Ma Fan rode on the red-eyed demon pig, slowly walking on the vast streets of Luoyang City, thinking of the soldiers who were trapped in the camp today under his own teaching, Zuihou actually rushed out of dozens of people, formed a formation, and blocked a few moves, Ma Fan suddenly had a sense of achievement.

Thinking that those people were willingly forbidden by themselves one by one and became their own Taoist soldiers, Ma Fan was in a good mood and couldn't help humming a small tune.

However, as he walked, Ma Fan felt that something was wrong with the pedestrians around him, and when he saw him, they were all far away. Looking at the frightened crowd around him, Ma Fan said secretly in his heart: "I am not overbearing, nor have I bullied men and women, why are these people so afraid of me? Oh, they must be afraid of the pig demon under my seat, that's it, at least the traffic is smoother." ”

Although he didn't come to Luoyang City for a long time, the streets of Luoyang City were damaged by Ma Fan several times, and there were many people who died in these battles related to Ma Fan, and Ma Fan's reputation was also great among mortals.

"Your name is Ma Fan?" asked a man in his forties, dressed in a coarse cloth samurai suit and carrying a large sword on his back, blocking Ma Fan's path and asking loudly.

Seeing this person's unusual body, Ma Fan immediately knew that this person was a monk, and secretly said in his heart: "I don't know that it was the idiot of that sect who came to send him to death!"

After sighing, Ma Fan said, "Alas, I am Ma Fan." ”

His sigh was for the person in front of him, because he had already seen that although the person in front of him was not weak, he was also a martial saint cultivator, and the martial saint cultivator could no longer pose any threat in the eyes of Ma Fan today, so Ma Fan looked at this person as if he were a dead man, and he didn't even bother to ask the name of the sect.

Hearing Ma Fan's answer, the big man suddenly said in a cold tone: "Junior, you are too arrogant, you can't even get off the mount in the face of me, so you answer me like this." ”

When Ma Fan heard this, he laughed: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to rely on the old and sell the old in front of me." ”

When the man heard Ma Fan's words, his scorched eyebrows were raised, and he snorted: "Wang Yue of a certain family, since you are a disciple of Tong Yuan, you are naturally a junior, even Tong Yuan doesn't dare to hold it up so much in front of me, junior, do you dare to do this?

Tong Yuan died because of Wang Yue, Ma Fan had no good impression of Wang Yue, and even had a faint hatred, if he didn't seek revenge from Wang Yue, he was already a big belly, how could he have much respect for Wang Yue. At this moment, Zaijian was even more disgusted when Wang Yue relied on the virtue of selling the old, and sneered: "It turns out that you are Wang Yue......"

When Wang Yue saw Ma Fan hearing his name, not only did he not get off the mount, but he also replied in a strange way, his tone obviously revealed deep disdain and contempt, and his face was a little flushed.

When Ma Fan saw Wang Yue's appearance, he also guessed a little bit of his psychology, knowing that Wang Yue regarded himself too much as a character, and he didn't get the imaginary attitude when he reported his name, so he was like this. Ma Fan suddenly sneered: "I don't know what you have to do with me? If there is nothing to do, Ma Fan, don't get in the way, so as not to delay my return home for dinner!"

"Okay, you're good!" Wang Yue was very angry, and his tone was extremely cold.

Ma Fan smiled and said, "Xiexie compliment!"

When Wang Yue heard Ma Fan answer like this, his body immediately trembled, and he said angrily: "Today, I will teach you how to respect the old and love the young on behalf of your dead ghost teacher!"

As soon as the words fell, the big sword behind Ma Wangyue automatically ejected, and after drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, it fell steadily into Ma Fan's hand. Fan suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a cold sword intent instantly helped him lock, and a surging sword qi emanated from Wang Yue's body. ...,

Wangyue shouted, holding the sword horizontally in both hands, and the sword tide actually rolled up at the peak of the momentum, forming a wave of oblique sword qi waves, cutting towards Ma Fan, and the scorching sword qi seemed to ignite the surrounding air and block the surrounding space.

Ma Fan didn't expect Wang Yue's sword intent to be so cold, but the sword out was so scorching, facing this Wang Yue felt that his soul was frozen, but his body was grilled by flames, there was really a feeling of ice and fire, even if his strength was as strong as Ma Fan, he was also a little uncomfortable in the face of such extreme swordsmanship and sword intent.

However, even if he is not adaptable, Ma Fan's strength is there, and he is not powerless to fight back against such a sword. In the face of Wang Yue's violent and fierce sword, Ma Fan didn't dare to be careless, summoned the red giant sword that was already covered with dense cracks, and ran the exercises, and suddenly a sword shot out, breaking through the surrounding air, and after slashing through the sword qi in the sky, he only reduced his speed slightly and continued to attack Wang Yue.

Wang Yue hurriedly gathered the surrounding sword qi on the sword body, and the big sword in his hand blocked horizontally, blocking Ma Fan's sword light.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Mochizuki Ma Fan said coldly: "You want to teach me a lesson for my teacher, you are not worthy!"

Wang Yue calmed down at the moment, stared at Ma Fan and said, "I didn't expect you to have such strength, then your cultivation should not have been under Tong Yuan a few years ago, why do you still worship him as a teacher?"

Ma Fan said: "How can you and others imagine the charm of Teacher Tong Yuan?"

When Wang Yue heard Ma Fan's words, his body shook slightly, and then he said angrily: "He defeated me twice, and now that he is dead, I can only live in the shadow of defeat forever, I really can't fight with a dead man? But I have already lost to him, and I can't lose to his disciples anymore, otherwise how can I Wang Yue still be able to gain a foothold in this capital and this Han in the future." ”

Ma Fan said: "I heard that you are very greedy for power, you like to be an official, and you pay more attention to reputation, in this case, you shouldn't come to me today, and you had better be polite when you come to me, but you just relied on the old and sold the old in front of me, I'm afraid that your Wang Yue is destined to fail again today, defeated in the hands of Tong Yuan's disciples, and in the future, you are destined to be a man with your tail between your legs in the face of our vein." ”

Wang Yue said: "I didn't expect you to have such strength today, and it was my mistake to rush to find you, but since I have reached this point, then I will defeat you even if I fight hard today!"

After the words fell, Wang Yue's sword moved, like a star, sprinkling a little bit of luminous light.

The slightest sword qi was volleyed in the air, impermeable, and instantly enveloped Ma Fan in the sword qi.

"What a strong swordsmanship! Although it is only sword qi, even the sword light has not been able to condense, but when it is the turn of the subtle moves, it can be said to have reached the limit of the technique, and the swordsmanship that was extremely violent just now was instantly transformed into such a delicate and small swordsmanship, it seems that it is also like Teacher Tong Yuan who has practiced I don't know how many swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is no longer limited to what style. Ma Fan secretly admired in his heart.