Excalibur

Chapter 389 I Can't Even Take A Sword

Although the guard of the Fan family was polite on the surface, his tone was unquestionable.

"Go from another street?" Seeing a mere Brahma guard chasing them away, the Immortal Demon Ancestor couldn't help but feel a surge of evil spirits, and his eyes turned red: "You want us to take a detour?"

Seeing that the eyes of the Immortal Demon Ancestor turned red, the guards of the Fan family said coldly, "It's better to take a detour than to lose your life. I advise you to take a detour."

"A detour to the side street is only a few hundred meters longer."

At this time, in the restaurant, Fan Wuyan was chatting happily with all the masters of the Fan family.

"Congratulations to Wu Yan for breaking the record of Cangshen Academy. At the age of 17, he has gathered ten sword hearts!" Fan Qing, the Supreme Elder of the Fan family, laughed.

"Wuyan was 17 years old, and he passed the examination of Cangshen Academy. He is definitely the youngest disciple of Cangshen Academy!" Fan Cheng, another Supreme Elder of the Fan family, said with a smile.

"Cheng Lao, I just got the news that there is a 14-year-old named Yang Xiaotian who also passed the examination of Cang Theological Academy today." At this time, Fan Weihao, a disciple of the Fan family, said.

"What? 14 years old?" When Fan Weihao said that, all the masters of the Fan family were taken aback.

At first, everyone thought that Fan Wuyan's joining Cang Theological Academy at the age of 17 was already a record for the Cang Theological Academy.

Unexpectedly, a 14-year-old appeared!
Even Fan Wuyan was surprised.

"Yes, he is 14 years old." Fan Weihao said, "However, he only hunted 430 four beasts."

Fan Cheng, the grand elder of the Fan Family, said with a smile: "We only hunted and killed more than 1000 beasts. With such combat power, the weaker group is far behind Wu Yan."

Fan Wuyan hunted and killed more than 7000 beasts.

Almost twenty times that!
Another Supreme Elder, Fan Qing, smiled and said: "If Wu Yan strikes a sword, he probably won't be able to catch Wu Yan's sword."

At this moment, suddenly, there was a muffled sound outside the entrance of the restaurant and the guards of the Fan family shouted loudly.

All the masters of the Fan family in the restaurant were accidents.

How dare someone still dare to attack their Fan family guards?
"Let's go out and have a look." Fan Wuyan stood up.

He was curious who would dare to attack their Fan family guards.

Could it be the Zeng family?Or the Yan family?Or is it God's house?

Soon, Fan Wuyan and the others came out of the restaurant, and when they came to the entrance of the restaurant, they saw that the dozen or so Fan family guards guarding the entrance of the restaurant were all thrown aside.

Fan Weihao was quite surprised to see that it was Yang Xiaotian, "It's you!" Obviously, he recognized Yang Xiaotian.

"He is Yang Xiaotian!" He was speechless to Fan, and Fan Qing and the others said humanely.

Fan was speechless, Fan Qing and the others all looked at Yang Xiaotian, they were very surprised.

"Are you the 14-year-old boy who just passed the assessment of Cangshen Academy today?" Fan Wuyan looked at Yang Xiaotian up and down, with an arrogant expression: "However, you are so courageous that you dare to hurt my Fan family guards!"

Fan Qing, the Supreme Elder of the Fan Family, looked at Yang Xiaotian with great interest, and said, "Your name is Yang Xiaotian, right? Are you interested in following our Fanzi?"

"Not interested at all." Yang Xiaotian shook his head.

Fan Wuyan's face turned cold: "Do you think anyone is qualified to follow me, boy, if you can't even catch my sword, you don't even have the qualifications to be my slave!" Speaking of this, he put his index finger and middle finger together to refer to the sword, and waved it out.

Suddenly, an astonishing pillar of sword energy blasted towards Yang Xiaotian.

The sword energy was billowing, like a shocking thunder, and like a divine arrow of ice, it was extremely sharp.

Seeing the opponent's sword strike, Yang Xiaotian didn't even activate the power of the Fourteen Sword Hearts, he didn't even activate the Shilong Jue, but let the opponent's sword hit him.

Bah!
A bang.

I saw that Fan Wuyan hit Yang Xiaotian with several swords.

The light burst.

Yang Xiaotian stood there, motionless, unscathed, not even retreating an inch.

Fan was speechless in astonishment, he looked at Yang Xiaotian's chest, he just blasted there with sword energy, there was not even a trace of sword marks left, not to mention sword marks, Yang Xiaotian didn't even wrinkle his clothes.

The quality of this dress is so good?

Fan Qing, Fan Cheng and other masters of the Fan family present were also surprised.

They all saw the power of Fan Wuyan's sword just now.

Although Fan Wuyan only used [-]% of his strength for just a random strike, but among his peers, there are not many who can withstand [-]% of their Fanzi's strength.

Not to mention taking their Fanzi's sword and being unscathed.

After Fan Wuyan was surprised, he said in a deep voice: "No wonder you are so arrogant, you still have some strength, but don't be complacent, it was only [-]% of my strength just now."

"For the sake of you taking my sword just now, I will let you go."

"You go."

After finishing speaking, he had to go back to the restaurant to continue drinking.

"Since I took your sword, you also take mine." Yang Xiaotian said suddenly.

Fan was speechless.

"If you can't even catch my sword, you also don't have the qualifications to be my slave." Yang Xiaotian said this, and also pointed to the sword with two fingers, and struck out with one finger.

Immediately, the sword energy was like a sea, dazzling the world.

All the masters of the Fan family around felt a terrifying sword aura blowing towards their faces.

Fan Wuyan was taken aback and didn't think too much about it. He propped up his whole body with true energy, and divine shadows appeared behind him. The divine light was shining, and ancient Sanskrit characters appeared on his body. These ancient Sanskrit characters condensed into a piece of armor and protected him.

This is exactly the Sanskrit miraculous skill of the Fan family.

It is also the strongest technique of the Fan family.

If the Sanskrit magic skill is cultivated to the peak, 1 Sanskrit can be condensed. The more Sanskrit you condense, the stronger your defense will be. If you can condense 1 Sanskrit, your defense will be invincible.

And Fan Wuyan has already condensed a thousand Sanskrit characters, and it is very amazing to condense a thousand Sanskrit characters in the realm of Wu Zun.

No one who has served as the Patriarch of the Brahma Family can condense a thousand Sanskrit characters in the realm of Wu Zun.

boom!
When Fan Wuyan protected his body with the Sanskrit divine armor, Yang Xiaotian's sword energy bombarded the opponent's armor.

The armor shone brightly.

Fan Wuyan only felt an incomparably powerful force rushing him back again and again.

One step, two steps, three steps.

In the end, he slammed into the gate of the restaurant, retreated to a corner of the restaurant, hit a stone pillar, and made the restaurant collapse.

And the thousand Sanskrit characters on his body were like candles in the wind, as if they were about to be blown out at any moment.

The master of the Fan family looked at Fanzi who had been pushed back to a corner of the restaurant, and was so shocked that he was silent, even Fan Weihao was dumbfounded.

Not only the masters of the Fan family were dumbfounded, but Fan Wuyan, the Fanzi of the Fan family, was also dumbfounded.

He is the Fanzi of the Fan family, the strongest disciple of the Fan family for thousands of years, and he was kicked back by an unknown young man!
"It seems that you can't even catch my sword." Yang Xiaotian's voice sounded just when Fan Wuyan was in a daze.

Can't even take a sword!
What is that?
He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a slave to this Yang Xiaotian!
(late at night)
(End of this chapter)