Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

There's no way to lower the price further, what else can we do?

He felt the power of a ninth-rank martial artist spreading slightly within his body.

Ye Fan's face finally showed a look of satisfaction.

Now, it shouldn't attract any more attention.

A ninth-rank martial artist who can wound armor without breaking it is considered to be of the lowest rank.

Surely no one would harbor ill intentions towards a mere ninth-rank martial artist?

As long as you hide it well enough.

No one will dare to mess with him!

Ye Fan was very satisfied with his actions.

He stretched and hummed a little tune.

In this world rife with danger, where one must walk on thin ice.

One wrong step and you'll fall into an abyss from which there is no return.

No matter how careful you are, it's never too much.

……

On a solitary peak beside Wangjian Mountain.

Seeing Ye Fan's actions from afar, Xiao Se couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He looked like he had swallowed a fly whole, his facial features contorted in pain.

Immediately, he shook his head and laughed.

This martial arts master actually has this kind of trick up his sleeve...

I never expected that the other person's thoughts would be so different from those of ordinary people.

If it were someone else, having reached such a level...

Not to mention anyone else.

Even I, if I ask myself honestly, would never hide my own strength.

Having reached this point, it can be said that no one in the world dares to provoke them.

Wherever they go, they are treated as honored guests.

Even after entering a dynasty, the reigning emperor must show deference to them.

Yet this is the realm that everyone dreams of.

Ye Fan, the martial arts saint among men.

But they insist on being different from everyone else.

They were already practically the strongest beings in the world.

Looking across the martial arts world, there are those who can rival him.

It's only a handful.

But he insisted on disguising himself as a ninth-rank martial artist.

Just how low-key does this have to be?

Is he afraid of being recognized?

If it were an ordinary person...

Their tails are practically wagging in the air, as if they want to bang drums and gongs and show off their power.

To declare their strength.

Perhaps this is the difference between us and the martial saints of the mortal world...

In terms of mindset alone, they are already on completely different levels.

A sense of solemn respect filled Xiao Se's eyes.

I should also learn from the Martial Saint.

……

The Northern Cold Prince's Palace.

Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold, is playing chess with Li Jinshan.

"King of the North, it's your turn."

As Li Jinshan placed his piece, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Xu Xiao stared at the chessboard, pondered for a long time, and then burst into loud laughter.

"You bastard, Li Jinshan."

"Truly worthy of being my trusted strategist, the greatest strategist of our time."

"They actually set up an ambush for me here."

"If I hadn't worked with you for so many years, I wouldn't know you to some extent."

"I'm afraid that with this move, I'll fall into your trap."

Xu Xiao smiled and uttered a single word.

He immediately looked up, wanting to see Li Jinshan's shocked expression.

To his disappointment, Li Jinshan still wore a confident smile.

Xu Xiao's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"King of the North Cold, King of the North Cold."

Li Jinshan laughed.

"We've worked together for so many years, how could I not know that we've known each other for so many years?"

Before the words were even finished, a piece had already been placed.

In an instant, the turbulent situation on the chessboard was completely disrupted!

Xu Xiao's pupils contracted.

Lu Qiu'er reported that the Second Miss had left Liyang and headed to Xueyue City.

Li Yishan wondered what kind of conspiracy this martial saint was plotting, as he recalled Ye Fan hiding his true strength.

Could it be targeting Bei Han?

“King of Northern Cold, I am worried that if a martial saint from the mortal realm were to descend from the mountain and come to our Northern Cold.”

"The people of Beihan have always been known for their fierce and valiant nature."

"If there are any foolish brats who think that a ninth-rank martial artist, a Martial Saint of the Mortal Realm, is easy to bully..."

"If we cross him, things could get really messy!"

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on Xu Xiao's forehead.

He looked at Ye Fan's figure and lost all interest in playing chess.

Xu Xiao suddenly stood up and took a deep breath.

"It seems we need to plan ahead."

"Somebody come!"

The guards outside the door responded immediately.

"My subordinate is here!"

"King Xu Xiao of the North Cold said in a deep voice."

"Issue my military order: the Six Sons of Northern Cold, and all others, are strictly forbidden from underestimating any ninth-rank martial artist!"

Upon hearing Xu Xiao's command.

The guards outside the door were immediately taken aback.

But seeing the solemn look on Xu Xiao's face...

He knew that this King of Northern Cold was definitely not joking!

Xu Xiao's eyes turned cold, as if he had thought of something.

Just as the guards were about to relay the order.

He spoke again.

"and many more."

"Does the King of Northern Cold have any further orders?"

The guard immediately stopped and spoke respectfully.

Xu Xiao stroked his beard and said sternly.