My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

Chapter 337: Too on the mountain

Tai A Mountain, the Baoshan of the Big Triangle.

The so-called Baoshan must first have some history, and second, it must be unique, rich in resources, and unique.

Tai'a Mountain is very steep, like a sharp sword rushing into the sky, with a mighty power that the mountain on its back does not have.

not only.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period, the Kingdom of Chu was in Tianzhou; and the treasure of the state of Chu, Tai'a Sword, was rumored to be built on Tai'a Mountain, so Tai'a Mountain was born.

The emperor of Chu also worshiped the heaven and earth ghosts and gods in Tai'a Mountain.

This tradition has continued.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, the leaders of the state government, the war ministry, and the Sandu government also come back to pay homage to the ancestors of Daxia.

now.

The moonlight shone, and the cold wind shone on the top of the mountain.

On the edge of the cliff, a figure in white clothes stands with his hands behind his hands. Against the background of the moonlight, it looks mysterious and unpredictable.

"call."

Suddenly, a strong wind rushed up, a cold black shadow.

"You came."

Ye Fan spoke.

Slowly turning around, Murong Huang's face was cold in his sight, and his black clothes made him like a ghost and succubus **** in the dark night.

"Murong Huang."

"Ye Fan."

The two reported their names.

Murong Huang raised his brows and hummed: "I guessed it right, you really belong to the Ye Royal Family."

Ye Fan smiled lightly, "Why did you say this? Just because my surname is Ye?"

"Only the Ye royal family can cultivate a monster like you. If I guess right, you are already a martial arts master."

"good eyesight."

Ye Fan secretly appreciated.

His aura was very restrained, and he didn't expect Murong Huang to see through it so easily. This is enough to show that Murong Huang is so extraordinary.

Also a master?

Good guys, all kinds of ghosts and monsters have come out.

I have always heard that the youngest master in the martial arts world is the Xiao Wu Wang of the Martial God Temple, who became a martial master at the age of 28.

But now, Murong Huang is afraid that he is only around 25, much more talented than King Xiaowu.

Generally speaking, geniuses of this level can't be hidden at all, that is to say, they are not geniuses of 72 sects.

in addition--

The seven royal families do not have the Murong surname.

"You are right."

"Oh?"

"I am indeed a child of the Ye Royal Family, but I am not trained by the Royal Family. Everything about me is taught by my master and I worked hard with my life, and has nothing to do with the Ye Royal Family."

Muronghuang's eyes flashed, and immediately said weirdly: "You are the abandoned son of the Ye royal family."

Ye Fan was not angry, "You can say so."

"So, what's your identity? You are not a child of the sect, or a member of the royal family."

"Why do I have to rely on the sect and family? Can't I get to this point on my own, just like you." Murong Huang asked back.

Ye Fan nodded, then nodded, "I don't talk about these, but I actually have some guesses. Your voice told me that it was the person who bid me for the Wanli Mountains and Rivers picture at the Lingxiao Hotel that day."

"Yes, it's me."

"The picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers was brought out by Luoyin’s mother from her natal family, and it is actually related to this big secret. In the eyes of others, it is just an ancient painting, and they don’t know hundreds of billions of purchases, and you are willing to fight with me. It must know something. In other words..."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Are you a member of Luoyin's mother? But I asked, Luoyin's mother is not Murong. Maybe it's to avoid the family chase, so I changed my name and surname."

Muronghuang laughed and clapped his hands in praise: "Ye Fan, you are so wise, you can associate so many things with clues; but unfortunately, your guess is only half right."

"Oh?"

Ye Fan raised his brows.

It's half right, what's wrong?

Murong Huang is also an abandoned son? Or did you say that the problem lies with Luoyin's mother? Or is it... a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?

Muronghuang obviously didn't ask for explanation.

Ye Fan knew that there was no point in questioning. He changed his mind and asked, "Do you support the Zhao family to attack the Qin family and deal with Luoyin? Or is there any deeper purpose?"

"Don't be afraid to tell you, I want a map of thousands of miles."

"Do you know the secret?"

Murong Huang nodded and shook his head again.

Ye Fan smiled and said: "It seems that you have a little knowledge, well, it is not appropriate to say more. Since we meet, we must have a few tricks to see the details."

"Right on my mind."

In an instant, Murong Huang's aura surging out like the ocean, heavy vicissitudes, completely unlike the aura of a young man.

Ye Fan's eyelids jumped wildly.

His fighting spirit was boiling, and his white clothes were hunting and hunting, and shouted: "The leader of the war department, come out, and please be a witness."

Wang Danshu was not surprised that he was discovered.

Both Ye Fan and Muronghuang are strong, even martial arts overlords, but he is just an inner strength martial artist, and he definitely can't hide.

"Even though the two young masters take action, they still hope to stop. Give me Wang's face, just three minutes to compare."

"good."

Ye Fan and Muronghuang had no objection.

The war is about to start.

Wang Danshu stepped back 30 meters, fearing that he would be injured by the gang energy. He watched the battle intently. After all, in the battle at the master level, he could still learn some things, such as fighting skills and experience.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan and Murong Huang punched each other.

Um?

Suddenly, Ye Fan's face changed, and he felt soreness or even soreness in his arms; he shook extremely, raised his eyes, and found Muronghuang's mouth with a cold smile.

Murong Huang let out a deep cry and punched again.

His fists are simple and unpretentious, but they are like two mountains, heavy and suffocating.

Ye Fan said in surprise: "Master Heng Lian!"

"wrong."

"The physical aura of Master Heng Lian needs to be more domineering, it is almost difficult to converge, and you can feel the oppression of the physical body from a long distance; you are still a little worse, you can be said to be a half-step Heng Lian master."

Murong Huang snorted: "You are right."

"Bang bang bang."

The two continued to confront each other and launched a fierce and fierce close fight.

"I went to the Wild Continent when I was eight years old. I practiced for fifteen years. After numerous hardships and nine deaths, I finally reached the realm of the half-step horizontal training master."

"My physical body, what do you think."

Murong Huang's fists fell like raindrops, Ye Fan hit back one by one, the tiger's mouth shook, and he kept backing away from the smash.

But, it's just that.

Ye Fan said: "Very strong, but unfortunately, it is not enough to defeat me."

"Arrogant."

Murong Huang shook his voice, sound like thunder, swaying in the wind and rain, shaking the earth.

Wang Danshu in the distance was hurt by the shock of his eardrums. It was unimaginable that Ye Fan, who was in the center, had suffered so much.

"What a terrible young man."

Wang Danshu's heart surged, and he was speechless in shock.

At the beginning, when he heard that Ye Fan was a child of the Ye Royal Family, he was shocked and knew that he was doing it right.

Instead of letting Ye Fan and Muronghuang come to see him arrogantly, they let the Qin family and Zhao family realize for themselves; he came to Tai'ashan in person, and he also seemed sincere.

now.

Seeing that Ye Fan and Muronghuang were so young, they couldn't help feeling so terrified.

People who think he is almost fifty are far inferior to the two young men in martial arts, is this a genius at the evildoer level! !

Woo woo woo.

On the top of the mountain, due to the fierce battle between the two, the momentum caused wind and sand and rocks, and even a small whirlwind appeared, which rose into the sky, which was particularly frightening.

Wang Danshu withdrew again.

At this time, a minute has passed, and Ye Fan and Murong Huang fought for hundreds of rounds.

"Suppression!"

Murong Huang's eyes were sharp as knives, and he let out a deep sigh, leaping for life, like a tyrannosaurus, smashing with a fierce punch.

Puff puff.

Good guy, this punch made a blast.

Wang Danshu was terrified, feeling that if he faced it, he would be beaten alive by this punch; even an elephant would have to be beaten to death.

"Good job."

Ye Fan laughed, his waist straight.

The back is like a dragon.

The feet seem to be connected to the earth.

At this moment, it gives people the feeling that it is stalwart and unshakable.

He raised his head, his gaze was torch, watching Muronghuang's fist fall, he slowly raised his right hand.

Fist vs. palm.

At the moment of contact, the picture seemed to freeze.

"Crack."

At Ye Fan's feet, the stone exploded, and his feet plunged deep into the mountain; the next second, his tiger's body trembled, and a huge force rushed down his arm.

Murong Huang's expression changed, he was shocked, and tumbling a few times in the air to land.

The two are evenly matched.

However, Wang Danshu knew that Ye Fanqi had a better move.

Because Ye Fan is the master of martial arts, but he did not display his qi, only relying on his body to fight with Murong Huang, a half-step horizontal training master.

If Ye Fan showed his anger, then Murong Huang must have been injured.

"You are not my opponent yet."

Ye Fan shook his head, "If you are a master of Heng Lian, you might be able to compete with me one or two, but not yet."

"You are very strong, you can even be said to be the strongest martial artist I have ever encountered. You know, I have killed a martial arts master."

Murong Huang said astonishing.

Ye Fan said in surprise: "You have killed a martial arts master. Indeed, the masters are divided into three, six or nine grades. Your combat power is much stronger than that of ordinary masters."

咚咚.

Suddenly, a drum-like beating sounded.

"what sound?"

Wang Danshu scanned the surroundings with his eyes.

咚咚.

It rang again.

This voice gave people a sense of intense oppression and palpitations, which made people hateful and uncomfortable, as if a major crisis was coming.

Ye Fan's pupils contracted slightly, his face became solemn, and he felt that Muronghuang's breath became stronger.

"The beating sound of your heart."

Ye Fan said suspiciously.

"what!"

Wang Danshu screamed.