My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"We're finally here. For the sake of these brats, we've made the ancestors wait for so long. How embarrassing." Yao Xingzhi wiped off his cold sweat. If they continued waiting, they would all feel too much pressure.

"Hehe, when we were young, the forefather would patiently give us pointers when we had the chance.

Yao Xingzhi and the other elders nodded in succession. "The ancestor's teachings are correct, we will remember them."

"What are you waiting for?"

Why are you still not coming to pay your respects to the patriarchs!? "

Hua Xiaoluo, Yao Ye, and the group of youngsters immediately knelt down and kowtowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

Ye Hongxu amiably smiled and said, "All of you, get up. Little kids, how can there be such a cute little girl? Which child is there?"

What Ye Hong was referring to was naturally the beauty of the flower. It was true that the appearance of this girl could easily attract the attentions of others.

"It's so pleasing to look at." Ye Hong Xu couldn't help but reach out her hand to stroke Hua Xiaoluo's ponytail.

Ye Fan coughed and said, "About that..." "Ancestor Hong Xu, she is my disciple, don't think too much about it."

The group of young people were immediately stunned. This Ye Fan actually dared to speak to the ancestor like that?

However, what surprised them even more was that Ye Hong Xu did not get angry and laughed: "Oh, so it's your disciple. I was late.

Otherwise, I want to take him away. After all, I'm also a sword cultivator. With just one look, I can tell that this child has the Wisdom Heart, Heaven Grade Sword Intent … "Where are the good seedlings?"

"Oh... "This little girl, the more I look at her, the more she makes me fall in love with her. Rest assured, I, your ancestor, cannot win against your master, so don't worry." Ye Hong shook her head as she smiled.

The other youngsters were all looking at the center of the platform with burning gazes.

The black-clothed, long-haired Ren Tianliang was currently standing there attentively with his eyes closed, like a stone statue, imposing himself without getting angry.

However, the other peerless Sword God, was nowhere to be seen … Ji Yuming walked over and said with a smile, "Sir God of Swords, everyone is here. Let's begin."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ye and the others looked around immediately.

"God of Swords?

Where is the God of Swords!? "

Hua Xiaoluo was also somewhat confused. She had seen the Sword God before, but he was clearly not at the scene.

Right at this time, Ye Fan patted the disciple's shoulder, "Okay, Little Luo, Master went over. You just stand here and don't get too close."

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he walked towards the center of the platform, leaving behind a confused Hua Xiaoluo.

In a split-second, the expressions of Yao Ye and the group of youngsters seemed to freeze. They were all flabbergasted and even stopped breathing! What kind of expression do you kids have?

You make such a big fuss, do you really need to go that far? "

Yao Xingzhi criticized.

"Big... Great Elder... He … "Ye Fan..." Yao Ye turned his head stiffly and looked at the elders.

"Nonsense!" Sir God of Swords' name, is it something you can casually call him!? "

Yao Xing reprimanded.

Yao Ye's entire body shivered. The few people beside him who had been making sarcastic remarks earlier also turned pale! Hua Xiaoluo's eyes were wide open. "This … How was this possible … Teacher... Was it a Sword God?

Hearing this, Ye Honghu was even more amused.

"No wonder he was able to rely on the Great Disintegration Art to increase his combat prowess despite the fact that the pressure he seemed weak?"

"As expected of a Blade Master …" "It's understandable that he would pursue the ultimate combat power."

Some of the Patriarchs and Elders immediately saw through what was going on and started frowning.

However, no one dared to criticize Ye Fan.

After all, Ye Fan's position was very clear. Even if he had learned Chi You's method, no one would care too much about it.

No wonder he's so powerful!? "

Qitong, who had once fought against Ye Fan in the Divine Dragon Competition, felt a chill run down his spine as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

On the other hand, Ling Mingjing said with a trembling voice, "The 'Trembling of the Ancient' in the Xuanyuan Illusion Realm … So it was him?

Thinking back to the many times he had made things difficult for Ye Fan, Ling Mingjing felt that she was no different from an idiot! In Ye Fan's eyes, how small and ridiculous was he?

Yao Ye fell to his knees and kowtowed far away, "Swordgod!" I was blind just now! "Please don't blame me!" The other youths also knelt down in succession with faces full of fear.

Although they couldn't understand how Ye Fan had become a sword god, they could only be shocked speechless by the reality before them! What was going on?

Elder Feng, what are these little things talking about!?

Did they provoke the God of Swords?

"

Feng Qinglan sighed. After a simple explanation, everyone immediately understood.

"Bastard!" I already told you not to be arrogant! "

Ye Fan turned around and smiled, "It's okay, don't stand so close to them, in case we hurt them."

Hurry up and move far away! "

Yao Xingzhi waved his hand.

Yao Ye and the group of young people hurriedly retreated, all staring at Ye Fan's back in shock, as if they were in a dream.

At this moment, Ren TianKuo opened his eyes, like two golden lightning bolts, they fell on Ye Fan's body, instantly enveloping the whole arena with his imposing aura! Monarch level Sword Intent, Great Art of Demonic Disintegration... Interesting, it's worth it that I didn't leave this place too early … " Ye Fan's eyes also gradually lit up with fighting spirit, "I also want to experience the power of an emperor level fist intent."

As soon as they finished their words, burning dragon flames exploded from their bodies! A domineering aura of fist energy began to sweep up his arms, as if two golden fire dragons were coiling around his arms! Ye Fan knew that for a melee move like a fist technique, he had to use the advantage of the sword intent's killing range.

With a thought, nine top-grade [Divine Refining Flying Swords] with different colors instantly appeared around Ye Fan. To such an opponent, summoning tens of thousands of swords was meaningless. What he needed was precision, accuracy, and strength! "With nine swords, Ye Fan used his sword intent and disintegrated!" Weng! - The nine swords let out a melodious hum, the sword intent wrapped around them shot up into the sky! An incomparably sharp pressure, even sharper than before, suddenly spread out! This … The sword intent actually rose in pressure!? "

Ling Yan was surprised.

The group of forefathers were experienced and knowledgeable as well. After some thought, they finally understood the crux of the matter.

" Now things were getting interesting. The two of them didn't make a move …. His methods have already greatly broadened our horizons! "

Ling Yan sighed.

The group of Patriarchs shook their heads and sighed. As for the Elders and youngsters with insufficient cultivations, all of them were dumbfounded by what they saw! What was going on!?

Why hadn't the fight begun yet, but this pressure was already making it hard for them to breathe!?

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