You know, the Zhang family has been waiting for a thousand years before waiting for a pure yang body, and then injecting nine dragon veins into his body. If the nine-patterned dragon is completed in the blood, it will be enough to roar to the sky and the earth and be invincible.

Who knew that God was jealous of talented people and Zhang Kuang died early before he succeeded.

Afterwards, the head of the Zhang family mobilized the family forces to find Mr. Bai.

However, he was always hidden under a black robe. No one knew his origin, and no one even saw his appearance.

Moreover, after the Qingyun Test, Mr. Bai disappeared mysteriously and never appeared in the ancient martial arts world again, and even the Zhang family could not find it.

Zhang Yang never expected that Ye Fan in front of him was the legendary Mr. Bai!

This news was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing his psychological defense to completely collapse.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The young master of the Zhang family actually burst into tears: "Mr. Bai, no - Mr. Bai, Grandmaster Bai, please spare my life, I don't want to die! Take all the treasures on me, and I also write down all the martial arts of the Zhang family. I just want you to give me a way out! Don't worry, I will never betray your identity!"

Seeing his look of waving his tail and begging for mercy, fearing death, Ye Fan showed disdain and felt contempt in his heart.

People who practice should not only have pride, but also have pride.

Even if you face a strong enemy, you will face it calmly. It is better to be broken than to be completely broken.

This is a hero!

Now, in order to survive in a vain, Zhang Yang can abandon all his etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame and sell his family, which is really disgusting.

Ye Fan looked at him from a high point, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. I have been between you and your Zhang family for a long time, so how could I let you go? Do you have any last words?"

Between the lines, there is a murderous intent that is solid.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang's hair stood up all over his body, and he was as silent as if one foot had stepped into the gate of hell.

He opened his mouth and wanted to continue begging for mercy, but his tongue was extremely stiff and he couldn't even say a complete syllable.

"Thorn!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes sterned, he raised the Thunder Tribulation Sword and swung it down fiercely, and chopped it into his face.

Now, Zhang Yang has no helper or any means of protecting himself. After a sword, his head will fall to the ground.

"Swish!"

At the critical moment, a small wooden sword flew out from his eyebrows.

At first glance, this wooden sword is not surprising, just like the one on a street stall, but there is a mysterious aura attached to it, which is simple, vicissitudes, solemn, solemn, lofty, and pure...

This is a breath that touches the origin of the Great Dao, like a mist and a sea, like a god coming to the world, and it cannot be described in words.

Then, something incredible happened-

There was a tall figure who actually "jumped out" from the wooden sword.

Looking from afar, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties, with his phoenix eyes flying slanted, his long eyebrows on his temples, his forehead is high and his nose is straight, his sword eyebrows are starry eyes, extraordinary.

The ethereal meaning was revealed in every move, just like an immortal about to ascend to the sky.

As soon as he appeared, all kinds of strange phenomena appeared in the surrounding heaven and earth.

The divine clouds are everywhere in the sky, the unicorn is spitting out auspiciousness, the purple air comes from the east, and the fairy sound is heard...

After seeing his appearance, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, as if a drowning man saw a life-saving straw and shouted:
Chapter completed!