Hearing Su Bancheng's words, Ye Fan was suddenly stunned.

This meal has not been eaten yet, Su Bancheng is about to find himself to make a move, no matter how he hears it, something is not right.

Seeing that the expression on Ye Fan's face was a little embarrassed, Su Bancheng immediately explained there.

"Mr. Ye, don't think about it, I don't mean anything else, I just want to compete with you.

After all, yesterday, I had already seen what you were capable of.

I haven't fought against a master for many years, so I suffered a loss when I fought against that Chen Qi yesterday.

Now that you are living in my house, how can I waste such a good cultivation opportunity. ”

When Su Bancheng spoke, the expression on his face was very sincere.

It can be seen that what Su Bancheng said should be true.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan patted his thigh there and said.

"Since Master Su wants to practice, then I will definitely accompany him to the end.

But let's talk about it, it must be the end of the point. ”

"That's nature, our current relationship must not hurt the harmony."

After getting Su Bancheng's assurance, Ye Fan smiled there again.

"Master Su, are you going to let your golden knife out of the horse in a while?"

"Mr. Ye, it seems that you are very interested in my golden knife."

Su Bancheng was right, from the first time he saw the golden knife, Ye Fan already had a sense of familiarity.

The golden sword, both in its shape and in its style, was somewhat similar to a weapon he had seen before.

It's nothing else, it's the previous ghost head knife.

To put it simply, Su Bancheng's golden knife is basically a small ghost head knife.

However, unlike the replica used in the previous pack, this golden knife has its own unique power.

His bright light and righteous momentum really made Ye Fan feel unusual.

The two of them ate a few more bites, and slowly stood up, they planned to be in the courtyard first, moving their muscles and bones, and starting to fight.

Yesterday's yard was burned to the ground.

But when he came here again, Ye Fan found that something was a little different.

After an overnight repair, it was renovated into a garden.

Su Bancheng's workers dug up the charred soil and brought in a large amount of fresh turf to re-pave the place into a sea of green.

After that, they transplanted a large number of cherished flowers, and although it was not as good as the previous garden, it was not far from ten.

Smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the garden, Ye Fan suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

Compared to the sanatorium in Mu Xuehan's house, the garden in Su Bancheng's house seemed to be a better place to cultivate.

At this point, he suddenly closed his eyes, and then slowly sat down on the ground, as if he was meditating and pranayama.

It was indeed similar to what Ye Fan expected, the fresh air here was conducive to the growth of his spiritual power.

Since he was fighting with a guy like Su Bancheng, he had to fight for twelve points.

Seeing Ye Fan's appearance, Su Bancheng suddenly showed a surprised expression again.

"This young man, indeed, is unusual.

It is really rare to know how to cultivate at such a young age. ”

Su Bancheng also smiled at this time, and then he also began to adjust his breathing to prepare for the next battle.

After about ten minutes, Ye Fan had already adjusted his body.

But he slowly stood up and opened his eyes gently.

Su Bancheng looked at it, and Ye Fan's eyes seemed to exude a warm light.

What a profound cultivation it takes to reach such a state?

At the same time, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and said to Su Bancheng with a smile.

"Master Su, you should also take out your golden knife."

Hearing only a whoosh, a golden light flashed from Su Bancheng's sleeve, and the sharp short knife from before appeared in his hand again.

"Mr. Ye, do you want to choose some weapons too, so that you can deal with me with your bare hands, if I win, I won't be able to win."

"No, no, no." Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "After all, the two of us are just competing, you won't be a killer, right?" ”

Ye Fan said this very cleverly, he originally just wanted to say that to deal with Su Bancheng, there is no need to use weapons at all.

If you really say that, you will definitely Su Bancheng off.

When he says this now, he will not only give Su Bancheng the steps, but also let Su Bancheng's subordinates show mercy, which is really a double win.

The meaning of these words, Su Bancheng would not not understand, at this time he also smiled, and at the same time took the short knife to his chest.

"Mr. Ye, since you said that, then let's not waste time!"

said that it was too late, and Su Bancheng rushed towards Ye Fan at an extremely fast speed.

The golden short knife in his hand exuded a strange light.

Ye Fan didn't dare to be sloppy at this time, and immediately concentrated his spiritual power in his hands, preparing to resist Su Bancheng's attack.

With a click, Ye Fan directly used his palm to block Su Bancheng's knife.

Although Ye Fan was only flesh and blood, he was protected by spiritual power, and he was not injured.

Seeing this scene, Su Bancheng suddenly laughed again.

"It's not bad, there is such a strong momentum on the body.

But my knife can cut through any qi in the world! ”

At this time, I saw Su Bancheng, and with a turn of his wrist, the short knife also turned around on Ye Fan's fist.

Before Ye Fan could react, he suddenly felt a numbness in his hands.

The spiritual power that it had concentrated on its fist before actually disappeared in an instant.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ye Fan's face looked a little incredulous, but after a while, he immediately discovered the problem.

On top of that golden short knife, there seemed to be a thin layer of spiritual power wrapped in it.

But what is very strange is that these spiritual powers do not seem to be generated by Su Bancheng, but by the knife itself.

The knife itself will produce spiritual power, which Ye Fan is really unheard of.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of weapon could have such an effect.

He was so distracted, Su Bancheng attacked again.

His knife swings from side to side, not with the usual agility.

It didn't take long for Ye Fan to have large and small wounds on his clothes.

Fortunately, after having the experience just now, Ye Fan adjusted the direction of the spiritual power on his body.

He expanded his territory outside his body, forming a vigorous protective film.

Although that golden knife could cut through spiritual power, it couldn't directly hurt Ye Fan's body.

Su Bancheng stabbed more than a dozen times in a row, but he was basically blocked by Ye Fan's protective shield.

But under this kind of defense, Ye Fan's physical strength disappeared quickly.

If the two of them continue to wear out like this, it will be difficult to say whether they will win or lose.

At this time, Ye Fan couldn't hesitate any longer, he suddenly stretched out his hands and aimed at Su Bancheng in front of him.

When Su Bancheng saw Ye Fan like this, he knew that he was going to fight back.

But his posture doesn't look like he's using qi into a sword.

Before Su Bancheng could figure out the situation, a trace of electric light suddenly appeared on Ye Fan's hands.

These lightning crackled and jumped around in Ye Fan's hands.

"What's going on, and why do you have lightning on your hands?"

Although Su Bancheng shouted like this, Ye Fan didn't pay attention to what he meant.

"Master Su, your knife is very powerful, I don't know if you can catch my move!"

Before the words fell, Ye Fan had already pushed out with both hands, and at this time, the electric light in his hand quickly turned into a huge ball of thunder and lightning, and smashed directly towards Su Bancheng.

Seeing this shining electric ball, Su Bancheng was a little stunned at that time.

However, he still swung his golden knife and blocked the attack of the electric ball at once.

At the moment when the golden knife and the electric ball came into contact, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.

The power of the explosion was not small, and the turf that had been laid before was now blown into the air again.

After a while, the dust settled, and only Su Bancheng was left standing there with a golden knife, covered in black ashes.

Seeing this situation, Su Yu next to him suddenly couldn't sit still.

"Ye Fan, what did you do, why did you be cruel to my father?"

Before Ye Fan could explain, Su Bancheng suddenly coughed twice.

"Ahem, Xiaoyu, Mr. Ye didn't make a ruthless move, he just showed mercy to his subordinates just now.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand here.

By the way, Mr. Ye, I haven't asked for advice yet, what is this trick just now? ”

"Lightning Crit!"

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