Yueyang people's heart is boiling with anger. Ye Xiaofan gets angry again and again. He spurts two blood columns from his nose. He looks at Ye Xiaofan's face, but he can't do it. He can only bite his teeth on one side.

"Shua!"

After that, Yueyang people can only drag two disabled arms and run away in confusion. They dare not return their heads. He is afraid that ye Xiaofan will die on the spot.

"I felt his breath before I came back."

Hearing the question, Liu Qingyuan burst into laughter, then shook his head and chuckled, "ha ha, little friend, I'll tell you the truth. Jian nanxuan and I had a causal relationship 3000 years ago."

Ye Xiaofan frowned slightly and asked in reverse.

"Who are you to save me for no reason, is it because of jiannanxuan?"

From where, he felt the ambience of jiannanxuan.

Coming to the hall, Liu Qingyuan takes back his sword and looks directly at Ye Xiaofan's chest.

"Are you an old man with a sword? Who's from jiannanxuan?"

In the hall of Taoist temple, there are white Pu Tuan. There is no one in this time and space. Ye Xiaofan and Liu Qingyuan fly with swords and go straight to the hall.

Then, under the guidance of the middle-aged people, each young man danced the sword in his hand.

When a young man saw the swordsmanship in front of him, he yelled excitedly one by one, and he was eager to try.

"Wow

In front of these young people, there was a middle-aged man standing in front of them. The middle-aged man said something. He pulled out the sword behind him, rotated his wrist, and stabbed to the right. Then his figure became illusory. When his body solidified, the tip of his sword had already turned to the left.

"Take good care of it. The first chapter of imperial sword is coming from the east wind to the West."

On the flat ground where incense burners are placed, there are rows of young people in guapao, with their heads tied up and their swords in hand.

Yujian Taoist temple

The sword cuts through the void, flies out of the sky for tens of miles in an instant, and gallops away towards the distance.

"Shua!"

Can he not go up? There was a strong man with grade 7 infant transformation who wanted to kill him. If he didn't follow Liu Qingyuan, I wonder if Yueyang people would come back. If he did, ye Xiaofan would surely die.

When ye Xiaofan saw this scene, he frowned and muttered in his heart. Then he saw Liu Qingyuan jump up, hesitated for a moment, and followed him up.

"This is the art of imperial sword!"

Liu Qingyuan held his finger in his right hand to form a sword. He glided in the air in front of him for a few times. The long sword at his back instantly came out of the sheath, quickly enlarged and floated in the air.

"Shua!"

Liu Fan's hand is fierce, and then Xiao Ye's smile is just like that of Xiaoye.

"I'm here on business, and this is what you do."

"Thank you. What I hate most is that the strong bully the weak with their strength."

"Gulu..."

Ye Xiaofan turns back to Liu Qingyuan and thanks him. If Liu Qingyuan hadn't done it today, he would have been buried in the hands of Yueyang people.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Don't worry, this section of cause and effect does not mean any harm to him. If I have malice to you, why should I rescue you?"

After Liu Qingyuan's explanation, ye Xiaofan put down his guard. What can he do in front of a grade 8 baby change? It is not easy for the other party to take his life.

Ye Xiaofan slowly holds the wisp of remnant soul in his chest in the palm of his hand. Seeing the faint ghost, ye Xiaofan can't help but sniff and feel sad in his heart.

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