Looking at the Xuantie knife in his hand, Ye Fan preferred to call this knife a flying knife.

Although, through the Dao of the Sword Soul, Ye Fan knew that this knife, strictly speaking, was far inferior to even the most inferior flying knife.

Back in the study building, Ye Fan felt a little uneasy in his heart.

This time, Zhang Gui left in a hurry, which also shows one thing, that is, Zhang Gui will definitely go back to inform the Ye family of everything here.

In this way, Ye Fan thought that if he knew the secret of the sword path, he would also be revealed to the world.

In fact, with Ye Fan's state of mind, he also had some expectations for the Ye family to learn such a secret.

Daddy's gaze, is it surprise, relief, or excitement? Or is it nothing?

Ye Fan couldn't guess it, but judging from Wang Zhen's matter, a wicked slave could be a housekeeper in the courtyard of this Meditation Mountain Villa, but this matter gave him some thought.

In the rivers and lakes, everything is about strength, even in the Ye family, it is like this!

Killing Wang Zhen, Ye Fan didn't have any worries, on the contrary, what he was worried about was that he would not be accepted by his family!

Strictly speaking, all of this did not touch Ye Fan too much, whether he was accepted or not, from the moment he left the house, this feeling began to fade, but every time he thought of Jiang Xin's extremely loving gaze, this indifferent feeling would gradually melt away from that gaze.

Mother loves him, Ye Fan can be sure.

Thinking was always a little confused, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, exhaled a breath of turbidity, sighed lightly, and began to settle down.

Tonight, it will be another sleepless night.

The next morning, the weather was a little overcast, and before the beginning of summer, there was a refreshing chill in the wind.

The ground was wet, with the occasional withered leaves, fluttering everywhere with the wind.

In the whole world, the sun is very obscure and gloomy, at this moment, it has reached about eight o'clock in the morning, but it still seems to be a little early morning, and the thick black clouds in the sky are pressed over, and the chill makes Ye Fan feel a little tight.

It was a feeling of suffocation, like a great pain was coming, death was imminent.

There was a silent tremor in his heart, and the blood seemed to be circling at an accelerated pace, and his left eyelid was beating involuntarily.

Ye Fan didn't know what this represented or portended, but at this moment, he was really, not afraid of anything.

Although he cherishes his life and cherishes his body, he has already died once, and Ye Fan does not feel that he will still be afraid of death.

Death, for him, is not terrible!

"It's going to rain." Ye Fan opened the window, feeling the chill penetrate his body, Ye Fan stared at the distance ahead, muttering to himself.

In the morning, it really rained lightly, and Ye Fan didn't go out, so he practiced knives in the pavilion.

He knows very well that strength is everything, so the ruthlessness of cultivation and the harshness of his own requirements have reached the point of terror!

Through the judgment of several shots, Ye Fan knew that his realm was around the peak state of a third-rate master, and there was still a difference between him and a second-rate master, but if he was close, with his control of the sword soul path and his familiarity with the knife, even in the face of a second-rate master, he would have a few chances of winning.

After dying once, Ye Fan knew very well the truth of 'invincible, only fast and unbreakable', so in terms of speed, he was also very focused, repeating the same knife control action again and again, striving to achieve the fastest, most accurate, and most labor-saving.

Under such a request, with the gradual exercise, Ye Fan indulged in this kind of exercise.

Time passed, and night fell again.

The cold wind rose, the wind began to howl, and at the beginning of summer, there was another sign of snow.

Frowning slightly, after eating the food sent by the maid Ye Yu, Ye Fan entered the pavilion again to cultivate, and there was no delay in between.

When he came to the room, he puffed up a ball of true qi, and Ye Fan suddenly spit out all the food he had eaten before.

Almost intact, after all of it squirted out of his throat, Ye Fan took out a silver needle from his sleeve and inserted it into it, and in a moment, the silver needle had turned black.

"It's really poisonous!"

Ye Fan was shocked, but he was silent, and immediately brewed a cup of strong tea, then rinsed his mouth and throat, and spit it all out.

Looking at the 'garbage bin' containing sundries outside the attic, Ye Fan cleaned up all these things inside.

Back in the study, Ye Fan's face sank.

Today, everything seems a little strange, the food sent by Ye Xin Yehuan at noon, Ye Fan also swallowed it like this, but when he entered it, he wrapped it with an internal force, then crushed it, swallowed it in his throat, and ate some food in front of the two maids.

After that, during the test, there were no toxins, so I was relieved to eat up the rest of the meal.

And for dinner, Ye Yu came, and seeing that the other party's face seemed to be a little unhappy, Ye Fan knew that he was afraid that something was weird.

In the past, when it was a waste material, Ye Fan didn't need to defend it, but now it's different, since he exposed his strength, Ye Fan has been very cautious.

Being in the rivers and lakes, this is also an involuntary move, if you want to live, you can only be cautious and cautious!

After trying out that the food was poisonous, Ye Fan knew that the wind and snow were coming.

Outside the bed, the north wind was howling, whimpering like a ghost crying wolf, and the wind and snow really came.

In the dark night, there was no light at all.

Ye Fan's eyes stared into the distance, ignoring the cold north wind that swept through his body like a flesh.

Ahead, several vague black figures flickered and disappeared instantly.

Ordinary people may think that this is the afterimage of a tree blown by the night wind, but Ye Fan knows that this is a killer!

Yes, killers.

Put yourself to death? Whose hand is this?

Ye Fan sneered, and there was a bit of self-deprecation in his eyes.

Perhaps, he was infected by his father's rickety and deep figure, and he was abandoned by his family, but he was still so attached to his family and worked so hard, just to give glory to the Ye family!

This is just to feel the warmth of the home in the previous life.

Yourself, you're still too naïve!