"In this little time, no matter how talented he is, how far can he cultivate?"

"I'm afraid it is, even the master is not."

"You know, the person who is known to step into the realm of the master the fastest is Ye Qingtian, the Chinese god of war."

"As I remember, he was nearly thirty years old at that time."

"Palace Master Nakai is in the realm of a master. If it is true what Patriarch Toyotomi said, he was killed by this junior."

"Doesn't that mean that he is also a master?"

"Twenty-year-old Grandmaster, is it possible?"

Everyone shook their heads and laughed, obviously not agreeing with Toyotomi Kawakichi's guess.

If you think about it, in the past hundred years, the youngest martial arts master only achieved it at the age of thirty.

And the person in front of him was only in his early twenties.

In the world of martial arts where people often turn a hundred years old, twenty years old can only be considered a boy.

Of course, everyone didn't think that a brat would have the power of a master.

Facing what everyone said, Toyotomi Kawakichi didn't refute anything, but said in a deep voice: "Whether this boy did it or not, we will see the result after a while."

Toyotomi Chuanyoshi said slowly with a blank expression on his face.

However, the gaze he looked at Ye Fan gradually became serious.

"Could it be you?"

Toyotomi Chuanyoshi whispered in his heart.

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In the sky of the East China Sea, the jade fan hangs upside down.

Under the rising sun, Fuji Shirayuki!

Under the joint attack of the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, a huge long sword spanning 100 meters was erected on the top of Mount Fuji.

Then, with a long howl, the eight disciples made a formula with both hands, and controlled the sword in the air.

Whoosh~

The sharp sword pierces the sky, and the rainbow cuts off the Tianhe!

The next moment, under the control of the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, the golden long sword swept towards the place where Ye Fan stood like Mount Tai.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

Everyone laughed and whispered.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan in front of them with pity, as if they were looking at a dead body.

The eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, the four martial arts masters, and the other four, although they are not yet in the realm of masters, they are only one step away from them. JrNovels.com