Chapter 197. Pointing

"The meaning of the wind, yes, this is the second stage of the foundation of the meaning of the wind." There was a trace of surprise in the middle-aged uncle's eyes. From Ye Fan's cultivation, he could judge that he was a freshman, but he didn't expect that a freshman's understanding of the meaning of the wind had reached this level. If he knew that it took him only a few tens of minutes to get from knowing the third stage of the mystery of the wind, would he jump up?

"Wo!"

The cold wind sword suddenly shot at him, and there was no movement anywhere, or even any change in the airflow. That is to say, the cold wind sword completely advanced at the speed of the initial explosion without any obstacles.

"Ding!"

The middle-aged uncle stretched out two fingers and gently clamped the cold wind sword. The sword body trembled and kept struggling, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not go further. Although there was no expression on his face, he was slightly surprised. This attack did exceed the four layers of Bailianjing, and even the five layers.

Ye Fan was shocked to see that the other party blocked his proud attack with only two fingers, and his heart was really shocked.

The middle-aged uncle had no expression on his face and did not speak, which made Ye Fan mistakenly think that the other party felt that his attack did not meet the standard and was too weak.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, and his whole body burst out undisguised.

"Wh!" He raised his right hand and put it in front of him. His index finger and middle finger were stretched out together, as if holding the hilt of the sword, and pushed forward little by little with difficulty.

The cold wind sword was suddenly encouraged, and the sound of the sword began to tremble violently. Unexpectedly, it broke free from the shackles of the middle-aged uncle.

"Wan Jian Gui Zong!"

The cold wind sword is divided into two and four. In a blink of an eye, there is a vast sword light, which seems to have a touching deterrent.

The middle-aged uncle was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party could get rid of himself and burst out such a strong attack. The attack intensity was definitely more than the four layers of the hundred refining realm.

"Interesting little guy, let's see how much you can play." The middle-aged uncle did not return his hand, so he looked at Ye Fan with a smile.

At this moment, a group of people came from afar and walked here talking and laughing.

"I said, Fengning, how long are you going to stick to it this time?"

"It's none of your business."

"Haha, that doesn't care about you."

"Don't quarrel. Look at the front." A girl suddenly interrupted.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. It really stunned them.

"Where did this fierce man come from? How dare he attack Uncle Rong?" A group of people stared at the teenager confronting Uncle Rong, and their eyes were full of incredible.

"Go!"

Ten thousand sword lights suddenly broke out and shot at the middle-aged uncle Qi Qi. At the same time, Ye Fan raised his right hand, and the thunder and lightning in his hand slowly wrapped up, and then suddenly bombarded on the ground.

The earth trembled, and a surging fluctuation quickly spread to the soles of the middle-aged uncle's feet.

"Boom!"

A thunderstorm suddenly appeared and swept the sky. In an instant, it surrounded the middle-aged uncle. At the same time, the vast sword light also just arrived, shooting at the middle-aged uncle.

Two fierce attacks came at the same time. There was a dark storm in front of the sky, and a vast white sword light kept shooting down on the top.

"It's so fierce!" A onlooker swallowed his saliva and looked at the raging storm and sword light in front of him, thinking that if he entered that place, the end would be very miserable.

The storm sword light ravaged for half a minute, and then slowly dispersed, revealing a figure inside.

It was a middle-aged uncle. His body was unscathed, and even his clothes and hair had not changed, but the corners of his clothes were missing.

Ye Fan looked at him weakly. He had almost attacked with all his strength. This man was not injured, and even his clothes were intact. The missing corner of his clothes was naturally ignored by Ye Fan. He only got a broken corner of his clothes with a full blow, which was simply sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged uncle set off a stir in his heart.

"Where did this boy come out? If he hadn't been far higher than him, he would have been a dead man at the same level." The more the middle-aged uncle thinks about it, the more frightened he is. The best in his heavenly realm will be forced to be like this by a boy in a status, and his clothes are still missing.

"Look, Uncle Rong's corner of his clothes." A boy suddenly said.

The others looked at it one after another. After seeing it, they opened their mouths one by one and did not dare to believe it. At the same time, they rose a trace of awe of Ye Fan.

It's so bold to dare to take action against Uncle Rong, and it's incredible that he can even wipe a trace of the corners of his clothes.

Ye Fan's eyes were dim and he said to the middle-aged uncle, "I completely lost."

The middle-aged uncle was stunned, and then burst into a burst of cheerful laughter.

"No, I lost."

Ye Fan said with a wry smile, "Why do you need to comfort me?"

The middle-aged uncle shook his head and said, "When I am in your realm, I will never be your opponent. There is no doubt about it, and your strength is far more than four layers. You can go in."

Ye Fan said with great joy, "Thank you, uncle."

The middle-aged uncle said with a smile, "This is my duty. In addition, I would like to point out to you."

Ye Fan looked at the uncle curiously and waited for her next article.

"Taiji two instruments, four elephant gossips, separation and combination, the way to return to one."

Ye Fan carefully tasted what the middle-aged uncle said, which contained a deep philosophy, but he just couldn't understand it, so he had to remember to taste it slowly in the future.

"Thank you for your advice. I'll go first." Ye Fan hugged his fist and was about to walk away, but he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Little brother, don't be in a hurry to go. Why don't you join us?"

Ye Fan looked back, and the five young men and women walked towards him talking and laughing. Judging from the pace of their expressions, the feelings were very harmonious.

Ye Fan was in a trance, as if he saw the shadow of Yunlong, Ji Mu, Hongling, Cao Yun and himself at that time. There was a pain in his heart, and his eyes began to blur.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" A crisp female voice sounded, and a lovely girl stared at herself with wide eyes.

Ye Fan was silent for a moment and said with a smile, "No, I have my own business."

The people behind him were stunned. It seemed that they didn't expect the other party to refuse so simply, but they didn't think too much. Ye Fan's answer was still very polite.

Ye Fan turned around, put away his smiling face, and walked forward in silence.

It's not that I don't agree, I just don't want to think of sad things again. Once, I also had such a brother...

At sunset, Ye Fan's figure was constantly elongated, looking so lonely.

"He is so pitiful." The lovely girl said softly.

"Ah?" The people next to him were all inexplicable and didn't understand what she was saying.

Uncle Rong looked at Ye Fan's back and sighed gently, as if he saw something. After all, with his experience, it was indeed possible.

Ye Fan stepped into the transmission array, and the light flashed and disappeared.

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