Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor Xiaoyao

Chapter 472 The Covenant of Life and Death (for Subscription)

"Ahahaha, what a big tone. Don't think that you can be invincible in the world with a holy sword. Your little kung fu is really too bad in my eyes. Originally, if you If you are willing to accept me as your teacher, I can also help you to speak well in front of that person, but you don't know good from bad, so I can only kill you and send you to death." The man laughed loudly.

"Since you're so confident, I don't know if you can tell me who entrusted you to kill me." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and asked.

"The person you offended, the person who wants to take your life. You have already made such a big enemy at a young age. Even if I don't kill you, you won't live long." The man said.

With a flash of inspiration, the holy sword appeared in Ye Fan's hands.

"If that's the case, then you go to die."

Before the words were finished, the holy sword shot out a series of sword lights, directly covering the man inside.

The man was directly torn to pieces by the sword lights.

And Ye Fan didn't have the slightest look of surprise on his face, instead he stabbed directly behind him with a backhand sword.

With a sound of 'ding', the holy sword was firmly clamped between the two fingers.

No matter how much Ye Fan summoned up the aura in his body, the holy sword seemed to be rooted, and remained motionless.

Ye Fan's expression changed. He had already guessed that this person's cultivation base was very high, but he never thought it would be so high.

"With such a small level of cultivation, he still learns how to walk in the rivers and lakes like others. He is looking for death." The man laughed, his face was full of contempt.

With two fingers hard, the holy sword hit Ye Fan's chest directly, making a dull sound.

And Ye Fan's body flew directly into the air, hit the wall heavily, and then fell straight to the ground.

The holy sword was still firmly held by Ye Fan.

'Pfft', a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

Leaning on the holy sword and leaning his back against the wall, Ye Fan stood up with difficulty.

The blow just now directly severely injured Ye Fan, and there was a very special force in it that seemed to be constantly destroying Ye Fan's internal organs, making his injury more and more serious.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan said with difficulty.

The man shook his head and said with a little disappointment: "Your cultivation base is too low, too low, too low. I don't know why the holy sword chose you. This time, I will not kill you. After a month, I will still kill you." I came to look for you. If your cultivation base is still so low, then I’m sorry. If you can’t take my ten moves by then, then it will be your death day. I will never be relentless at that time.”

"One month? Well, I'll wait for you to kill me when the time comes." Ye Fan laughed wildly.

The man glanced at Ye Fan, and disappeared into the hotel room in a flash.

"I hope you can take care of yourself." The man's voice came from an ethereal voice.

As soon as the man left, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, and the Immortal Mantra was running at full strength.

Break, fix, break again, fix again.
Although that power is just rootless water, it is like a stubborn disease, constantly absorbing Ye Fan's own aura in Ye Fan's body to strengthen himself.Although the Sutra of Immortality and Immortality is very strong, Ye Fan's realm is so low that the two sides once entered a state of tug-of-war.

By the time Ye Fan completely got rid of the strange energy inside his body, the sky outside was already bright.

The holy sword is by his side, and he forgot to put it away yesterday.

Ye Fan stood up, and saw An Keer lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.Dongfang Bing was in the bedroom, while Sister Wang was in another room.

Hanano|Mai also went back to her room.

After tossing around most of the night last night, everyone was tired.

Fortunately, the performance will be at night, so they can still have a good rest.

Standing in front of the window, there was still broken glass on the ground.A small wind blew in, causing Ye Fan's heart to sink to the bottom of the valley.

Although his current cultivation base is already very good, Ye Fan has increasingly found that his cultivation base is too low, and it is simply not enough to cope with the current situation.

Grandma Guixian, Grandma Shenmu, the mysterious person last night, those fairy emperors I met in Dragon Palace, that old woman after the moon, etc. There are too many people whose cultivation level is not even a little bit higher than my own.If I don't work hard, I'm afraid this life will repeat the tragedy of the previous life.

"Honey, are you okay?" An Ke'er's nervous voice came from behind.

Before he knew it, Ye Fan had been standing in front of the window for more than half an hour.

Ye Fan turned his head, looked at An Keer with a smile on his face, stretched out his arms and hugged An Keer directly in his arms.

"How could something be wrong with your husband?" Ye Fan said softly.

An Keer found a more comfortable position in Ye Fan's arms, closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed this rare good time.

"You guys are very loving." Dongfang Bing's sleepy voice sounded from the door of the bedroom.

Like a frightened little rabbit, An Keer broke free from Ye Fan's arms immediately.

Ye Fan smiled and didn't care at all.

"You guys wash up, I'll get you some breakfast." Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Forget it, my young master. Don't you know that we don't eat breakfast? Eating too much makes us fat. Obesity is the biggest killer to us. One white covers all ugliness, one fat ruins everything. "Dongfang Bing said with a wry smile.

Ye Fan looked at An Keer, An Keer also shook his head, and whispered: "I'm not very hungry, you can eat by yourself."

"You guys are desperate. How can you do it without eating in the morning? Not eating on time is very bad for your health. I'm going to buy something, and you all have to eat some." Ye Fan said in an unquestionable tone .

Looking at Ye Fan's disappearing back, An Ke'er really didn't know what kind of mood she was in.

Dongfang Bing walked to An Keer's side and said, "What's the matter, do you feel that you are very resistant to this kind of feeling, and feel that it is too different from what you imagined."

An Keer sighed, really not knowing what to say.

"There is no backstage, no background, no matter how capable you are, you are like a piece of pure cloth in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, which may be dyed at any time. Sometimes even if you pay A hundred times of hard work may not get a little return. Do you know how many people envy you? Do you know how many people who are not worse than you are crying and shouting to throw themselves into his arms as long as Ye Fan waved his hand? Go? You, please be content." Dongfang Bing said meaningfully.

An Ke'er smiled bitterly, even if she wants to repent, she probably has no chance.

(End of this chapter)