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Chapter 938 I'm going to get the pot
Ye Fan froze.

what?
No way.

Such an embarrassing thing has happened, do you still want to accept me as a disciple?

Don't even want a face?
But he was wrong.

Arrogant and self-aware that he is not worthy of accepting disciples.

I just don't want to lose too badly.

"How do you say it? Elder Gao?"

"Hehe, I've seen your power before, but I haven't seen your strength yet!"

"Why don't we, my father and I, discuss each other?"

Speaking of strength, proud self-confidence returned.

He is almost the first person known in the entire warrior world to achieve Wu Zun.

Even Xiaoman doesn't have to fuck him.

If you really risk your life.

Xiaoman is not necessarily his opponent.

But Ye Fan is so mysterious.

Without a fight, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Do you want to fight?
Ye Fan doesn't want to lose face?
Immediately, he showed the lonely look of a master.

"Forget it, you are not my opponent."

"And Gao Lingzhu already said, we are friends! I haven't played like this before beating up my friend's grandfather."

Hear this.

Gao Lingzhu's heart warmed up, and he thought to himself: Hmph, even if you have a little conscience, it's not in vain for me to play with you all afternoon.

And proudly laughed too.

"You have never fought with me, how do you know that I am not your opponent?"

"Because I really have never met an opponent."

"Well, since you said so, how about we have a more civilized one?"

"Oh? All ears."

Gaoao took a sword from the follower beside him.

"This is my saber. Let's manipulate it with spiritual energy to see who is more detailed and who can control it farther. How about it?"

How to say ginger is still old and spicy.

Although this move is not a physical attack, it can compare each other's ability to control the spiritual energy and the strength of the spiritual energy.

The farther the sword is controlled, the stronger it is, and the more detailed it is, the higher the control.

"Okay, then I will satisfy you and convince you that you lost."

As he spoke, he also took out a long sword, and a cold light flashed across it.

The word "perfect" is everywhere.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"This is a good sword, who made it?"

"Of course, the sword used by Ye Fan can be a defective product?"

"Scarlet red, the sword body is winding, like a spirit snake."

"The back bone is clearly formed into a line, and its widest point is about half a foot from the handle of the sword, and then retracts in an arc, until the blade protrudes again, and then retracts into a sharp point. It’s as cold as ice and snow, and it’s a snapping sensation.”

"Good sword, good sword."

……

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Fan didn't care much.

This is a relatively common sword in the demon world.

He doesn't feel bad even if the game is broken.

Anyway, the big monsters have them all.

"I'm still more used to using my own sword."

"Okay, shall we begin then?"

"bring it on."

Immediately, the two came to the same place.

Who knows, placed a dartboard a hundred meters away.

"Let's see who of us can hit the center of the circle."

Gaoao took the lead.

Raise your hands.

The flying sword shoots out directly.

Just two breaths hit the center of the circle.

"it is good!"

Everyone cheered quickly.

shoot with great precision.

With this kind of precision, ordinary warriors simply can't do it.

Enough to learn for a lifetime.

Gao Lingzhu's face was filled with a look of pride.

"Hmph, my grandpa is very good, right? Be careful and lose badly."

Ye Fan couldn't deny it, and didn't move his hand.

Directly came a look to kill.

The long sword floated up.

But the speed is not fast, even as fast as a turtle.

Just move slowly towards the target.

Finally hit ten rings.

Both have the same number of rings.

But it feels completely different.

Pride is like a skilled archer, by shooting arrows.

And Ye Fan is like a novice scum, his sword is not shot, it is more like an invisible big hand, dragging the long sword into the bull's eye.

Who wins and who loses.

People really can't judge.

"No, no, let's continue to refine."

Gao Gao was obviously dissatisfied with such a result.

What he wants is not the success of both parties, but the crushing of one person.

He wanted to find something that Ye Fan couldn't do.

Eyes move.

The followers around him instantly understood.

Two pieces of tofu were placed directly a hundred meters away.

Gaoao smiled: "I don't need to say it? Let's do it directly."

"Oh! Okay, but I'm not very good at it. Don't blame me for not cutting it well."

"It's okay, I won't look down on you, hahaha!"

Then, the two controlled the long sword and started cutting tofu.

The arrogant speed was very fast, and the long sword was like a dancing elf, dancing in the air a few times before cutting the tofu.

But Ye Fan was much slower.

The long sword can't see the movement of swinging up and down.

No, it should be said that its range of motion is very small.

And it is shaking back and forth, which is very unprofessional.

"No way? Master Ye Fan actually lost?"

"Oh, comparing the two, the gap is huge."

"The control of the long sword is not at the same level at all."

……

But everyone's words did not affect Ye Fan.

He always had a smile on his face.

Leisurely.

"Young man, your mentality is good, but your strength is still a bit weak."

Gao Gao obviously wanted to brag, so that he could be a teacher.

Ye Fan quickly waved his hand.

"You're done."

He cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Gao is really strong and strong. I admire him. The boy took more than ten seconds to finish the work, but you finished it in just three to five seconds."

"That's right, you're still too young."

And just when everyone thought Ye Fan had lost.

The inspector a hundred meters away exclaimed.

"I rely on!"

"what happened?"

He didn't answer, but ran all the way back.

I saw two small bowls in his hand.

One of them contained a few pieces of tofu, which were neatly cut.

But only eight dollars.

And the other bowl is filled with water.

Moisten the tofu.

It turned out that the tofu spread out like hair strands.

"This... is this Wensi Tofu?"

Everyone had expressions of horror on their faces.

"How is that possible? Chevinsi Tofu is a hundred meters away?"

"Even if it's a professional chef, holding a kitchen knife might not be able to produce such an effect, right?"

"Isn't Wensi Tofu tested for chef's knife skills? Can it be cut with a long sword?"

Everyone laughed wryly.

Everyone thinks Ye Fan is a pervert.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Ye Fan asked curiously.

"What? Aren't we going to shred? Cut into pieces? Is that difficult?"

"hiss!"

Everyone took a deep breath.

It’s over.

Let him pretend.

But many people also secretly patted their heads.

too naive.

He is Ye Fan.

How could it be so easy to admit defeat?

There must be something tricky.

Careless.

Did not hide.

Ye Fan continued: "Find a pot quickly and boil some water. This kind of tofu is soft, tender and mellow, and it melts in your mouth. It's a rare delicacy."

"Okay, I'm going to get the pot right now!"

Fatty Hu was running and bouncing, excited.

(End of this chapter)