"Is he still not giving up?"

"One arm is crippled, do you still want to fight Tang Yun sect master?"

Sensing Ye Fan's aura, Chu Zhengliang and the others stared at him, full of doubts, completely unable to understand what Ye Fan was thinking.

hum...

Just as everyone was wondering, there were bursts of low humming sounds in the distance.

"Um?"

"What's that ringing?"

Everyone was like a frightened bird, and they were even more puzzled when they heard the sudden sound.

"It's a sword!"

"It's the sword that's moving!"

At this time, someone suddenly shouted out.

For a moment, everyone followed the prestige.

I saw a thousand meters away, a simple long sword pierced into the ground, trembling violently.

That feeling, as if he had life, buzzing and trembling.

Until the end, there was only a loud bang.

The ancient Yunyang sword that Tang Yun had knocked down before was unsheathed again and flew out from the boulder.

As if being summoned, in an instant, it was in Ye Fan's hands again.

"This this..."

"This guy, is he crazy?"

"Could it be that he wants to play swords with Master Tang?"

The moment Ye Fan held the sword again, everyone was startled.

Chu Zhengliang looked at Ye Fan who was holding a sword as if he were an idiot.

"This guy is brainless!"

"Sect Master Tang is famous for his swordsmanship, and even has the reputation of being the best sword in the world."

"He is a bastard known for his brute force, and he still wants to play swords with the sect master?"

"It's just a trick of the class, and it's self-inflicted humiliation!"

"You're looking for your own death..."

Chu Zhengliang looked at it, and finally cursed in disdain.

The other Trumen people also laughed.

He felt that Ye Fan might have been kicked in the head by a donkey. JrNovels.com