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"How is this possible?

Liao Hai, who was standing in the crowd dressed in gray, looked at Ye Fan not far away with a dumbfounded expression.

With an old martial marquis like him, who cultivated in the late stage of martial spirits, he surpassed most of the early and middle martial marquis, making them stay away, and they could already be called masters among the martial marquis. Therefore, the strong man surnamed Bi in the middle of Wuhou saw that his cultivation was profound, and he didn't want to fight him.

If you can reach the late-stage realm of dual-line martial souls at the same time, then you can become the first-rate top master of the Wuhou realm, even if it is the late stage of Wuhou, you don't dare to provoke easily.

And the three martial souls reached the late realm at the same time. It was a super-first-class peak master at the level of Wuhou, and there was no one in ten thousand.

As long as it is below the Martial King, no matter what cultivation and realm it is, it is afraid to avoid it.

This kind of super-first-class strength in the Martial Marquis Realm is already directly chasing the Martial King Realm, and it can almost fight with the Pseudo-Martial King. King Wu didn't dare to wait and despise it.

However, there are very few martial marquis who can cultivate the three lines at the same time.

Because the cultivation materials consumed by the peak of the three lineages of martial arts can make a thousand-year-old martial cultivation family of a vassal country go bankrupt directly, burning money and burning flesh.

The shock in Liao Hai's heart was indescribable. He, an old martial marquis "master" who is more than 200 years old, is also a very high status in the Xisheng Great Princely State, but in front of a three-line martial marquis like Ye Fan, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The caravan leader Huo Guangcheng was also full of shock, he finally saw clearly Ye Fan's cultivation strength, it was simply unfathomable, no wonder Ye Fan dared to appear alone in Gujie Village through the swamp.

Knowing this, there was no need for him to compromise and endure humiliation in front of the strong man surnamed Bi. A squad of red-clothed gang members is not worth mentioning at all in front of such a super-first-class martial artist.

Liao Wenyan was shocked, and there were ripples in the phoenix's eyes. It's more of wonder and reverence. She never thought that Ye Fan, who was inconspicuous in the caravan, was actually the late stage realm of the third-line martial soul, the peak of the super-first-class martial marquis, which was unimaginable in the early stage of a martial marquis like her. The most important thing is Ye Fan's age, he doesn't look much older than her.

Jia Xu was dumbfounded. Seeing the envious and reverent looks of Liao Wenyan, Liao Hai, Huo Guangcheng and other martial marquis, his heart was even more jealous, and he had mixed feelings.

"Hmph! At such a young age, he doesn't rely on the strength of the family's money! Relying on himself to earn money, it is estimated that he is not even Wuzun. If my family is willing to give me desperate money at any cost, hundreds of thousands, millions of yuan stones, I can also become the peak of the third-line martial marquis at a young age!

Jia Xu disagreed and said disdainfully. In his eyes, Ye Fan became the pinnacle of the late stage of the third-line martial arts when he was in his twenties. It must be that his family has spent a lot of money on Ye Fan.

Liao Wenyan glanced at him, and said angrily: "Jia Xu, if you are unparalleled in talent, why doesn't the Jia family give you the money to cultivate? It's not because you have weak talent, it's not worth spending money at all! The family is willing to spend money for him to cultivate into a three-line martial marquis, that at least proves that people have the value of spending money to cultivate." ”

"Uh.That's because I'm not a descendant of the Jia family~!"

Jia Xu was speechless, his face was red, and he forcibly distinguished a few words. But soon it was impossible to continue. Even if he is a descendant of the Jia family, he will not be treated like this by throwing money at the three lineage martial marquis. The entire Shenwu Continent. There are not many families of vassal states who will spend money at any cost to cultivate a three-line martial marquis.

Several martial artists of the Red-clothed Gang admitted that they didn't dare to compete with Ye Fan for a position anymore, and honestly lined up behind the big queue at the ferry.

It didn't take long for the strong man surnamed Bi to gradually wake up from the thunder devouring bombardment, and his team accomplices fed him a few third-order healing pills and regained some strength. The injuries covered in Raggio were temporarily suppressed.

"Boss Bi, what should we do, let's just forget it?"

"Hmph, at this Gujie Village ferry, I can't help him. Let's wait until we return to the ancient land of the ancestral gods! See how you clean him up!"

The strong man surnamed Bi was lying on the ground panting, looking at Ye Fan in the distance with gloomy eyes, revealing strong fear and hatred, gritting his teeth and saying.

The power of the Red-Coated Gang in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral God is very large, and it is very protective, and it will not tolerate a scattered martial marquis to bully the heads of the Red-Coated Gang. Although he is not Ye Fan's opponent, if he can invite a martial king of the Red-clothed Gang to help, it will not be difficult to clean up Ye Fan.

Gujie Village has always respected the real martial arts powerhouse, as long as the strength is strong, everyone will take the initiative to stammer, avoid, and default to their priority.

Of course, the red-clothed gangsters like the strong man surnamed Bi, who are not very strong but bully others, although they are also fearful, they are despised.

Soon, many Wuhou expressed their willingness to take the initiative to give up their positions and invited Ye Fan and Huo Guangcheng's teams to line up.

The teams of several martial kings undoubtedly occupied the front of the ferry, the best dozens of positions.

With Ye Fan's strength, Huo Guangcheng's merchant team moved forward slightly, which was also an ordinary thing and did not attract criticism.

Soon, the Gujie Village ferry port regained its tranquility, and everyone lined up patiently on the cliff, waiting for the time to fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge.

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"Look, this wisp of green smoke at the mouth of the canyon is about to straighten! The wind in the Ghost Howling Gorge is about to stop and reverse!"

"Everyone, get ready, fly across the Ghost Howling Gorge!"

"Keep the order of the flying line, don't mess up! Observe the green smoke at any time, and once the green smoke becomes crooked again, stop the flying immediately!"

The crowd queuing at the ferry port of Gujie Village suddenly became excited when they saw the change in the wisp of green smoke. Many experienced martial marquis shouted loudly, reminding others to pay attention.

In the canyon, the moment when the huge wisp of green smoke straightened.

The strongest martial kings shot out towards the opposite shore and safely crossed the Ghost Howling Gorge more than ten miles long at the fastest speed. Afterwards, they went directly to the Yin Imperial City in the Ancient Land of the Ancestral Gods.

The Wuhou followed closely behind, carrying large bundles of ropes weighing thousands of catties, and flew towards the opposite bank.

Above the Wuhou period, they can fly in the sky, but the Wuzun can't do it.

If there is a martial venerable in a certain team, then the two martial marquis must first cooperate to build a rope bridge on both sides of the strait that is more than ten miles long, and they can only step on the rope to pass.

A rope that is more than ten miles long. To be used by a large number of martial artists at the same time, non-ordinary materials can be carried. Usually this rope is woven from tough, lightweight fine snow silk, but it is expensive. Or a little inferior iron rattan silk tendon, cheaper, but several times heavier, more than ten miles long. It weighs thousands of pounds.

"Brother Ye, help bring this bundle of ropes over!"

Huo Guangcheng took out a bundle of iron rattan silk tendon ropes.

"Okay!

Ye Fan rode the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis, then nodded, and ordered the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis to pick up a rope made of iron vine silk tendons, and flew towards the other side of the Ghost Howling Gorge.

The speed of the Golden Eagle Beast Marquis was extremely fast, even surpassing the Martial Marquis who had flown earlier than Ye Fan. In a short period of time, the golden eagle flew over the Ghost Howling Gorge and landed on the opposite shore with its wings.

Ye Fan used an ordinary third-order Xuantie spear to tie one end of the rope to the shore of the Ghost Howling Gorge. Deeply rooted in the rocks. Huo Guangcheng was fixed on the other side of the opposite bank, and then the martial artists of the small caravan hurriedly jumped onto the rope with the thickness of their thumbs and began to gallop on the shaking rope to cross the Ghost Howling Gorge.

A rope is very thin, but fortunately, with the strength of the Wuzun Realm, it is still easy to fly ten miles on the rope.

"Hurry up!"

Huo Guangcheng rushed to the Wuzun merchants.

Time is very tight, and no one knows when the wind that has temporarily stopped in Ghost Howling Gorge will suddenly reappear, and almost everyone is racing against time. Don't dare to delay a single moment.

So every time he crossed the Ghost Howling Gorge, it was the Martial King who went first. The powerful martial marquis followed.

If the other martial artists are too late, once the wind in the Ghost Howling Gorge rises again, then they can only give up flying across the Ghost Howling Gorge and wait for the opportunity to fly into the ancestral god ancient land in the next year.

Huo Guangcheng, Liao Hai, Liao Wenyan, and Jia Xu, the four martial marquis, also hurriedly flew in the sky and flew to the other side of the Ghost Howling Gorge.

In the mid-air of the Ghost Howling Gorge, Wuhou was flying at high speed. And on the many ropes that connect the two shores. It is a large number of martial artists who are stepping on the rope to grab the ferry.

The strong man surnamed Bi and his group of four martial marquis and four martial honorables also quickly flew across the canyon for more than ten miles, but the strong man surnamed Bi did not leave in a hurry, but looked coldly at the small caravan of Ye Fan and Huo Guangcheng not far away.

Although they set off later, they had few people, but they flew across earlier than Huo Guangcheng's small caravan with dozens of martial artists.

"Boss Bi, let's go to Yinhuang City now. Find a Martial King Elder to clean them up?"

A red-clothed martial artist said.

Yin Imperial City is the largest giant city in the ancient land of the ancestral gods, with a large population. The headquarters of almost all the major forces in the Ancestral God Ancient Land were located in the Yin Imperial City. The Red-clothed Gang is no exception, there are a large number of masters in the Yin Imperial City, and there is no lack of strength in the Martial King Realm.

"No, don't worry, Lao Tzu has a grudge, and he has always reported it on the spot!"

The hideous face of the strong man surnamed Bi was full of violence. He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance for the wind to change in the direction of the Ghost Howling Gorge. He couldn't help Ye Fan, but he wanted to use this small caravan to vent his evil anger.

The calm of the Ghost Howling Gorge only lasted for a short period of more than a hundred breaths.

Suddenly!

The wisp of green smoke on the cliff trembled and began to shake. This is a strong sign of a reversal of wind direction, an impending wind.

"It's not good! The wind is about to rise, hurry, those who are already in the middle of the rope should hurry up and rush to cross!

Huo Guangcheng yelled.

The entire Ghost Howl Gorge in this section is about ten miles long. Wu Hou will soon be able to fly over.

But Wuzun can't. Even half of it is a distance of five miles, and for Wu Zun, it takes at least dozens of breaths to fly at full speed, which is very deadly.

"Good chance!

The strong man surnamed Bi suddenly laughed, and suddenly threw out an arc-shaped fire blade towards the iron rattan silk tendon rope of the caravan in the Ghost Howling Gorge.

Then, he didn't look at the result, greeted the people in the red-clothed gang, laughed wildly, turned into a stream of fire and flew away in the direction of Yin Huang City, "Boy, Lao Tzu will collect some interest first, and Lao Tzu will wait for you in Yin Huang City when I turn around!"

The fire blade was not very powerful, but it was extremely fast, and the "slash" cut the rope.

The last four or five Wuzun merchants who were flying across the Ghost Howling Gorge on that rope suddenly let out a terrified scream, stepped on the rope under their feet, and fell into the Ghost Howling Canyon one after another.

(To be continued.) )