Chapter 1529

1529

This time, the group of inner and outer disciples were so angry that their eyes were ready to eat people. Qi Bin, Han Gang and the others even showed blue veins on their foreheads, and they had already grasped the hilt of their swords.

"Eldest brother, did you hear that? This trash...I have to give him a hard lesson today!"

"Wait I'll be the first one, no one is allowed to grab me!" Qi Bin gritted his teeth.

Han Yuntao also seemed surprised, looking at Ye Fan incredulously.

Leng Yu and Mo Xinzhi had a glimmer of hope just now, but now it was shattered again.

Mo Xinzhi's body softened, she leaned on her husband, and murmured: "It's over...it's all over...Xing Chen, what is he thinking... Could it be that he ate something wrong and his mind is confused?"

"Madam... don't panic, at least Tianchi will not kill anyone," Leng Yu persuaded.

"Look at the appearance of those disciples, even if you don't kill Xingchen, the pain of flesh and blood will be less!? The head will punish him!!" Mo Xinzhi burst into tears.

Ning Feng's eyes were full of worry and said: "My brother has gotten into a big disaster now... what should I do?"

The leader Han Hui frowned, he couldn't figure it out, what was this Leng Xingchen trying to do, just looking for abuse?

Although Tianchi Lunjian stipulates that killing people is not allowed, but with so many people, it is still very possible to beat you to a disability. At worst, you will be compensated with some prehistoric stones and face the wall for several years.

Judging by the anger level of this group of disciples at this time, it is absolutely not easy to attack.

Han Hui let out a long sigh, "Since Leng Xingchen has no such plan, I feel that there is nothing more to say...

If you have any dissatisfaction, keep it, above Tianchi, speak with your sword!

Everyone, go to Tianchi together with me! "

As soon as the words fell, Han Hui took out an ice-blue flying sword that looked translucent, stepped on it, and flew towards the outside of the hall.

Great Elder Leng Donglin also took the elders, got up and went together.

When Leng Donglin walked past Ye Fan, he glanced helplessly and concernedly, and said softly, "I'll take care of myself".

Ye Fan looked at the flying swords used by these high-strength elders, and found that many of them seemed to have been refined several times, and the quality was not low.

As the elders all set off, Ye Fan, together with the preoccupied Nian Rujiao with red eyes, and his parents, got up and flew towards the distant Tianchi.

Han Yuntao, a group of disciples who were going to discuss the sword, and many disciples who were going to watch the battle also took off one after another.

This group of disciples also deliberately kept a close eye on Ye Fan, for fear that Ye Fan would run away halfway.

"Husband...have you really thought it through? If something happens on the stage, what should you do..." Nianru said softly, with some complaints in her beautiful eyes, blaming the man for not cherishing her own safety.

Ye Fan held his head high and said, "I am the heir of the Leng family. Do I need to think twice about teaching a bunch of native chickens and dogs? It's just a trivial matter!"

Ye Fan's voice didn't restrain himself, probably for the disciples next to him to hear it.

"Trash! What are you talking about!?" Qi Bin said angrily.

"I can't help it, I want to teach him a lesson now!!" Han Gang's eyes were about to pop out.

Ye Fan looked disdainful, but his heart was full of joy. This group of monks from the ancient fairy world stood out because they were inexperienced in battle. They were weak in terms of fighting skills and mentality before battle.

As long as they are stimulated a little, they will become irritable. The more irrational they are, the easier it is to deal with them later.

Han Yuntao frowned and said, "Junior Brother Xingchen, we are all from the same sect, how can you say such a thing?"

Ye Fan glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Why, you are not convinced? Why don't you also apply for Tianchi Lunjian?"

"How dare you speak to senior brother like that!?"

"Trash! You are also worthy of discussing swords with senior brother?!"

"Leng Xingchen, I will beat you to pieces today!!" A group of disciples were excited.

Han Yuntao's face also turned cold, he remained silent and stared straight ahead.

Ye Fan didn't care about their yelling at all, he had almost figured out who this Han Yuntao was through these two meetings.

Although it is not certain whether he was the one who murdered Leng Xingchen, this guy is definitely not a gentleman.

Because what he did seemed to be upholding justice and speaking for Leng Xingchen, but in fact it was to stir up everyone's emotions and point the finger at Leng Xingchen more.

Therefore, Ye Fan didn't bother to give him any good looks, you want to be a gentleman, a good person? I'll humiliate you, stimulate you, make your mask hang, and see how long you can pretend!

Ye Fan couldn't help feeling that these guys from the ancient fairy world still live too simple.

In terms of intrigue, conspiracy and scheming, how can it compare to the people who grew up in the complex and diverse society of the surface world.

Not to mention a young man like Ye Fan who has a lot of experience and has read countless people.

Tianchi is located in the hinterland of Hanguangmen, on a towering hill, a lake like a cloud above.

On the clear water of the lake, a huge rock was exposed. After being carved by the founder of the mountain and blessed by the magic circle, this square rock became a solid ring.

On the arena, there are sword marks one after another, as if recording the vicissitudes of the Hanguangmen for hundreds of thousands of years.

Hundreds of members of the Hanguang Sect came to the edge of Tianchi at this time, the elders and the head of the sect were waiting on one side, the deacons stood on two sides, and on the other side were the disciples.

Elder Liao, the law enforcement elder, nodded to the sect master and the great elder, and then flew onto the ring.

"Tianchi sword theory, this elder will say it one last time...

One, do not kill people, two, if you are disabled, stop discussing the sword immediately, and three, voluntarily abandon the sword and admit defeat, or fall into the ring, you will be considered a loser! "

After finishing speaking, Elder Liao took out two bamboo swords from the storage bag, and said: "To ensure fairness and not let the strength of flying swords affect the outcome, only the 'Iron Bamboo Sword' can be used in Tianchi Lunjian. Disciples in battle, come up to the stage and take away the bamboo sword!"

The Iron Bamboo Sword is made of a kind of tough bamboo. After being soaked in special medicinal juice and refined by some secret methods, the material is close to that of an iron sword, but it is not as sharp as metal.

This kind of sword is for outer disciples, those who don't have flying swords, use this sword for daily practice.

Ye Fan walked leisurely to the stage, took a handful away, and looked at the forty-nine disciples on the other side.

"let me try!"

"I'll go first!"...

A group of disciples were arguing, vying to be the first to go to the stage to discuss swords.

Everyone refused to let go, the first opportunity to teach this dandy and good-for-nothing young master a lesson.

Ye Fan secretly smiled inwardly, with an arrogant expression on his face: "Hey, are you all ready? How about we get together? A bunch of trash, anyone is the same!"

Just when this group of disciples were about to yell loudly again, Han Yuntao said in a deep voice: "Everyone is quiet! Tianchi Discussing Swords, how can you make a lot of noise!?"

The majesty of the chief disciple still made this group of disciples shut up.

Han Yuntao said with a serious face: "Since we all have to go, let's start with the disciples of the outer sect. Junior brother Xingchen is of the ninth level of foundation building, and the juniors of the outer sect are also of the ninth level of foundation building. This is the most fair."

Although a group of inner disciples were a little unhappy, they had no objections. From their point of view, watching Leng Xingchen compete with outer disciples was also a way of humiliation.

After discussing with the five disciples of the outer sect, a thin and dark-skinned disciple jumped onto the ring first.