Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor Xiaoyao

Chapter 750 One palm, all grievances are eliminated
"You know that you are old, and you are not waiting to die there, what are you doing out of embarrassment." Medusa said with vicious eyes.

The old grave guard sat there, the old god was there, as if he hadn't heard Medusa's words.

"Uncle Master, if this makes Ye Fan a disciple of our sect, how can the disciple explain to the other disciples of this sect." Zhisheng said with a wry smile.

The old grave guard looked at Zhisheng calmly: "Could it be impossible for you to find another disciple for me? If my lineage is cut off, you should know the consequences. Compared with that, isn't it just killing a few people?" What's the big deal. What's more, you touch your conscience and say, what's wrong with this matter. By the way, since you've talked to this point, go and catch that Ximen bullshit for me. I want to vent my anger on my apprentice."

Zhisheng had a gloomy expression on his face, thinking that he is the head of the world's number one sect, who would dare to treat him like this.But he really had nothing to do with this master uncle in front of him.But if Ye Fan became his uncle, he would not agree to it even if he was beaten to death.

Ye Fan stood there with a sullen face, and said to the holy man with a strange tone: "Master, if you call my master your uncle, then am I not your uncle? Oh, what a shame! Well, I haven’t been someone’s uncle yet. Now I’m an uncle, and I don’t know if I can get used to it. In the future, I won’t be able to call the master the master, I will call the master nephew. I’m afraid not many people will believe what you say.”

After speaking, Ye Fan burst out laughing.

Zhisheng's face was black, his teeth itching with anger.

"Immortal, what do you want?" Medusa said with a sneer.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, and everyone felt as if a thick stone was pressing on their bodies, and the chilling aura pressed on everyone without warning.

The sound of 'plop' continued continuously, and one after another people were pale and knelt on the ground in horror.

Ye Fan never thought that there would be a day when he would be directly overwhelmed by the coercion of others. His knees gradually bent, and the bones on his body made the sound of shattering, but his knees never bent.

'Ah' Ye Fan shouted to the sky, with too much unwillingness in his voice.

Those kneeling on the ground felt light all over, and they all looked up at the unyielding figure.

A faint sneer appeared on Medusa's face: "Boy, not bad."

Ye Fan stared at Medusa coldly, and said with difficulty: "What are you proud of? You are just living a long life, and you have nothing to be proud of."

Medusa sneered again and again: "What's the matter, there is no fairness in this world. I can kill you, that's my ability."

"Kill me? Just rely on you?" Ye Fan shouted angrily.

Medusa laughed loudly, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world: "You can't take it anymore if I slap you casually. I can't kill you. You think too highly of yourself."

Ye Fan's eyes were full of unwillingness, like a rebellious lone eagle.

"Okay." The old grave guard said softly: "How about this, Medusa, my apprentice will take your slap. After the slap, no matter whether it is dead or alive, the grievances between you will be wiped out. You must not look for my apprentice again." trouble." The old grave guard said in a low voice, but there was a hint of refusal in his voice.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Medusa's mouth, and she readily agreed.

This old woman's casual slap already made Ye Fan overwhelmed. If she took it seriously, Ye Fan didn't think he could escape it.

"Master, no, how can I block this old witch's palm?" Ye Fan said with a bitter face.

The old man who guarded the tomb said calmly: "Use whatever means you have. I guarantee that after you have received this slap, no one in this Yin-Yang Immortal Sect will trouble you in the future. If you can't stop it, that's too You can't blame others for your fate."

Ye Fan cursed in his heart, what kind of bullshit fate, you, an old guy, didn't say it yourself.

"Okay." Ye Fan agreed dejectedly.

Medusa laughed loudly, looking at Ye Fan as if she was looking at a dead person.

"Boy, don't say it's you, just ask that shit master of yours, if he dares to take my palm." Medusa smiled triumphantly.

Ye Fan sneered at Lianlian, raised his eyebrows, and said bluntly: "That's because my master let you go. Do you think you are very powerful? I'm afraid your palm can't even kill a mosquito."

Medusa smiled triumphantly and said, "I hope your strength is as great as your tone."

Ye Fan raised his head with a haughty expression, looking very embarrassed.

"Boy, come with me, I will not let you die so happily, I will let you die slowly in despair." Medusa smiled and walked outside the door.

On the square, Ye Fan and Medusa stood facing each other, separated by dozens of meters.

The others formed a circle around the two of them, looking at them with 'deep' eyes.

"Boy, die." Medusa said softly, and then a hot flame suddenly rose up, directly submerging Medusa's figure.

The strange thing is that only Ye Fan felt a burning sensation from the soul, while the others seemed to be fine.

The flame is very coquettish, and the color keeps changing.

"Boy, go to hell and regret it." Medusa's voice came from the flames.

Immediately, a flame rose directly and hit Ye Fan.

The flames rose, and the others couldn't see the specific situation at all. They just saw Ye Fan's figure being swallowed up by the flames in an instant.

After a while, the flame dissipated, and where Ye Fan was standing, there was only a strange looking fireball.

"Ye Fan is dead."

"It's great that the villain is finally dead."

"A good death, no dead body."

In a flash, Medusa's figure appeared beside the fireball.There was an aura in it that made her palpitate, as if a giant beast was being conceived inside.

"What?" Medusa whispered, grabbing it with both hands.

"Stop, don't touch my things." Ye Fan's voice came suddenly.

A small cauldron grew bigger and bigger until it became the size of a person. Ye Fan's figure walked out of the small cauldron without any damage.

Those cheers stopped abruptly, and those who were laughing just now seemed to eat dead flies.

With a 'bang' sound, Medusa slapped the fireball heavily, but directly hit the small cauldron.

Ye Fan gently held the fireball in his hand, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Are you finally going to be born?" Ye Fan whispered.

(End of this chapter)