Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1487 Just leave it when it’s good

Snapped!
  Needless to say, just fight.

Not to be outdone, Ye Fan punched out and met the fist of the Holy Son of Purple Mansion. Their magic power impacted each other, and the two figures flew towards the sky.

What followed was an earth-shaking fierce battle.

No matter how weak the Holy Son of Purple Mansion is, he has already been famous for a long time. The future heir of the Holy Land is so strong that he is more powerful than his predecessors.

The secret skills of the Zifu Holy Land are running, and the vast purple energy is filled. The whole person is like the incarnation of Tao, with every trace of Tao charm permeating the air.

Ye Fan showed the vision of his holy body, and as soon as the vision of the green lotus planted in the sea of ​​suffering appeared, the green lotus inherited from the blood of the Qing Emperor fell into his palm, like a magic weapon, against the Taoist charm of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion.

Holding Qinglian in his left hand, he clenched his right hand tightly and punched out with a fierce punch. The fiery and domineering force shattered the void and tore apart all Tao Yun.

Six Paths of Samsara Fist!
  The same boxing technique, in the hands of Ye Fan, is naturally not as invincible as Ming Xiaoyang, but it should not be underestimated.

Punch after punch, no matter how the Holy Son of Purple Mansion changes, I only break it with one punch.

"what!"

The fight lasted only dozens of rounds, and the Holy Son of Purple Mansion was completely at a disadvantage. He was punched in the chest and his bones were almost broken by Ye Fan.

The body flickered and fled into the distance.

When some of the fighting spirit inspired by the rage dissipated, the Holy Son of Zi Mansion did not want to die in the hands of Mark and wanted to end this battle.

"No idea!" The Golden Winged Peng King below saw this scene and said with disdain.

Fortunately, he thought that the Holy Son of Zifu could stand up and fight Mark, and he could be called a man at least, but he turned out to be a coward.

boom!
  Ye Fan was unyielding and pursued him. The two fought in the void, with blazing rays of light that shocked the sky.

The pitch-black night turned into day under their hands.

Bang!
  After losing his fighting spirit, the Holy Son of Purple Mansion became increasingly no match for Ye Fan. He accidentally punched Ye Fan again and was knocked down from the sky by Ye Fan.

The slender body hit the bluestone slab, and the extremely solid bluestone within a radius of dozens of feet turned into powder.

"Poor boy." In the sky, Ming Xiaoyang took out a wicker chair and sat down with Shi Shiran. Seeing the way the Holy Son of Zifu was being brutally tortured by Ye Fan, he said with sympathy.

"You were bullied by the saint, and now you are bullied by your love rival. I think it is better for you to end yourself as soon as possible, so as not to continue to be embarrassed in this golden world!"

The first half of the sentence was okay, but the second half became unserious.

Everyone present was speechless when they heard Ming Xiaoyang's words. Senior, you are indeed the prodigal son and bastard who was famous six thousand years ago. You are indeed extraordinary!

Especially Mingxia, the contemporary Saint of Yaochi standing behind Queen Mother of the West of Yaochi, was even more grateful in her heart: Fortunately, no one knows that he is my father, otherwise it would be really embarrassing!

After saying this, Ming Xiaoyang lay lazily on the wicker chair, letting the night wind make the wicker chair sway, with an indescribably leisurely expression.

"enough!"

During the fierce battle, Ye Fan's mastery of Dou Zi Mi and Six Paths of Samsara Fist continued to deepen, and the Holy Son of Zi Mansion was seriously injured.

After confirming that the Holy Son of Purple Mansion had no fighting power, Ye Fan punched the Holy Son of Purple Mansion on the forehead, intending to end the grudge.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by someone.

The Holy Lord of Zi Mansion stepped forward and stopped Ye Fan, "The victory has been decided, there is no need to see life or death!"

"Yes, senior." Ye Fan didn't have to kill the Holy Son of Purple Mansion, so he agreed calmly.

"You lose." After shouting away Ye Fan, the Holy Master of Zi Mansion looked at the Holy Son of Zi Mansion who was knocked to the ground and seriously injured by Ye Fan, and said in a cold tone, "Then this marriage is settled. From now on, you must not have the slightest objection."

"Yes." The Holy Son of Purple Mansion, whose face was stained with blood, nodded feebly, looking desperate.

He was defeated in public, even his future Taoist companions were snatched away, and he was unable to retaliate afterwards. What a shame!    ……………

After the battle in the Holy City, the storm subsided.

After handing over the life spring water and Divine Phoenix elixir provided by Ming Xiaoyang as betrothal gifts, Zifu Holy Land and Tianxuan Holy Land discussed and decided to set the wedding date ten years later.

By then, it will not be too late for Ye Fan to marry the Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion - Fairy Zixia!

And people from all sides also left the Holy City one after another and returned to their hometowns.

What happened in the Holy City during this period is believed to be a topic of conversation in the cultivation world for some time to come.

News of Ming Xiaoyang's seclusion in the Holy City spread. Even though he had declared that he did not like the excitement, there were still many people in the Holy City.

The existence of the legendary immortal reappeared, obliterating the innate Dao map, and frightening all forces. How majestic!
  Throughout the Holy City, countless people want to know the whereabouts of Ming Xiaoyang, but no one knows where he is hiding.

No, one person might know.

That is, Holy Body Ye Fan!

As the heir to Ming Xiaoyang who taught boxing and the Book of Origin, others may not know where Ming Xiaoyang lives in seclusion, but he must know.

Because Ye Fan is now protected by the Peerless God King and Ming Xiaoyang, no one dares to question him. Only people close to him can get some information from his mouth.

After continuing to stay in the Holy City for a while, Ye Fan and a group of small bandits said goodbye to Ji Ziyue, An Miaoyi and others, intending to leave this place.

Unexpectedly, an invitation broke his plan.

"Boy, come to Dongcheng Fengyu Pavilion!" A familiar voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears, no, it should be echoing directly in his heart.

Suddenly, Ye Fan was stunned.

"What's wrong, little Ye Zi?" Li Heishui asked in confusion when he saw Ye Fanlin standing there.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly and said: "Guys, I have to leave for something."

"What happened?" Tu Fei asked with concern, "Could it be that An Miaoyi or Fairy Zixia is looking for you?"

"No." Ye Fan shook his head, "It was another person looking for me."

"Could it be him!" Li Heishui's whole body trembled. A name came to his mind and he shouted in disbelief.

"Yes!" Ye Fan spat out one word, confirming Li Heishui's guess.

"Then let's go together." Jiang Huairen interjected, "I couldn't catch a glimpse of this legendary figure in my previous glimpse. Now I'm leaving the Holy City, so I can just meet him."

"If I can get some advice, it will be of great use!"

"The bad guys have a point, let's go together." Liu Kou shouted, "Seniors like this shouldn't care about us juniors."

"Forget it, let's go together." Several young bandits insisted on going with him, and Ye Fan couldn't stop them, so he could only agree.

"But remember, don't talk nonsense. If you offend him, we will all be in trouble!"

"Little Ye Zi, don't worry!" Tu Fei hugged Ye Fan's shoulders and assured him.

"In front of such seniors, even if you give us some courage, we won't dare to be presumptuous!"

"That's right, little Ye Zi, are we so ignorant?" Li Heishui, who looked simple and honest, said with a sad look on his face.

A group of guys who originally planned to leave the Holy City turned around and headed towards the east side of the Holy City.

(End of this chapter)