you still want to fight? I'm different from you. Even if I know that this place is blocked, I'm not stupid enough to commit murder in Longdu. Even if your family has all hands and eyes, it's inevitable that there will be no future troubles."

After a pause, Ye Fan continued, "There should be quite a few forces secretly staring at the Wan family, right? They're not afraid of falling into trouble? Why are you still so rampant in today's legal society? Do you really think that no one in this world can rule you?"

Hearing this, the man's body shook and he stopped talking.

But Wan Cheng at the side was hysterical, with red eyes, and his voice was like a ghost: "What are you still doing in a daze? Cut off this man's head for me!"

"The master told me not to kill anyone, let alone, I am no match for him."

"Can't beat it? I spend money just to support you? You can't beat it, just kill yourself! Don't you still have an Emei thorn in your hand?"

"This..." The man could no longer speak, his heart was as cold as a kettle, from head to foot.

After hesitating for a moment, the man actually raised the Emei thorn and pointed it at the center of his brow!
"Stop! Are you crazy?" It wasn't Ye Fan who spoke, but Hongdie, who was protected by Zishui Qijin, was watching the battle from the sidelines, and she didn't dare to lose her mind for a moment, seeing that the man was really about to commit suicide just because of a dude's words , How did she not move, "Could it be that your life is not as good as a word from this scumbag? He told you to eat shit, will you eat it?"

When the words fell, Hongdie regretted it, he dared to die, let alone eat shit.

The man seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, the moment the Emei thorn was raised, he never thought of putting it down.

The sharp and flashing thorns made a sound of piercing through the air, what kind of strength was that?This stab is actually more fierce and clever than when it was stabbed!

In an instant, Ye Fan understood.

This man just didn't use his full strength!

Maybe it was because he remembered his master's words, or because of instinct, the man didn't kill Ye Fan, but the stab at him now is the real blow with all his strength.

this man...

Ye Fan didn't know what to say.

"Dang~~~" The sound of metal transfer sounded again.

The gauntlet of the Emei thorn has been attached to the man's forehead, and it looks like it is completely submerged.

"Drink~" Hongdie gasped, her pretty face turned pale.

But Ye Fan was relieved.

"Xuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whomuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~

Everyone couldn't help looking, and found that it was a sharp long thorn, circling in the air, crossing a parabola, and falling to the ground.

It is the Emei thorn, the long thorn under the guard!

The stipe has been separated.