Working for God from Douluo

When Ye Fanqi's energy was failing, a man in white clothes and flying with a sword appeared in Ye Fan's sight. He soon appeared in front of Ye Fan's eyes, and Ye Fan's face turned dark.

No, the enemies came looking for her as soon as she came out.

He immediately activated his martial spirit and took a defensive stance. Chen Xin saw the star dragon pattern sword floating behind Ye Fan, and her eyes were full of excitement.

In Ye Fan's eyes, the excited look was full of excitement. He wanted to snatch the long sword in his hand and make it his own!

Ye Fan originally wanted to try his thousand-year soul skill, and the first soul ring glowed dark purple.

"Long sword strikes!"

The first soul skill [Long Sword Strike] is that the sword energy is attached to the sword body, and the attack power is increased by 30%.

The pale white sword energy immediately wrapped around the sword body. Ye Fan took hold of the hilt and slashed directly towards Chen Xin. Seeing this, Chen Xin did not feel surprised, but instead became more certain about one thing.

Just when he was about to get a foot closer to Chen Xin's body, the air seemed to be distorted, and Ye Fan's sword stopped. However, under the strength of Ye Fan's hand, it could not move forward for more than a moment after advancing a little bit.

It was the slightest progress, and Chen Xin nodded in approval.

What blocked Ye Fan was not other things, but the sword energy that was the same as his own sword. It was not the sword energy that emanated from the martial spirit, but the sword energy that burst out from his body.

Seeing the current situation, Ye Fan immediately reacted. Since he couldn't advance, he would retreat. Withdrawing the sword, the third strongest soul ring on his body shined.

"Murderous intent!"

The third soul skill, [Murderous Intent] single-target attack, sends out a sword blade, extremely sharp.

With a wave of his wrist, a murderous sword blade rushed towards Chen Xin. When the sword blade came into contact with Chen Xin's external sword energy, the sword energy quickly disintegrated.

The blade of the sword was pointed directly at Chen Xin's body. With more than ten years of combat experience, he was not in a hurry like ordinary people.

Chen Xin shouted, "My body is like a sword."

In an instant, as if a sun lit up, a strong metallic luster suddenly burst out. The old man in white in front of Ye Fan seemed to become a metal whirlwind. A harsh friction sound sounded at the same time, and the sword blade issued by Ye Fan immediately disappeared without a trace. There was no trace. And just behind him, a simple giant sword with a length of two meters and a blade half a foot was floating in the air. Two yellow, three purple, and four black, with nine soul rings surrounding it. This is Sword Douluo's sword. Top-notch weapon soul.

Like ordinary people, Ye Fan's heart was about to beat out, and his eyes wanted to pop out.

No, sir! Is it this big? To kill my little great soul master, do we need to dispatch Titled Douluo? I have offended so many people.

Seeing that his strongest moves couldn't defeat Chen Xin, the idea of ​​​​escape arose in his mind, but he quickly gave up the idea. The other party is a Titled Douluo and can fly. It's unrealistic to beat them just by relying on your own two legs!

Since the other party is a Titled Douluo, and he has spent so long with me, he is definitely not here to take his life. If he wanted to take it, he would have killed him long ago.

"Old man, I have fallen into your hands today. If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you." Then he took the martial spirit away and closed his eyes tightly. In fact, Ye Fan was also betting that the titled Douluo in front of him would not kill him.

Sure enough, as Ye Fan guessed, Chen Xin put away his martial spirit and smiled at Ye Fan: "Little guy, you are so powerful that you even forced my martial spirit out. You can rest assured that I am not here to kill you. , have you seen an old man in ragged clothes?"

The other party gave Ye Fan an accurate answer, and Ye Fan immediately opened his eyes and replied: "The old man in ragged clothes? You said it was the old man who wanted to die, he is dead!"

"Dead?!" Chen Xin looked very surprised, and the surprise gradually turned into sadness, with tears vaguely shining in his eyes.

"You old man, you still didn't break through that level in the end!" He turned to Ye Fan and asked: "Little guy, did the old man say anything to you?"

"What did you say?" Ye Fan touched his head and recalled carefully, "S...it seemed like he passed on the martial spirit to me. I can't remember clearly. When I woke up, he had already passed away. Oh my god."

Chen Xin then asked: "Where is that old man now?"

"Oh, I buried him with stones in this cave."

"Little one, can you lead the way for me?"

"Dare I say no? Oh, come with me."

After walking for a while in the cave, he appeared at the old man's grave. Ye Fan pointed at the grave with his finger.

"Your Majesty, this is the old man's grave."

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Chen Xin knelt on the ground with both legs and kowtowed three times in a row.

"You have a ruthless vision. Even though you have found such a good young man, I will definitely not accept your high hopes. I will definitely train him to become the strongest man in this continent!"

After saying that, he kowtowed three more times, stood up, patted the dirt on his body, looked at Ye Fan and said: "Little guy, my name is Chen Xin. Maybe this name is unfamiliar to you, maybe you are familiar with the name Sword Douluo." Clear, what’s your name?”

Ye Fan felt that he had heard this name before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Nobody, Ye Fan."

"Brother Ye Fan, are you willing to become my teacher? Come with me back to the Qibao Glazed Sect to practice. I promise that you will become a strong man with a reputation throughout the continent!"

In Ye Fan's memory, there are no fewer titled Douluo in the entire continent. Ordinary people, faced with such a request, would answer yes without even thinking about it. But Ye Fan always felt like he had a teacher, but he couldn't remember it.

"Little guy, are you willing to be my disciple?" Chen Xin asked eagerly.

"This..." If Ye Fan said no, he must have offended the titled Douluo in front of him. If he was unhappy after being rejected, the gain would not be worth the loss by killing himself with a backhand.

After thinking about it himself, Ye Fan decided to agree to Chen Xin. After all, he has a master with the title of Douluo. Even if he pretends to be cool and gets slapped in the face in the future, he will still have his master come out to help him smooth things over, right?

"Master, please disciple, please bow three times." As he spoke, Ye Fan knelt down and faced Chen Xin, ringing his head three times.

"Ha, ha, ha, children can be taught. Get up quickly, disciple." After saying that, he helped Ye Fan up from the ground, "I never thought that I could have a disciple at this age."

A long sword appeared at Chen Xin's feet, and his body flew into the air. He stretched out his arm towards Ye Fan, "Disciple, come up and take you to Qibao Glazed Sect as my master."