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

Therefore, the Tang Clan patriarch made his decision.

The protective array set up by Ye Fan won't be able to steal much.

He frowned and looked in the direction his disciples were pointing at the Chu Clan System.

However, when he saw the sky filled with crimson sword energy, his eyes widened in astonishment!

This is the true Immortal Slayer!

Everyone says seeing is believing, but now even the Tang Clan Patriarch doesn't dare to believe what he sees!

Because the protective array in the picture is just too terrifying in its power!

Compared to this great formation, the academy's Divine Shock Formation is child's play!

To be able to study formations to such an incredible level.

Could it be that Ye Fan is a genius in formations?!

The Tang Clan Patriarch was filled with surprise and uncertainty!

He was so shocked that his breathing became unsteady!

Looking at the crimson scene before him, the Tang Clan Patriarch suddenly realized something.

No, how old is Ye Fan?

Even if he is a genius in formations, he could not have reached his current level without diligent study!

But his martial arts level is extremely high, and his skill in hidden weapons far surpasses that of my Tang Clan!

There's only one way to achieve this!

Ye Fan is not only a genius in formations, but also a genius in martial arts and hidden weapons!

In fact, he is the Immaculate Body with Five Hearts Facing the Sky!

No matter what they cultivate, they far surpass ordinary people!

Yes, that must be the case!

Only in this way can everything make sense!

The Tang Clan Patriarch, having figured everything out, was utterly astonished!

Just then, a disciple shook his head and sighed:

"Sigh, the thought that even a genius like Ye Fan couldn't resist the charms of a beautiful woman fills me with mixed feelings."

"Yes, what has always driven Ye Fan is none other than the Snow Moon Sword Immortal of Snow Moon City, isn't it?"

Hearing his disciples' words, the Tang Clan Patriarch frowned deeply.

Snow Moon Sword Immortal?!

Would a genius like Ye Fan, who appears only once in a millennium, really be infatuated with a mere sword immortal?!

(bedg)

The Tang Clan patriarch shook his head, certain in his heart:

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"With Ye Fan's cultivation level, what kind of woman couldn't he have?!"

"I'm afraid that through this Truman system, countless women around the world will fall for him!"

"Moreover, someone who is so devoted to martial arts."

"You think he's capable of having romantic feelings?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Li Hanyi!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The outside world was shocked, and the scene on Wangjian Mountain, which caused everything, was equally chaotic!

The thief who went up the mountain to steal the sword had long been swallowed up by the sky full of swords. After this incident, the old sword god, who had personally walked out of the Listening Tide Pavilion, also quickened his pace toward Looking Sword Mountain.

Li Chungang was originally a second-rate figure in the previous era of martial arts, and many people in the martial arts world admired the famous swordsman Li Chungang.

As a leading figure of the older generation in the martial arts world, Li Chungang was very curious about the rising star of Wangjian Mountain.

He wanted to personally spar with that martial arts master to see if the renowned "Two-Sleeve Green Snake Blade" was still as sharp as ever, or if Ye Fan's "One-Sleeve White Dragon Blade" had surpassed its master!

Also on the journey was the old coachman carrying the sword box to the Martial Emperor City.

—The return of Sword Nine Huang!

Within the territory of Liyang.

Outside Emperor Wu's city;

Before even entering the city, not far outside the city wall, there was a stall selling osmanthus wine.

Having traveled all the way from the North Cold, we were completely exhausted.

Old Huang, the stableman, was dressed in tattered hemp clothes and straw sandals, leading a thin, lame, chestnut-colored horse.

Old Huang smelled the aroma of wine wafting in the air, squinted his eyes, and dragged himself over.

In a corner of the liquor stall, I found an empty stool and plopped down on it.

He pulled out the last few copper coins from his pocket, slammed them on the table, and with his last bit of strength, gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

The tavern errand boy stepped forward, glanced at Old Huang, and grabbed a few copper coins from the table with a look of disgust.

He turned around, went back into the hut, and brought out a bowl of yellow wine.

The surrounding drinkers, seeing Old Huang's shabby attire, all hurriedly gave him a wide berth.

They cleared out a fairly spacious spot for Lao Huang.

Old Huang himself once said, "Liquor is my life! As long as I take a sip, everything will be fine."

Old Huang, carrying a sword box, put the wine bowl to his lips, grinned, revealing his two missing front teeth, and took a satisfied sip.

The rice wine, though of questionable quality, still brought a warm feeling to Old Huang's stomach.

Old Huang, who was drinking in a corner, looked up at Wudi City not far away, his mind filled with some thoughts.

Just then, the Truman mirror image appeared before Old Huang's eyes again.

At first, Lao Huang just treated it as a bit of fun while drinking, since all his energy was currently focused on the Wudi City.

But when the Immortal Sword Formation was activated, its overwhelming power instantly leveled a mountain!

A sky full of sword energy, carrying immense power, soared straight into the heavens!

The clouds high in the sky were all broken apart one by one!

Old Huang was stunned by what he saw in the mirror!

He didn't drink the last drop of rice wine in the bowl, placed it on the table, and said absentmindedly:

"Good heavens, is this the sword formation capable of piercing immortals?"

"Don't even mention me, Old Huang. I'm afraid even Old Monster Wang on the top of Martial Emperor City would tremble with fear if he encountered this fierce sword formation!"

Having said this, Old Huang turned his gaze back to the top of Emperor Wu's city wall.

In this final period of time, Old Huang, the stableman, thought of the prince who lived in the northern cold.

The two had traveled together for three years and six thousand miles, but he still couldn't stop worrying about the kind-hearted prince.

Old Huang subconsciously picked up the wine bowl, but after bringing it to his lips, he couldn't bear to open his mouth and drink it all in one gulp.

Instead, he licked the rice wine with his tongue and savored it slowly.

Old Huang, speaking with a thick Sichuan accent, said, "If that martial saint from Wangjian Mountain can truly become our young prince's brother-in-law, then I can finally rest assured."

"I wonder if our number one beauty on the Rouge Ranking, the Second Princess of Beihan, can win over that girl from Wangjian Mountain."

While Old Huang was talking to himself, the image in the mirror had already appeared in front of Ye Fan.

At this moment, Ye Fan, dressed in white, was wandering among the ruins left by the sword formation.

He would sometimes sigh, and sometimes shake his head.

Old Huang was watching with curiosity when the Martial Saint of the Mortal World spoke leisurely.

"Rough! Too rough!"

"This sword formation is indeed rather weak."

"Fortunately, no outsiders knew, otherwise we would have lost face completely."

Hearing Ye Fan's words through the Truman Show, Old Huang felt a surge of heat in his chest and almost coughed up blood in anger!

"weak?"

Jian Jiuhuang's cheek twitched, and he said helplessly, "If this is weakness, then there are no strong people in the world???"