My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

"Sister, Xiao Fan killed two fierce beasts, extracted the essence of life, and gave it to you, so the body will improve." Yue Linglong explained.

"Ferocious beast?"

"Yes, there are fierce beasts in the primordial forests of the Shiwanshan Mountains, Kunlun Mountains, Qinling Mountains, and even Zhongzhou, which are much more ferocious and powerful than ordinary beasts."

Su Muyu said in surprise: "It's not a perfect result, right."

Ye Fan added: "Isn't it? Some people still vomit."

Su Muyu chuckled twice, but didn't take it seriously, thinking that Ye Fan was joking with him again.

"Sister, how do you feel about your body?"

"Excellent!" Su Muyu and the three looked at each other, all very happy.

They seemed to have endless energy, and they were warm and comfortable.

Ye Fan guessed that the role of the Beast Emperor's essence and blood has not yet been fully utilized, and as time goes by, it is still slowly improving the physical fitness of the sisters.

With the blood of the Beast Emperor laying the foundation, it will be easier to swallow the peerless medicine in the future, and life will not be worse than death.

"Sister, you are full of energy and can't use it up. Why don't you learn some kung fu from Linglong."

"Study kung fu?" Su Muyu and Xia Yaoguang were surprised.

Han Bing immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, the world will be in chaos soon, it is very necessary to learn some kung fu to defend yourself. Sister, you mean it."

Su Muyu laughed and said, "Just treat it as a physical exercise. I didn't expect Linglong to know how to use Kung Fu."

"Sister, my kung fu is great, you come with me, I will teach you well, I will be very strict."

Yue Linglong left with her sisters.

Ye Fan informed Xing Tian to come, and then the two left the capital by a fighter plane.

Two hours later.

The fighter plane landed within the territory of the Martial God Temple.

Wu Shentong fell, Ye Fan wanted to come and see what happened, he still didn't believe that a hero like Wu Shentong would fall.

"Who!"

The dilapidated Tongtian Peak rushed out of several giants.

Elderly.

The current Wushen Temple is full of rumors.

Whenever there was a turmoil, he was alarmed, worried that the corpse man organization would come again.

Moreover, there is no Martial God Temple where the martial arts ability is seated, and the strength is greatly damaged.

Now in the martial arts world, the master of the **** of strength sect is respected by the power of the magic, and it is also appointed by the elder of the dragon pavilion, and its status is unshakable.

"it's me."

Ye Fan walked out of the cabin.

Several elders were surprised: "Ye Fan, what are you doing here!"

White-clothed and silver-haired, Ye Fan's logo was famous in the Northern Wilderness, and the martial arts circles knew it.

"Several elders, I am very sad for the fall of Wu Sheng, and I came here to express my condolences and give Wu Sheng a stick of incense."

"I don't know if it's OK?"

Several elders looked at each other and nodded.

The ancestral grave of the Wushen Temple.

Here are buried the masters and elders of the Martial God Temple.

In front of one of the huge and luxurious tombs, two young men dressed in linen and filial piety, knelt on the ground and burned a yellow watch.

Amazingly, it was Wu Lingjun and Xiaowu Wang Yuhong.

"Brother Ye, why are you here?" Yu Hong was surprised to see Ye Fan's arrival.

But soon relieved.

The strong are sympathetic to each other.

Ye Fan came to pay homage.

Wu Ling glanced back, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Speaking of which, he and Ye Fan had some feasts, and they fought each other in the Northern Wilderness historic sites.

At that time, he and Ye Fan could still fight.

But now...

Ye Fan didn't hide, the strong aura circulating.

The power of giants.

Wu Lingjun's eyes were dim, and the gap between him and Ye Fan was already too wide.

He is an evildoer, and Ye Fan is a Tianjiao!

Not comparable.

Coupled with the fall of the martial arts power, it hits the martial spirits the most, which is equivalent to the absence of a strong backing.

Wu Lingjun now completely lost his spirit.

Ye Fan was very emotional when he saw this. If Wu Ling were so decadent, even a generation of evildoers would have fallen; it would not be long before Xiao Wu Wang would surpass him.

"What was the situation that day?"

"The corpse man organized the twelve giants to besiege, and used the earthly dragon-slaying formations, and fought fiercely on the Tongtian Peak; in the end, the Tongtian Peak exploded, and the hall master killed the eleven giants and fell." An elder was red and sad. Said.

"See the corpse?"

"No."

"There is no body, we have not found it three feet after digging the ground."

Ye Fan's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, there are doubts.

Looking at the expression of the elder, it should be unclear. Ye Fan didn't ask much. He lit three sticks of incense and worshipped.

He walked to the tombstone, put the incense in the incense burner, and said nonchalantly: "You are such a waste."

Suddenly, the air was quiet.

"Without the spirit and sharpness, you have no backing, no father respected as a martial sage, you are cowardly and running away, am I right."

Ye Fan turned his head and stared at Wu Lingjun.

The latter was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes gradually turned red and burned with anger.

The faces of the elders were also ugly.

If the martial arts power falls, then all the martial spirits must succeed, and his realm of strength is twofold, very good, and he can be the master of the palace.

Ye Fan humiliated him so much, just humiliating the Martial God Temple and hitting the entire Martial God Temple in the face.

It's horrible.

It was naive to think that Ye Fan was here to pay homage, but in fact he came to trample on their dignity.