938: C938 I'll Go Get the Pot

C938 I'll Go Get the Pot

Ye Fan was stunned.

Ah?

It can't be.

Such an awkward thing has already happened, could it be that you still want to take me as your disciple?

You don't even want your face anymore?

But he was wrong.

Pride knew that he wasn't worthy of being a disciple.

He just didn't want to lose too badly.

"What do you mean? Elder Gao?"

"Hehe, I've already seen your power, but I haven't seen your strength yet!"

" How about we spar? "

Speaking of strength, his arrogant confidence returned.

He was practically the first person in the entire martial artist world to achieve Martial Sovereign.

Even Mann did not need to go up to him.

If he really risked his life.

Mann might not be his match.

But Ye Fan was so mysterious.

If he did not fight, he probably would not be able to sleep at night.

If you want to fight, then fight?

Ye Fan didn't care about his face?

After that, he showed a lonely look as if he was an expert.

"Forget it, you are no match for me."

"Furthermore, Gao Lingzhu has already said that we are considered friends! I have never played with the grandfather who beat up a friend like this before."

Hearing this,

Gao Lingzhu's heart warmed. She thought to herself, Hmph, at least you still have some conscience. I didn't waste the whole afternoon playing with you.

She also laughed arrogantly.

"F * ck you, you've fought with me before. How do you know I'm not your match?"

"Because I've really never met a worthy opponent."

"Alright, since you say so, let's have a more civilized fight. How about it?"

" Oh? I'm all ears."

He proudly took a sword from the subordinate beside him.

"This is my sword. We will use our spiritual energy to control it. We will see who is more meticulous and who can control it further. How about it?"

How could he say that the older the ginger, the more spicy it was?

Although this move did not attack, it could compare the ability to control spiritual energy and the density of the spiritual energy.

The further one controlled the sword, the more solid it was, and the more detailed it proved that the control was higher.

"Alright, then I'll satisfy you and make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly."

As he spoke, he also took out a long sword, and a cold light flashed.

The word 'perfect' was revealed everywhere.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"This is a good sword. I wonder who forged it?"

"Of course. Can the sword Ye Fan uses be defective?"

"It's vermillion in color. The sword is winding and shaped like a spirit snake."

"The back bones are clearly defined into lines. The widest part is about half a foot away from the sword. After that, it is withdrawn in an arc. The blade once again protrudes out and then gathers together to form a sharp blade. Its entire body is covered in a boundless green light. It gives people the feeling that it is as cold as ice and can be broken by blowing its hair. "

"What a good sword! What a good sword!"

...

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Fan didn't really mind.

This was a relatively ordinary sword in Demon Realm.

Even if he messed it up, he wouldn't feel any heartache.

In any case, all the great demons were here.

"I'm still more accustomed to using my own sword."

"Alright, shall we begin?"

"Come on."

After that, the two of them arrived at the same place.

Someone placed a dart disk a hundred meters away.

"Let's see who can hit the center of the circle."

Pride took the lead.

He raised his hands.

The Flying Sword shot out.

In just two breaths' time, it hit the center of the circle.

"Alright!"

Everyone cheered.

One Hundred Steps Piercing Yang.

With this kind of precision, ordinary martial artists simply could not do it.

It was enough to study for a lifetime.

Gao Lingzhu's face was overflowing with a touch of pride.

"Hmph, my grandfather is very powerful, right? You better be careful that you lose miserably."

Ye Fan couldn't deny it. He didn't even move his hand.

A murderous look appeared in his eyes.

The long sword floated into the air.

However, its speed was not fast. It was even as fast as a turtle.

Just like that, it slowly moved toward the bull's eye.

In the end, he hit ten points.

Both of them had the same number of rings.

However, the feeling they gave off was completely different.

Arrogance was like a skilled archer, his method was to shoot arrows.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, was like a newbie. His sword was not shot out, but more like an invisible hand, dragging a long sword and stabbing into the bull's eye.

Who wins and who loses.

Everyone really could not tell.

"No, no, let's continue to be meticulous."

Pride was obviously not satisfied with such an outcome.

What he wanted wasn't both sides to succeed, but to crush them all by themselves.

He wanted to find something that Ye Fan couldn't do.

His eyes moved.

The follower beside him instantly understood.

Two pieces of tofu were placed a hundred meters away.

He smiled proudly. "You don't need me to say it, do you? Just do it. "

" Oh! Alright, but I'm not very good at it. Don't blame me if you don't cut it well."

" It's fine. I won't look down on you. Hahaha!"

Then, the two controlled their swords to start cutting the tofu.

Their proud speed was very fast. They saw their swords dancing in the air like elves, cutting the tofu in a few moves.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, was much slower.

It was even more difficult to see the movement of the sword from top to bottom.

No, it should be said that its movement was very small.

Moreover, it was swaying back and forth, making it seem very unprofessional.

"It can't be, right? Great God Ye Fan actually lost?"

"Sigh, the difference between the two of them is really huge."

"Their control over the sword is not on the same level at all."

...

However, their words didn't affect Ye Fan.

He still had a smile on his face.

He was calm and composed.

"Young man, you have a good mentality, but your strength is still a bit lacking."

It was obvious that he was arrogant and wanted to brag. He was a good teacher.

Ye Fan hurriedly waved his hand.

"Great job done."

He cupped his hands and said, "Old man Gao is really old and strong. I admire you. It took me more than ten seconds to finish it, but you only took three to five seconds to finish it."

"That's true. You're still too young."

Just when everyone thought that Ye Fan had lost.

The inspector who was a hundred meters away exclaimed.

"F * ck!"

"What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, but rushed back.

He saw two small bowls in his hands.

One of them contained a few pieces of tofu, and the cut was quite neat.

However, there were only eight pieces.

The other bowl was filled with water.

The water moistened the tofu.

Unexpectedly, the tofu spread out like a strand of hair.

"This... this is the Wensi Tofu?"

Everyone's faces were filled with shock.0

"How is this possible? A hundred meters away, the Chen-Wensi Tofu?"

"Even a professional chef might not be able to produce such an effect with a kitchen knife, right?"

"Isn't Wensi Tofu used to test a chef's knife skills? It can also be cut with a long sword?"

Everyone smiled bitterly.

They all felt that Ye Fan was a freak.

Looking at everyone's surprised expression, Ye Fan asked curiously.

"What's wrong? Don't we have to cut the silk? Cut a piece? Is that thing difficult?"

" Hiss! "

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

It's over.

He had to pretend.

However, many people also secretly patted their heads.

Too naive.

He was Ye Fan.

How could he admit defeat so easily?

There must be something fishy going on.

He had been careless.

I didn't dodge.

Ye Fan continued, "Quickly find a pot and boil some water. This kind of tofu is soft, tender, and mellow. It melted the moment it entered your mouth. It's a rare delicacy."

"Alright, I'll go get a pot now!"

Fatty Hu ran around excitedly.

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