My Cold and Beautiful Wife

The two of them didn't rush in. When they came outside the Lunjiantai, they saw hundreds of enthusiastic fans shouting and cheering.

In order to maintain order, the staff at the scene forcibly opened the energy barrier channel.

The man walking not far away, wearing a black swallowtail trench coat, fluttered in the wind at the back, giving him the smell of a lonely knight.

On his back was a big sword that was broken in half, and the hilt of the sword was wounded with blood-stained cloth.

She has long gray hair hanging down her waist, and she wears a black mask with the word "sword" printed on it.

Looking at the exposed sword eyebrows and cold eyes, there is quite a male god.

"No wonder so many female fans look good," Patricia muttered.

"That's not bad? Isn't this just pretending? I think it's a secondary disease!" Ye Fan said with disdain.

"I think you are jealous. People are not obsessed with you, the sword **** now, but like the broken sword."

Patricia smiled and said: "Actually, it's normal. You are a big **** guy. You must not have a good reputation among girls."

Ye Fan wanted to argue, but suddenly couldn't find a reason to refute, so he had to curl his lips depressed.

After trying to perceive it, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.

"what?"

"what happened?"

"I can't see this guy's cultivation."

"It's normal. People can get the first place on the sword list. There are always advantages. It's not difficult to hide the cultivation base."

Ye Fan immediately used Wushuang to gain insight, and he felt even more weird.

This Remnant Sword is not only invisible in its cultivation base, but its physical quality does not look like a master.

Is it true that he has reached the realm of perfect skill?

Ye Fan walked straight to Can Jian, and Patricia quickly followed.

"Young man, take a photo with autographs and wait for the end of the discussion."

There was a hint of displeasure and impatience in Can Jian's eyes.

Ye Fan was stunned and said with a smile: "I'm not a fan of you, I'll ask you to discuss the sword."

Can Jian was slightly surprised, and then there was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

At this moment, a few staff members hurried up to block Ye Fan.

"What are you doing? Master Canjian is what you want to challenge?"

"The top ten challenge, the ranking is less than five! Are you a newcomer wanting to eat?"

Not only the staff slammed them indignantly, but even outside fans began to swear!

"You want to be famous, crazy?"

"Just you are worthy to challenge our little sword?"

"Master Can Jian pricked you to death with one finger!!"

"These years, there are so many people who want to touch Master Porcelain Canjian, shameless things!"

Ye Fan was speechless, he was really not familiar with the rules, but he wouldn't be so sprayed, right?

However, Lunjiantai was founded by Su Qingxue and Chu Yunyao.

He is not good at messing around, ruining the rules here.

Otherwise, Ye Fan couldn't wait to stab him directly!

I really want to see what kind of routine this Remnant Sword is.

"Young man, if you want to be famous, you have to go the right way!"

After Can Jian put on a sentence, he put on his windbreaker and stepped into the Lunjiantai.

A group of fans behind screamed!

"So handsome!"

"My Xiaojian's three views are too righteous!"

"Have you heard! Shameless guy, don't you get out?"

Ye Fan's scalp was numb, and he laughed angrily!

"Haha...haha..."

Patricia smiled backwards, "I heard no, they told you to go the right way! Who are you, you, no one in the first thousand!"

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and now he is older, more experienced, and better tempered.

If I had been young before, I guess a sword stabbed it!

"Let's go, let's watch the game and see what kind of routine this superstar does."

Can Jian's opponent today is the fifth-ranked "Ren Pingsheng".

Ren Pingsheng's real name comes from the Shenlong clan.

Ye Fan probably knew that he was a good seed for innovative research on the Nine Transformations of Shenlong.

Su Qingxue had mentioned several rookies to him before, and Ren Pingsheng was one of them.

On the sword stand, the audience seats are limited, even if it is the "headquarters" of Cloud City, there are still only more than two thousand.

However, over two thousand seats are already full of enthusiastic fans.

One by one held the spar lights, various slogans, such as "One sword loves one's heart", "Love the sword for a lifetime", "Remnant sword is famous all over the world"...

The colorful lights and banners made Ye Fan dumbfounded.

"How about it, aren't you jealous? How many times has your Sword God old man saved mankind? Have you ever seen anyone make a light sign for you?"

"I don't want that fancy stuff!"

"Hey, do you want to say you want the power of faith? Just this group of people, do you think you will believe in you, or in the broken sword?"

Patricia said: "Su Qingxue's work on this project will improve the quality of the whole people, but it definitely reduces your personal belief power..."

Ye Fan smiled slightly, he didn't have the power to believe at all, so Su Qingxue had no worries.

At this time, Can Jian's opponent Ren Ping hadn't arrived yet.

Standing on the stage, Can Jian suddenly took out a hip flask, and after removing the mask, a handsome face and sparse stubble appeared.

"Wow!--"

There was a scream from the stands.

Can Jian looked melancholy in his eyes, raised his head and took two sips of wine.

The drink ran down his cheeks and neck.

As if there was a taste of unlovable life, Can Jian sighed to the sky for a long time.

Looking into the distance, Can Jian stroked his long bangs.

A kind of solitary and lonely strong man demeanor, just diffused.

"Little Sword is so pitiful... no one can fight him..."

"Yes, this time the opponent won't back down again, right?"

"The sword is too strong, he is really lonely..."

"You said, why doesn't Sword God come to challenge Xiaojian?"

"Sword God, Feng Xiaotian, they all rely on cultivation bases and rules. They really have the guts to come by their strength and skills!"

"If Xiaojian hadn't been a commoner, he would definitely be much better than those of their clans!"

Hearing all kinds of discussions on the stage, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

The layman watched the excitement and the expert watched the doorway, he did not bother to care about this group of ordinary people.

Ye Fan found a staff member and asked, "Can Sword's opponent, do you often abstain?"

"Yeah, after entering the top ten, those who abstained in three consecutive games just fought one, which is a battle with the current second place. If you win, you will be the first!"

"But because his previous battles were so gorgeous and so admirable, there are so many fans!"

"The key person is handsome!" Another female employee added with a smile.

Just then, the referee on the stage looked at the time.

"Yi Mi Mi Yu Ren Pingsheng, the challenge has timed out, and the default is Can Sword win!"

"Can Jian ranked first again! Ren Pingsheng Ren Pingsheng dropped to sixth place!"

There were bursts of cheers from the stands.

Deafening!

Can Jian looked regretful, smiled bitterly and shook his head, silently putting on his mask.

With a point to his toes, his windbreaker is flying, his long hair flutters, straight into the sky, flying to the vast starry sky.

Patricia was about to pull Ye Fan to fight on her own, only to find that the man was gone?

Turning his head, he saw a shadow, quietly chasing Can Jian.

Ye Fan can't bother to play the rankings slowly, not to mention this Can Sword, in his opinion, is very problematic...

Since he couldn't directly fight in the ring, he would go privately, and he would know the broken sword for a while.

After reaching a height of 10,000 meters, Ye Fan was about to catch up with Can Jian, but suddenly felt something was wrong!

"who!?"

I was stunned, before I could see clearly.

Ye Fan couldn't see Li's strange figure for several times, just like a few heavy shadow cannons, instantly smashing on him!

Ye Fan, who hadn't disintegrated, felt that all his bones were about to break, and he vomited blood!

It's like a broken kite, falling down and shaking!