Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

The young man's name is An Zhuqing, and he is the eldest grandson of Elder An of Dingyun Zong. Naturally, his status is not low.

His face turned blue involuntarily. "Picking up your old mother, you are looking for death."

He raised his hand to draw the sword, but found that the sword seemed to be dead in the scabbard. He had used five levels of skill, but he couldn't pull it out.A small white face, instantly flushed red.

Ye Fan didn't know his identity, but when he saw that he dared to talk back, he couldn't help being angry, and when he raised his hand, he was like a big-eared melon seed.

This slap wasn't very mysterious. With An Zhuqing's cultivation, there were at least a hundred ways to avoid it. However, the fact was so mysterious that no matter what countermeasure he thought of, he couldn't avoid it.

Blood spurted from the nostrils of the beating, and he staggered and sat on the ground.

"Young master, young master."

Several disciples at the corner of the street saw An Zhuqing being beaten, and immediately rushed towards him.

Hearing their titles, Ye Fan confirmed his guess even more. Cultivation organizations are generally called senior brothers and juniors, so there is no such thing as this.

But An Zhuqing happened to be that accident.

Because the five generations of the An family are single-handed, he doesn't know what to call his favorite. When he was young, he was called the young master, and when he grew up, he would keep the title of "Master". If he knew that he was beaten because of this title , Guan Bao will regret his intestines.

In Ye Fan's eyes, these people are just An Zhuqing's dog-legged handymen. There is nothing to be afraid of. He has been playing iron for five years. In terms of arm strength, there are really few ordinary people who can match him.

"Bastard, who the hell are you? How dare you hit our young master."

The person who spoke was a 25-year-old boy, a typical dog protecting his master.

Ye Fan raised his hand again, and slapped him to the ground. This time it was even more exaggerated. The man spurted out a mouthful of blood a foot high, and he stopped moving when his head tilted.

Ye Fan never thought that he would beat someone to death. He put one hand on his hip, pointed at the others and yelled, "Master, I'm buying buns. Damn, quickly pick up the buns for me, or I'll beat you guys!" Looking for teeth all over the place, blooming everywhere."

Several people couldn't help taking a step back at the same time, and they all went to pull out the long sword, but the sword seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull it out.

Everyone looked at each other, all showing horror.

Could it be that the person in front of him is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but he is actually a master.

I couldn't stand the trembling An Zhuqing anymore, finally someone couldn't help it, and wanted to bow down to pick up the buns, but was kicked by Ye Fan.

"I let him pick it up."

An Zhuqing is also sweating this time, why did he provoke such a lunatic, sir, he just doesn't have the strength to pick it up now.

Seeing that An Zhuqing was not moving, Ye Fan couldn't help but take a step forward. If these losers don't take care of themselves, they will definitely be more arrogant in the future than they are today. It's rare for him to come out.

"Little brat, do you want to pick it up or not?"

He bent down and lifted An Zhuqing into his hand. At this moment, a palm wind fell and hit Ye Fan directly.

"You have to forgive others and forgive others, my little friend still doesn't let go."

This person spoke beautifully, but his shots were extremely vicious, as if he was going to kill Ye Fan with a single blow.

Several disciples looked up in surprise. "Elder An, help me!"

Ye Fan also felt that something was wrong, and raised his head slowly. At this moment, the ugly bird that had been standing on his head suddenly opened its mouth and let out a squeak, and then, nothing happened. occur.

There was neither the earth-shattering muffled sound, nor Ye Fan spitting out blood, but he still stood there holding An Zhuqing, which made people feel unpredictable.

After a breath, an old antique wearing a gray robe fell to the ground, but his face turned pale, and he took half a step back, standing directly in front of his grandson.

There is no doubt that the palm just now made him suffer a dumb loss.

I thought killing a little ghost would be easy to catch, but I didn't expect that the ugly bird's cry contained the laws of heaven and earth, and instantly eliminated his inner strength, and even carried a frightening anger. A feeling of about to kneel down.

Just when he was extremely astonished, Ye Fan waved his hand impatiently.

"Shut up, I want to yell while yelling."

The ugly bird immediately shut its mouth obediently, but its golden pupils stared at Elder An. At that moment, Elder An felt that the defense that was originally impregnable was full of flaws.

But he is also an old Jianghu after all, seeing that his grandson is not dead, he was already half relieved, and immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "My surname is An, and I am the sword-wielding elder of the Dingyun Sect. I don't know the name of this little friend." , from what sect and sect, and why did you have a quarrel with your old grandson?"

Ye Fan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that these people belonged to Ding Yunzong. In fact, he knew that he might have guessed wrong with the palm just now. Fortunately, the other party should have kept his hand.

I couldn't help being a little nervous, but I didn't want to be too cowardly, so I cupped my hands and smiled: "I have no sect or sect, it was your grandson who killed my bun, so I want to seek justice for myself, ha ha, actually It's nothing, since he is a member of Ding Yunzong, let's forget about it."

Ye Fan acted neither humble nor overbearing, and was about to calm down and leave, when An Zhuqing suddenly yelled.

"Grandpa, you can't let him go, the third senior brother has already been beaten to death by him."

"what?"

Elder An was shocked, he put his hand to the boy's nose, and sure enough he lost his breath.

Ye Fan also turned pale with fright, he was numb, why is this member of Ding Yunzong so weak, he will die if he swears, he should run away quickly.

He ran away to the end. Elder An was still hesitating how to save face, but seeing Ye Fan run away, he couldn't help but have some other thoughts.

Could it be that this young man was a piece of trash, and he relied on that bird?

Thinking of the scene just now, his eyes couldn't help but get a little hotter. If he could capture that bird, it would be worth the death of ten or eight disciples.

Immediately waved the sleeves. "The two of you watch Zhuqing, and the rest follow me."

Several people immediately controlled the sword, and then they found that as long as they didn't want to kill Ye Fan, the sword could be pulled out again. As for why, they didn't want to understand.

Ye Fan is already running wildly here. He offended a group of Ding Yunzong for Hongdie before, and now he is dead again. He is afraid that he will have a bad life.

Can't help thinking more and more irritable, he tried to call the system, but the system gave a string of letters.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Z is your uncle, I am going to die, who will complete the task for you.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Ye Fan was completely speechless, seeing that the people from Ding Yunzong were about to catch up, a soft sedan chair with gold silk and golden scales suddenly appeared at the end of the street, a slender hand stretched out from the sedan chair, and gave him