Chapter 18 Your compulsion is too low, and my brother won't play with you

Silence, and deathly silence,

People are old and refined, even if Mr. Mo Da is incompetent, he can tell the truth of Ye Fan's words, "Could it be that Ye Shaoxia also has a plot for the position of the leader of the Wuyue Alliance?" ”

"Haha,"

In Mr. Mo's surprised gaze, Ye Fan smiled, and the disdain on his face was overflowing, "Wuyue Alliance Master, but Er'er, this kind of thing is also worthy of me to fight?" ”

It's not that Ye Fan is arrogant, he really doesn't look down on this so-called Wuyue Alliance Master, not to mention the Wuyue Alliance Master, what's the use of being the Wuyue Alliance Master?

The frog at the bottom of the well dares to peep into the sky?

In other words, the bird's ambition to know the bird,

These people in the Smiling Proud Plane, they are all confined to this small piece of world, at most they are just pursuing force, wealth, and prestige, and Ye Fan, from the moment he got the Divine Ring, he didn't take these things seriously. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past, Huizi was beaming, and Zhuangzi saw him.

Or Huizi said: "Zhuangzi comes, and he wants to replace his son." So Keiko was afraid and searched in the country for three days and three nights.

Zhuangzi saw him and said: "There is a bird in the south, and its name is the Bird, what does the son know?" The owl originates in the South China Sea and flies in the North Sea; Non-sycamore, non-practice and non-food, non-liquor and no drink. So the squirrel got rid of the rats, and the peans passed over them, and looked up at them and said, 'Frightened! 'This son wants to scare me with the Liang Kingdom of the son? ”

At this moment, Ye Fan is just like that Zhuangzi, he has long stopped looking at everything in the rivers and lakes of Xiaoao, all he wants is how to transcend, how to achieve immortality through the divine ring, and Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun and let me go, he can't look down on all the things pursued by these careerists!

Mr. Mo Da was silent, with his knowledge, but he couldn't figure it out, but in his heart, Ye Fan was already equivalent to a madman, "Since Your Excellency has no intention of forming an alliance with the Lord of Wuyue, why did you stop the old man." ”

"It's nothing, I just want to see if Mr. Mo Da is as incompetent as rumored," Ye Fan turned around and left the alley without looking back, leaving only a faint echo of his voice,

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the lord of the dignified Hengshan faction is afraid of the head and tail, and he is not enough to conspire."

"Are you scared?"

Mr. Mo Da drooped his head, not angry because of Ye Fan's words, it should be said that he has long been accustomed to hearing such words, everyone has their own ambitions, what he wants is nothing more than to hope that the inheritance of the Hengshan faction will not be interrupted, but it is a pity that he is not with others, and in the face of the strong people on Zuo Lengchan's side, he can only make promises and steal his life.

Not to mention how much impact Ye Fan had on Mr. Mo after his words,

After saying goodbye to Mr. Mo Da, Ye Fan's thoughts about visiting Hengyang City were much lighter, and he turned back to Liu's Mansion, returned to his guest room, and practiced swordsmanship.

In the golden book, there are countless peerless martial arts, but Ye Fan loves swordsmanship alone, especially after getting the exquisite swordsmanship of Dugu Nine Swords, his enthusiasm for swordsmanship is even more than in the past.

After all, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers,

Since ancient times, the sword has been supreme and noble, and people and gods have been worshipped. It is the ancestor of short soldiers, the weapon of close combat, and with profound Taoist art, it has entered the legend of Xuan. In fact, because of its lightness, wear, and swiftness, the princes and emperors of the past dynasties, the scribes and knights, and the merchants and the common people are all proud of their perseverance.

With a long sword in hand, Ye Fan began to practice Huashan swordsmanship in the courtyard.

White clouds out of Xiu, there are phoenixes, the heavenly gentry hangs upside down, the white rainbow runs through the sun, the pine welcomes guests, the golden geese cross the sky, the boundless falling wood, the green mountains are faint, the ancient Bai Sensen, the peerless pair, the golden jade is full of halls,

This set of Huashan swordsmanship, seemingly ordinary, every move and every style, all contain the painstaking efforts of the ancestors of the Huashan faction in the past dynasties, Ye Fan has practiced hard for ten years, it can be said that he has already turned this set of swordsmanship into instinct.

If someone is present at this moment, you will find that the sword wind in this small courtyard is fierce, and the sound of sneering is endless, a young man in white is performing swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship seems ordinary, turning over and over, but more than a dozen styles, but the person who can make the sword, but can connect every move and every style naturally, and it is natural,

As the saying goes, the road is simple,

Although this trick is extremely simple, it contains a certain charm, which makes people involuntarily immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Sometimes like thunder, incomparably fast, sometimes like the blue light of the river and sea, quiet and elegant,

Unconsciously, Ye Fan had been practicing for more than three hours, and at this moment, his whole person seemed to be fused with the sword, regardless of you and me.

"Senior brother, I'm back!"

A shout from afar woke Ye Fan up from that strange state, it turned out that it was already dark, and Ling Hu Chong also came back to rest.

Looking at Ling Hu Chong's red face, Ye Fan was angry, joking, he finally had an epiphany, but he was interrupted by Ling Hu Chong!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Ye Fan immediately raised the long sword in his hand and shouted towards Ling Hu Chong, "Senior brother, look at the sword!" ”

"Alas, junior brother, what are you doing here?"

Linghu Chong was puzzled, hurriedly dodged the sword, and was about to ask, only to see Ye Fan's sword momentum change, and another sword stabbed him.

This time, he couldn't avoid it.

"Bell,"

In desperation, Ling Hu Chong had no choice but to pull out his sword and take the sword.

"Good, go on,"

Seeing that Ling Hu Chong took over his sword so easily, Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he simply took Ling Hu Chong as a sparring partner.

For a while, the sound of fierce fighting sounded in the entire small courtyard,

Finally, after the two of them fought more than 100 moves in a row, Ling Hu Chong couldn't stand it anymore, threw the long sword in his hand, and said quite boldly, "Don't fight, don't fight, I said junior brother, what are you crazy about, how can you fight well, just fight?" ”

"Nothing,"

After the fight, the anger in Ye Fan's heart also disappeared a lot, and when he saw Ling Hu Chong's embarrassed appearance, he was even more in a good mood, so he put away his long sword, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Senior brother, what have you gained from going to Qunyuyuan these days?" ”

"Ahem,"

Ling Hu Chong was embarrassed to be asked, and his face showed a little embarrassment, "This...... Well, by the way, Master, they're coming over almost tomorrow, junior brother, let's get ready early. ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Ye Fan to continue to ask, he quickly ran back to his room, and the speed was even a few points faster than Tian Boguang's full-speed escape before.

Ye Fan had to sigh that the old man with the nourishment of love was really different.