Chapter 41. Taoism

The Milky Way formed by white light and the king of beasts formed by golden light suddenly fell into a blazing fire in ice water. The two devoured each other. The light of the Milky Way became weaker and weaker, and the roar of the tiger became lighter and lighter. In the end, the two gradually returned to nothingness.

"What a horrible sword light. Why do I feel that the innate master of the family is nothing more than this? A son of the Ye family looked pale.

"This son is so horrible, and that Jin Wantian is also so horrible. It seems that we should try to contact him. Can you pull him on our side?" A minion is thinking about how to tnap him.

Ye Fan's face was pale, and he consumed nearly 80% of his strength, leaving only 20 per turn.

However, Jin Wantian's face was pale with a stream of blood, and the blood gradually permeated his whole face. With a wow, a mouthful of blood spit out.

"Brother Ye, I lost. Brother Ye is really good at swordsmanship, which can be said to be shocking." Jin Wantian said sincerely.

"No, no, in fact, I lost. I took too much advantage." Ye Fan smiled bitterly. In fact, he did lose. If he hadn't been innately, if he hadn't been far more qualified than ordinary people in all aspects and had deep internal strength, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment. It can be said that under the same conditions, just winning is actually golden, but it's a pity that there are not so many ifs in the world. It's fair. Ye Fan can enter the innate and have such profound skills, which is not entirely due to luck. It is also the strength of nine deaths.

"Brother Ye is modest. Today, I have benefited a lot from fighting with Brother Ye. Now I have to go back to retreat and digest. Good bye. Jin will challenge Brother Ye again in the future." Jin Wantian said goodbye. Failure does not hurt his confidence. For a hero like him, how can he afford to lose?

"What a strong knife, what a powerful man, what a hero." Ye Fan said three good things in a row, and his heart was full of admiration for Jin Wantian.

"Unfortunately, Wufeng has no help for the frontal battle. People are in front of him. It's meaningless if there is no wind."

After this battle, Ye Fan also benefited a lot. In many places, he is not as good as Jin Wantian, and he can learn from him. For example, the persistence and obsession with knives.

"Look, I knew Brother Ye had won. Bring the money." The man who first proposed to bet said to Ye Ze.

"Oi, I'm willing to gamble and lose."

At the end of the battle, under the eyes of everyone's worship, Ye Fan's scalp was numb and he hurriedly found a closed place to digest the experience gained from this battle.

"Bum." A teacup was heavily thrown to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"Damn, this boy is growing faster and faster. In another year, even I will be no match." The elder said in a hateful voice that his grandson's death was a big blow to him. His son used to be killed by Ye Nantian in the secret world of burning the sky. Although his son did it first, he didn't care about this. He only knew that his son died on Ye Nantian, and now his only grandson also died in the hands of his son. This hatred can be said to be a great hatred, and it can't be reconciled.

"It seems that it's time to take action and take control of the periphery of Ye Nantian's first." The elder's face was gloomy, and his fingers tapped on the table, making a "dlap" and "dlap" sound.

A plan for Ye Fan and his son began. The storm is brewing, but at this moment, Ye Fan and Ye Nantian are all in retreat and know nothing.

In the closed room, Ye Fan kept recalling the battle just now in his mind. Jin Wantian's knife method gave him a great shock. If he hadn't been favored, he would have lost this one. Fortunately, he had been complacent before. Now it seems that there is nothing to be happy about. If he keeps this mentality, he will eat one day. A big loss.

The Crazy Knife Type 3 has given Ye Fan a lot of inspiration. Ye Fan has always felt that his spirit of the king of the dragon roar nine swords is more than enough, but his domineering spirit is not enough. In addition, this swordsmanship has long been missing. From the beginning of the fifth type, it has been realized and created by himself, which must be different from the original moves.

Now after such a battle, the fifth type of cloud dragon in the sky, the sixth type of dragon dance, and the seventh type of heaven and earth can be improved.

First of all, the improvement of Yunlong in the sky. This move was originally a huge force burst out from the sword body during the time of the battle, and bombarded the other party. It seemed to be vast and unmatched, but it was lost because the area of force was too large and not concentrated enough. The advantage was that it consumed little true qi. How to increase the lethality is what Ye Fan is thinking about at this moment.

The sixth type of dragon dance is learned from the battle in the Warcraft Mountains. It is limited to the level of monsters at that time, and the lethality of this move is also limited.

The seventh line of heaven and earth is Ye Fan's most powerful sword at present. Both the lethality and the lethal area are extraordinary, but it is precisely because of this that this move consumes too much real energy. Often with one move, his three successes will be lost. It's better to say when he meets an enemy weaker than himself, and when he meets an opponent who is evenly matched. This defect is fatal.

Now the advantages and disadvantages of the three moves are constantly replayed in Ye Fan's mind, coupled with the impact of Jin Wantian's crazy knife. At this time, the three moves are constantly evolving and integrating in his mind. At this time, the calculation frequency in Ye Fan's mind has reached an amazing number.

One hour, two hours, five hours, one day, two days, three days, Ye Fan entered a mysterious artistic conception at this time, which is exactly the Taoist realm that all martial artists dream of.

In such a realm, although its own skills will not be improved at all, the understanding of martial arts has reached an amazing level. A day's kung fu is better than the usual year's efforts. Anyone who enters the aisle can challenge after coming out, and the moves are extremely exquisite.

Two weeks later, Ye Fan's hair was covered with dust, and his beard gradually grew out.

Time is passing quietly, and the conspiracy against Ye Nantian's vein outside is unfolding. All the real estate belonging to Ye Nantian has been hit to varying degrees. It is a trivial matter that the store is smashed, and there is no one inside.

This caused an uproar in the Ye family. Ye Nantian's people thought left and right. No matter how they investigated, they couldn't investigate who did it. The enemy must have a deep understanding of the Ye family. After thinking about it, there is only one person who can do this to make everyone have no clue, that is, the elder.

At this moment, in the elder's mansion, the second elder sat in the living room and roared at the elder: "Big elder, do you have the heart to see the Ye family split up and lose their strength?"

"Ye Shun, I don't understand what you're talking about at all." The elder took a sip of tea and said slowly.