939: C939 I'll Play with My Own Thoughts

C939 I'll Play with My Own Thoughts

They tasted a light Wensi tofu.

They all sighed in admiration at Ye Fan's superb knife skills.

Only the arrogant one had an ugly expression on his face.

He controlled the long sword to cut a piece, and Ye Fan cut it into thousands of pieces.

Who would win and who would lose.

It was obvious at a glance.

The key was that he had shamelessly said that he wanted to give Ye Fan some pointers.

Just thinking about it made him feel funny.

"Have you finished eating? After eating, let's compete on the next topic. Let's see who controls the distance."

"Oh! Okay."

Ye Fan put down the bowl of soup and slowly walked over.

He did not change the soup at all.

He was still dragging his sword forward slowly.

Finally, he stopped about 200 meters away.

Pride chose to attack quickly.

The sword shot out like a bullet, shooting into the distance with a trail of light.

However, the control distance was very close.

Only about 120 meters.

This...

Such a huge gap made everyone pale with fright.

A dignified Martial Sovereign only had this much ability?

Actually, they were wrong.

Controlling things within a hundred and twenty meters from afar was already quite terrifying.

Killing someone invisible was just so-so.

It was just that the opponent he faced was too abnormal.

Ye Fan scratched his head. "Old man, are you almost done? I think I won."

"I don't believe it."

Proud as ever, he didn't want to admit defeat. He controlled his sword and continued forward.

However, before he could move even a meter forward, sweat started to form on his forehead.

The spiritual energy was gushing out like a flood breaking through a dam.

This...

"How can you be so strong?"

Ye Fan shook his head.

"I have no choice. I have been strong since I was young."

"Forget it, old man. Don't use too much strength. I will break your hope."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Fan's long sword moved again, stopping at 350 meters before stopping.

"Isn't this too far?"

"Awesome! Doesn't that mean that Ye Fan can kill us from over three hundred meters away?"

"Sigh, if he were to advance a few more meters, I wouldn't be able to see his sword anymore."

"Haha, it's not impossible for him to kill people from a distance, but if he were to advance 300 meters, I don't think he would be able to do much damage." Many people explained.

But even so.

That was already awesome enough.

Ye Fan instantly became the prettiest girl on the scene.

It made everyone feel proud of him.

"Amazing! As expected of the man I like." Mann's eyes sparkled, and her eyes were filled with Ye Fan's figure.

The bald army was even more excited.

Ye Fan was their boss.

If their boss was strong, they would be proud.

He looked proudly at the distance that he could not catch up to even if he risked his life. He sighed heavily.

"Sigh, there are geniuses in every generation! I am really old."

The long sword fell.

A burst of dust flew up.

From a hundred meters away, everyone could feel the weight of the sword.

"Hiss!"

This caused everyone to suck in a breath of cold air.

They originally thought that he was only controlling an ordinary black iron sword, which was at most a few kilograms in weight.

They didn't expect it to be so heavy.

If he controlled a light sword, would he be able to catch up to Ye Fan?

A question mark was drawn in everyone's heart.

Ye Fan smiled.

"You don't need to worry too much. It's already your age. Go home and enjoy your life. Don't race with young people."

He smiled proudly and bitterly.

I lost the competition.

[Do I have to listen to you?]

But in fact, that was what he thought in his heart.

After many years of seclusion.

It made his life incomparably simple.

He had become much stronger, but he rarely accompanied his family.

Apart from being a competent family head, he could use his own strength to protect the entire family, making others fearful.

He was not a good husband, a good father, or a good grandfather.

Now that he had broken through to the Martial Sovereign.

His lifespan was doubled.

He should make up for all the mistakes he had made over the years.

"Hahaha, good! I'll listen to your advice and not go into seclusion in the future."

"Really?"

Gao Lingzhu asked excitedly.

"Grandfather can always stay with me in the future?"

"That's right!"

" That's great! "

Ye Fan nodded.

"It's not easy for the old man to make a decision. I'll give you this sword."

He waved his hand lightly.

A long sword floated over from afar, floating in front of him.

Pride smiled faintly and gladly accepted it.

He purposely let his sword fall to the ground just now to tell everyone.

He had lost, but not completely.

The sword Ye Fan had taken out was light, and it was obvious that it was not very heavy.

It was normal to control it from a distance.

Not only could it show the magnanimity of a junior as an elder.

He could also show his moral character of not competing for fame and wealth.

He proudly extended his arm to receive the sword.

But at this moment.

He didn't notice it at all, and fell to the ground with the sword.

"F * ck! What's going on?"

Everyone had stupefied expressions on their faces.

He hurriedly stood up.

However, his sword had already fallen to the ground.

"Clang!"

A loud sound was heard.

A crack appeared on the ground. Although it was not big, it proved the weight of the sword.

Ye Fan slapped his forehead.

"Look at my memory. This sword weighs more than 100 kilograms. I forgot to tell you."

"Are you alright? You can't underestimate my sword."

Why didn't he say so earlier?

Hm?

You want to see me make a fool of myself?

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

It seemed like Ye Fan had won without any tricks.

He had completely relied on his own strength.

How strong was he?

To be able to completely crush him with his sight?

At this moment, everyone's expressions became strange.

The arrogant ones' faces turned red, and they wished they could find a hole to hide in.

What a good Ye Fan.

I thought you were giving me a sword out of kindness.

I didn't expect you to have another purpose.

So sinister.

I have fallen for your trick today.

He picked up the sword.

He snorted arrogantly.0

"Alright, let's end today's farce."

"Lingzhu, let's go!"

"Okay, grandpa."

The people from the Gao family left.

Ye Fan and the others went to have a meal together under the flattery of the crowd.

In the evening.

He stayed in the Martial Association.

The bald legion returned to the camp to continue their training and construction.

Mann was the only one who stayed behind.

This time, she did not plan to go back down the mountain.

Instead, she wanted to learn modern knowledge from Ye Fan.

She looked at Mann, who stayed in her room and did not leave.

Ye Fan was speechless.

"Why don't I go to the room next door and sleep? It's late at night, and everyone is sleepy."

Mann giggled and said, "No, I want to chat with you. This kind of opportunity is a once in a lifetime opportunity. "

"There will always be opportunities to chat in the future. Aren't you going to school? I can arrange for you to go to the same school as me. "

Ye Fan refused in his heart.

His best friend could no longer appear in the University of Jiang City.

There were too many of them.

If there were more Mann.

Not to mention a table of mahjong, even a table of Landlord was enough.

And recently, he heard that Lin Xiaoxiao was going to continue her studies and graduate studies, and her goal was Jiang City University.

She was really f * cking free.

Getting into the University of Jiang City from the Jiang City Financial University was basically a tie.

It was completely meaningless.

The key was that she had even considered herself as her goal, the kind that would not give up until she got into the University of Jiang City...

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