Three days have passed since Wang Zhen's death.

Wang Zhen's death, carefully Hushan Villa, caused quite a stir, but the two young people who saw that scene were silent about it.

That night, Zhang Gui returned with a convoy.

When passing through the gate of the inner courtyard, he saw Wang Zhen's corpse, with the strength of Wang Zhen's second-rate top master, he was beheaded with a knife, which was very shocking to Zhang Gui, and at that moment, Zhang Gui hurriedly rushed into the inner courtyard......

After that, he was stunned to find that everything was safe and sound.

After finding the three of them, Ye Yu, the girl in the room, Zhang Gui learned what happened, and also knew that because Ye Fan was ruthless, no one dared to clean up Wang Zhen's body, for fear of making Ye Fan unhappy.

Zhang Gui's face was also a little cloudy, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a bit of vitality and excitement, although he didn't know how Ye Fan killed Wang Zhen, but Zhang Gui was still very happy to learn the news.

Zhang Gui couldn't believe it, so he immediately held his breath and sneaked into Ye Fan's room, but when he didn't reach the inner room, Zhang Gui's heart moved slightly, and he already knew that Ye Fan noticed it, and his heart was somewhat shocked, but more excited.

That night, after chatting with Ye Fan for a while, Zhang Gui explained a few things and left in a hurry.

For all this, Ye Fan didn't care, and there was nothing that could really be worth caring about.

From the moment he was reborn, from the moment he learned of the dead pulse, his heart had fallen into a kind of arrogance and coldness, so he looked at all this very lightly.

……

Study, Cabinet.

"Whew~~"

exhaled a dull breath of turbidity, Ye Fan's eyes were shining, his eyes were calm and depressed, his eyes were restrained, and his spirit was compelling, at this moment, where was there still that sickly and fragile appearance?

After cultivating the first realm of the Sword Soul Dao three hundred and sixty times, Ye Fan finally stopped the huge flow of air circulating inside the already numb, sore, and hot meridians.

This kind of process of quenching the knife with the flesh, even once, is a little unbearable, because every time, the sharp pain of the muscles like pins and needles penetrates the soul, penetrates the soul and penetrates into the bone marrow and soul, and no one can bear it at their own expense, but Ye Fan didn't say a word, and made a fierce decision to practice three hundred and sixty times a day!

But in order to be strong, in this world of the jungle, to survive, to let the family live, he has no choice but to be stronger than others!

It is to allow the body to adapt to such intense pain, and in the future, the flesh and blood will be tempered into a flying knife, and the pain to be experienced is far more intense than this pain!

That's all there are and that's all!

Such a resolute will is shocking!

Ye Fan stood up indifferently, at the age of thirteen, that kind of explicit perseverance, but it was completely inconsistent with such an age, but with such an expression and such a personality, Ye Fan would only appear when he was facing himself.

Ye Fan firmly believes that only those who can be cruel to themselves will become an opponent that others are afraid of, and he is destined to become an opponent that everyone will be afraid of when they mention the Ye family!

The overlord knife is a kind of brutal and domineering knife path, and when he embarks on this road, there is no possibility of turning back, and for Ye Fan, he never thought of turning back!

After taking a bath, Ye Fan carried the Xuantie knife on his back and went out for a walk, many maids and servants saw Ye Fan, and they all saluted with panicked faces, but sure enough, they were much more well-behaved and docile than before, and Ye Fan also nodded indifferently, in this way, the majesty of the third young master was completely reflected in this battle.

And as three personal maids and maids, they are all staying in their own boudoir at the moment, at this moment, they are still a little afraid to believe that things are really happening like this, as if a stupid and incompetent fool suddenly became a very smart and admired great sage is incredible, but also because of their own experience of this incident, they have also completely changed their stupid and ridiculous ideas, the third young master of waste materials in their imagination is definitely not waste materials, and even ......

There are some things, they don't dare to think deeply, and they don't dare to think about the complex, they just need to know that the third young master they will serve in the future is the real third young master.

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In the deep night, they couldn't resist Ye Fan's clear gaze, even if they went out or patrolled at night, and saw slaves and slaves, none of them were respectful to Ye Fan, and they would never dare to ask what Ye Fan was going to do, and Ye Fan's cold face also made them have no courage to ask.

After taking a turn in the Careful Lake Villa and breathing in the fresh air, Ye Fan's heart felt a little more comfortable.

After that, the heart is at will, and in the middle of the garden, he practiced the sword by himself, the sword, there are no moves, only the artistic conception and realm, and everything such as moves is inferior.

And Ye Fan's drill is also moved by feelings and artistic conceptions.

The knife arrives, and the knife goes.

Whether it was the sword going sideways, or the scattered moves with no regularity and trajectory to speak of, Ye Fan had some understanding, and in this understanding, Ye Fan finally felt the faint artistic conception of the sword.

This is an artistic conception of moving forward bravely without flinching, this is an artistic conception of killing the enemy with the most concise trajectory and the art of war, and exerting the greatest attack with the least strength!

Suddenly feeling the implication of this, Ye Fan's body shook, his face showed a little surprise, the color in his eyes flashed, and suddenly, feeling the faintly falling leaves behind him, Ye Fan suddenly moved.

The figure left a faint afterimage, and the cold light in his hand suddenly jumped.

I saw that when Ye Fan turned around suddenly, the knife in his hand had already been swung out, and a subtle and clear "poof" sound came from the space.

The trajectory of the leaves did not change, but the center of the leaves was pierced by the sword qi.