1380: C1380 Discovered Thousand Faces

C1380 Discovered Thousand Faces

Thousand Faces:... ""

Nani?

Did he have to play something so perverted?

You even need to have the qualifications to kiss your face?

I am ranked ninth on the assassin list, and there are at least eight hundred people who died under my hands.

You want me to kiss the ground?

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't.

Furthermore, Ye Fan actually dared to hit his mouth. This was simply outrageous.

Just as the Thousand Faces Man was about to explode.

Ye Fan hurriedly said, "Oh right, fellow students, show me your aura first and let me understand your strength."

Suddenly.

The Thousand Faces felt the aura of a Martial Sovereign.

His expression turned cold.

Hmph, I knew Ye Fan had a powerful warrior protecting him, but I didn't expect it to be true.

It's just a single Martial Sovereign, it's not enough to make me afraid.

But in the next second.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The twenty people in the training room all released their cultivation.

Thousand Faces felt his body go limp and almost fell to the ground.

One. Martial Sovereign, two Martial Sovereign, three Martial Sovereign...

The heck, did this old man stab into the Martial Sovereign's nest?

"Gudong!"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His face, which was filled with killing intent, instantly turned upside down, and his smile returned.

"Alright, I'll kiss the ground right now and show you my utmost respect."

At this moment, the others also noticed something.

Ye Fan had never had such an evil side to him.

Something must have happened if it was so unusual.

The source of the incident was probably this strange student.

The leaders of the elite schools were all smart people, and they could guess some things.

Their faces were full of anger.

It's really you.

The last time, you messed it up again and again, right?

You make us feel uncomfortable, and you'll also feel uncomfortable in a while.

The Thousand Faces man kissed the ground in disgust. "Is that enough?"

"Yes, that's enough. Take a seat."

"Okay."

The Thousand Faces looked around.

Only the seats at the back were available.

But that place wasn't suitable for assassination.

Just as he was hesitating, Ye Fan suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Baby, take a table and sit beside the podium. I want to look at you every minute and every second."

"Urgh!"

It was so disgusting.

However, the Thousand Faces Man was delighted in his heart.

The podium was very close to Ye Fan. If Ye Fan moved even a little bit, he would instantly enter his killing zone. It was a perfect location for assassination.

As for the other Martial Sovereign, he didn't put them in his eyes.

He felt that as long as he wanted to run, no one would be able to stop him.

The Thousand Faces finally sat down.

Ye Fan looked at him again. "Have you forgotten one thing? Thank you for giving me three slaps. "

"Huh? Is there such a rule?"

Thousand Faces felt extremely helpless.

What kind of sick rule was this?

Could it be that Ye Fan liked to play the game of master and slave?

But in order to succeed in the assassination...

Thousand Faces slapped himself three times.

However, Ye Fan was still not satisfied.

"There's no sound at all. Are you trying to fool me?"

"How much time do you need?"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment. "At least I can hear it when I stand at the entrance of the academy."

"You... Do you want to slap my face?"

The Thousand Faces felt insulted.

The entrance of the academy was at least two kilometers away from the training room.

If a slap could be heard two kilometers away, it would be louder than the sound of firecrackers.

That was his face, not a firecracker.

"What a joke, as long as the whole class can hear it."

"That's more like it"

After comparing the two.

The Thousand Faced Man was actually somewhat satisfied.

Little did he know that he had forgotten that he didn't even need to take a single slap.

Perhaps this was Ah Q's self-consolation.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"

After the slap.

"Can we go to class now?"

"Come, students, please listen carefully..."

During the lesson.

Ye Fan did not pay attention to Thousand Faces.

The lecture was very moving, and all the students were listening attentively.

Even Thousand Faces, who had started to look down on them, was very moved when he heard it.

He almost threw his arm away to study for a while.

"I didn't expect Ye Fan to be so capable."

"That's not right."

At this moment.

The Thousand Face Man thought of something.

It was that all the students present were at the Martial Sovereign level.

Then, for someone to be able to teach Martial Sovereign so casually, what realm was he at?

No matter what, he had to be a Martial Saint, right?

This...

He slapped his forehead and finally realized.

Ye Fan must have seen through his identity the moment he entered the door.

It was just that he didn't expose it.

Why?

He didn't even need to think to know, because he knew that he was a meal on the plate, so he didn't need to care at all.

A cool breeze blew from his back.

Cold sweat kept pouring out.

He didn't dare to move. He was afraid that any tiny movement he made would cause Ye Fan to kill him.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson! The road to becoming a Martial Saint will be very difficult. I'm afraid that most of the time, a comfortable cultivation environment is no longer suitable for you."

" Principal Sun, Principal Wang, I suggest that the students go out and train. "

Ye Fan's suggestion was very agreeable.

Using martial arts to enter the path and cultivation were two different paths.

It seemed like they had come from the same path, but the final outcome was completely different.

Cultivators paid particular attention to one's comprehension.

And martial artists paid attention to opportunities.

Just like Ye Fan, who had not experienced the grilling of fire, the soaking of water, the care of the earth, and the wrapping of metal spiritual energy, how could he have obtained so many spiritual energy seeds?

Every seed made him wish he was dead, but the harvest was also huge.

If he were to keep working in seclusion, he was afraid that he would never be able to condense them in his entire life.

Sun Qianlong nodded solemnly: "Alright, the academy will consider your opinion and put this matter on the agenda."

"If you have a good idea, then bring more students and us."

Ye Fan waved his hand. "You have the country's resources, so there's no need for me to guide you. I'll just take care of the students."

The leaders smiled bitterly.

"It's up to you. By the way, how will he deal with it?"

After saying that.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the Thousand Faces.

A few people were still very surprised, not understanding what was going on.

Especially the pure Ning Han.

She even thought that the person she admired was gay.

At that time, she even doubted if she should worship Ye Fan.

Fortunately, Ye Fan won in the end after a strong mental struggle.

The problem of orientation was a private matter.

It had nothing to do with admiration for martial arts.

In the future, it would be better if he kept his mouth shut about this matter.

Ning Han asked in a low voice, "What exactly is going on?"

Tung Shou said angrily, "You still don't understand? Teacher Ye was clearly playing with this student on purpose. He must be a bad person."

"Huh? Really? "

"Didn't you see that all the leaders are targeting him?"

"I think so."

Ning Han's mood instantly improved.

It turned out that the teacher was not gay. She was so happy!

Ye Fan smiled quietly and narrowed his eyes. "Thousand Faces, right? Tell me, what do you want me to do with you?"

Indeed.

He really saw through me.

He's been toying with me.

Anger instantly surged into his heart.

It caused his scalp to go numb.

He kissed the ground and slapped himself.

The bloody humiliation caused his eyes to redden.

Kill, kill, kill!

He wanted to kill everyone.

However, he looked at the Martial Sovereign.

He instantly softened his stance.

He wasn't capable enough.

Although his strength wasn't bad, he was able to pretend to be a friend of the target and launch a sneak attack.

If he were to fight with so many people, even ten of them wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Escape.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

This was his strategy.

Thousand Faces stood up and laughed at the sky.

"Xiao-Xiao Yuxiu, look up in anger..."

"Ye Fan, I will definitely return the humiliation you gave me today a hundred times over in the future."

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Are you sick? Why are you reciting poems?"

"Are you cheering yourself on?"

"Hehe, the top ten assassins have a really high position." Ye Fan kept clapping. "They are very emotional, but why are you reciting poems while walking towards the door? Do you want to escape? "

That's right.

The Thousand Faces wanted to catch everyone off guard, so that everyone's thoughts would be focused on the poem.

Fortunately, his plan succeeded.

He walked to the door.

Thousand Faces showed a fierce smile. "Ye Fan, you are lucky today. I will kill you one day!"

As soon as he finished his words.

His figure disappeared from where he stood, without a trace.

"Teacher, he escaped."

"What are you waiting for? Go after him."

"Everyone, let's chase after him together. We can't let him run away. If he runs away in front of so many of us, we'll lose a lot of face."

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The people in the cultivation room started to leave in an orderly manner.

In less than three breaths' time.

There was actually no one there.

The sports field of the academy was like a trend, constantly flickering with various colors of light.

Almost all of the Martial Academy's combat strength had come out to chase the Thousand Faces Man.

But what everyone didn't know was that the Thousand Faces didn't run at all.

Instead, they found a secret corner and prepared to turn into another person and escape openly.

Ye Fan discovered this person and asked faintly, "Student, did you see someone run over here just now?"

Thousand Faces was excited.

This time, he used an even more advanced disguise technique.

He believed that even Ye Fan would not be able to tell.

"It seems like he's heading east. A black shadow. I wonder if it's him."

"Oh, thank you!"

Ye Fan immediately ran towards the black shadow.

The Thousand Face Man smiled proudly. He thought he had succeeded and started humming a tune.

But in the next second.

He felt a pain in his head.

Ye Fan's voice rang out.

"I was just playing along with you. Do you really think you lied to me?"0

"It hurts! It hurts!"

The Thousand Faces grimaced in pain.

"How did you see through me? I don't believe it."

Ye Fan had a strange look in his eyes. "Didn't anyone tell you that your Huaxia language is very lame? Language is a good thing. You need to work hard to learn it."

"Huh?"

The Thousand Faces did not expect this at all.

He didn't lose in disguise, but in language.

That was impossible. He had obviously specially learned the complete Huaxia language.

"You lied to me, I don't have an accent."

"You don't have an accent. I have an accent, right? The Jiang City has an accent that is closer to the Central Plains. Why are you saying you don't have an accent when you're speaking in a Hong Kong accent?"

Ye Fan didn't want to waste any more time with him, so he kicked him on the butt.

"Boom!"

The tremendous force almost broke his tail bone.

With just one move, there was not a single part of his body that could move, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

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