Seeing Ye Fan non-stop and anxious to practice, Duanmu Wan'er couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart.

"It seems that Brother Xiaofan really wants to save his home."

"I hope this immortal palace can help Brother Xiaofan."

Duanmu Wan'er thought this way, and after looking here for a while, she was ready to make some food for Mark.

However, when Duanmu Wan'er came back from cooking, she saw that there were threads lingering in the world here, turning back and forth.

"This...is this, Thousand Silk Thread?"

"Brother Xiaofan, you...have you finished practicing?"

Seeing the scene in front of her, Duanmu Wan'er couldn't help but froze on the spot.

A pair of beautiful eyes, wide open.

Look at the man in front of you as if you were looking at a devil.

But Ye Fan shook his head: "I don't know if I have mastered it."

"I just tried it a few times according to the method you said, and in the end, the thread was condensed."

Seeing Ye Fan's calm look, Duanmu Wan'er was speechless for a long time, unable to speak for a long time.

At the end, he said tremblingly: "Brother Xiaofan, you... are such a monster."

After a while.

Ye Fan walked up the stone steps in front of the hall again.

Whoosh~

Sure enough, the black and white figures flashed out like ghosts.

"bring it on."

"This time, it depends on me, Chu Tianfan, if I don't deal with you properly."

Ye Fan frowned and said coldly.

Then, I saw him flexing and stretching his ten fingers, controlling his energy into silk threads.

"A hundred turns turn into thoughts, a thousand threads control the soul!"

"Thousands of silk coils, appear!"

The majestic shout was like rolling thunder. JrNovels.com