Chapter 319 The Origin of the Black Sword

In Chaoxin City, Ye Fan and Wu Jingtian were walking on the street. Google search reading

"Goddess, where is the person you mentioned who is responsible for guiding him?" After walking for a while, Wu Jingtian felt a little anxious when he saw that Ye Fan still didn't seem to have a clear direction.

"I don't know exactly where he will appear." Ye Fan replied, his eyes wandering on the street. "It depends on fate. If you can meet him, you will definitely meet him."

"Good guy, it all depends on fate." Wu Jingtian scratched his head when he heard these words.

Ye Fan was not in a hurry, he just walked in the city like this, stopping at a tea shop on the roadside from time to time, and occasionally going into a bookstore to take a look.

He naturally knew where the Taoist guide would appear and recognized that person. Chaoxin City was so big that if he wanted to look for it, he would eventually be able to find it.

Soon, he sat down at a tea shop again. When the shop owner brought the tea, Wu Jingtian couldn't hold himself any longer, "God, I really can't drink anymore. I've already drank from eight teahouses today."

Hearing this, Ye Fan smiled, said nothing, and picked up the tea bowl in front of him.

Teahouses have always been the most leisurely places in a city. It was hot at this time, and there were many shirtless men in the teahouses cracking melon seeds, as well as old men in vests and middle-aged women rubbing their cards.

Such a scene seems completely different from the various battles that Ye Fan and the others usually fight, and it has nothing to do with the life and death of the front line, and this is the epitome of the lives of most ordinary people.

After all, even if you are not a martial artist or a beast master, you still have to live. What you consider is more tea, rice, oil and salt.

Ye Fan seemed to blend in. If you threw away the black sword he carried behind his back, he didn't seem to be much different from these people.

But this peaceful and leisurely life did not last long. About a quarter of an hour later, suddenly, an old-looking man smashed the wooden door.

"You old and immortal thing, I asked you to tell my fortune to tell me something good. You said that I am in danger of bloodshed, and you said that something will happen to me today."

"What kind of fate are you calculating?"

Immediately afterwards, a man with a tattoo on his arm also walked in. He was obviously much stronger. He rushed into the room, looked at the old man who fell to the ground, and cursed fiercely:

"Do you know who I am? In the entire Chaoxin City, who the hell dares to touch my horse and cannon?"

"I want to see where I got the bloody disaster today?"

As he said that, he picked up the old man, full of anger. The old man seemed to be very weak. He smashed the wooden door and his mouth was bleeding. Now that he was caught, he could only shake his head and could not say a word. .

The people around him obviously knew the evil reputation of Ma Dapao. Some people wanted to speak out, but they were hesitant when they looked at Ma Dapao's ferocious eyes.

"God." Wu Jingtian naturally noticed this scene and quickly spoke to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan just glanced at him, his expression didn't change much, he just spoke lightly.

"Isn't it true that the Governor of Yunbei Province has long said that he will crack down on gangsters and eliminate evil? How come there is still such scum after so many years?"

Ye Fan did not lower his voice. Obviously, Ma Canao heard it. When he saw Ye Fan, he immediately threw the old man away.

"What are you talking about? Crack down on gangsters and eliminate evil? Do you think I am a bad person?"

"Shut your mouth if you can't speak. Don't make yourself uncomfortable!"

Ma Dapao came to Ye Fan with a curse. Seeing that he was about to take action, Wu Jingtian couldn't sit still. Just as he was about to get up, Ma Dapao said viciously: "Old man, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

"Damn old man?" Wu Jingtian was stunned by this title.

It has been more than thirty years since Wu Jingtian became famous, and this is the first time he has heard such a title from others.

This made Wu Jingtian a little angry, and he quickly looked at Ye Fan, "God."

"You did suffer a bloody disaster today."

"What did you say? Are you looking for death..." Ma Dapao responded, and was about to raise his fist. On the side, hearing the meaning of Ye Fan's words, Wu Jingtian finally couldn't help it anymore, just stood up, and immediately One punch.

boom!

For a star-level powerhouse, even if he punches randomly, the power of this punch is amazing enough. With just one punch, Ma Dapao really shattered the wooden door like a cannonball and flew directly to the road outside, with his chest dented. It was a big piece, but there was just enough time to vomit out a large mouthful of blood, and there was no movement.

This coming and going made everyone in the originally leisurely teahouse take a breath. Ma Dapao's strength is not weak, at least it is at the gold level. And with the city lord's palace as a big backer, he can act like this in broad daylight.

But right now, this unknown old man and young man were punching him to death or alive.

"Little brother, let's go quickly. That horse cannon has an extraordinary background. If you hit him, something will happen." Someone said in a low voice, and it seemed that he was one of the people who had just taken action intentionally.

"If I dare to hit him, I won't be afraid of anything happening." Ye Fan just replied, without sitting down again, and walked out.

As he passed the old man, Ye Fan had a smile on his face, squatted down and stretched out his hand to the old man.

"Old man, I think your fortune-telling is quite accurate. Why don't you tell me your fortune too?"

As the voice came out, the expression of the old man on the ground changed slightly. He looked at Ye Fan with a smile and seemed a little surprised.

"My little friend, you seem to know me?"

"Meeting is fate. It doesn't matter whether we know each other or not." Ye Fan just replied.

This made the old man hesitate. After a while of silence, he didn't say anything more. He took Mark's hand and stood up.

On the side, Wu Jingtian obviously realized something. He looked at the old man being helped up by Ye Fan, and then looked at Ye Fan, with a touch of surprise on his face.

Did this fate come so quickly? ?

…

Soon, when I sat down at the tea table again, it was already a soundproof private room. The tea was neatly served, and the decoration was simple and a bit old-fashioned.

"My little friend saved me from disaster and asked me to tell my fortune. I should be satisfied with my request."

At the tea table, the old man drank tea for a few floors opposite Ye Fan. Then he looked at Ye Fan, a little more carefully, "But since it is fortune telling, there may be some offensive words. I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay, the old man can speak freely." Ye Fan responded, looking at the old man quietly with a smile.

The two looked at each other. The old man seemed to be calculating something and making gestures with his hands. After a while, his expression suddenly changed. There seemed to be many images in the eyes looking at Ye Fan.

"My little friend, there is such a strong evil in you."

"Ominous?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean by this?"

"It's true that he can't be called an ordinary person." Ye Fan replied, nodded, but with a slightly meaningful smile, "But at this time, he is just a monk seeking fate."

"A monk seeking fate?" These words suddenly made the old man's face, which was already strange, change again, and he glanced at Ye Fan several times, "Little friend, are you here to seek fate?"

"Of course." Ye Fan replied, cupped his hands, looked at the puzzled old man, and explained, "In my early years, I heard someone tell me that there is a sect with a clear heart in the world, and it only saves people who are destined, but in Chaoxin City , the only divination old man can grant this fate.”

"It's so." After hearing this, the old man seemed to be somewhat relieved. He was silent for a while, then looked at Mark again for a while, and then shook his head.

"This sect seeks to recruit people by destiny, and it is in accordance with the way of heaven. The name of my friend is to seek destiny, but in fact, it is a premeditated plan. If I offer you a destiny for my friend, it may be contrary to the principles of this religion."

Hearing this, Ye Fan didn't panic and replied: "Although I deliberately looked for the elderly, I visited seven or eight teahouses. I happened to meet this one during my free time in the afternoon. Isn't it fate?"

"It makes some sense, but it seems to be a coincidence." The old man replied, looking at Ye Fan, slightly silent. After a while, he seemed to notice the black sword carried behind Ye Fan, and suddenly said, "My dear, can I borrow this heavy sword?" An old man’s view.”

"Of course." Ye Fan replied, taking off the black sword. The black sword was surprisingly heavy, so Ye Fan did not put it on the table, but placed it on the ground against the old man.

The old man looked at it carefully, looking at the black sword in a daze. For a while, he seemed to be surprised. He looked at Ye Fan and said, "If you can get this sword, you are really destined to our sect."

"Is this sword related to your sect?" Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "Does the old man know the origin of this sword?"

"I've heard a little bit about it." The old man nodded, "This sword has had previous owners. The previous generation was the sword of the previous master of our sect. The master died after slaying the dragon on the front line, and this sword also fell into exile. It has been almost a hundred years now."

"My little friend seems to be proficient in alchemy techniques and has made some improvements to this sword." At this point, the old man seemed to sigh, "Fortunately, I saw this sword when I was a child, and luckily I can still recognize it."

"It turns out that it was the dragon-slaying sword of the noble sect leader. No wonder the sword has a dragon spirit." Hearing this, Ye Fan also nodded. He did not expect that this black sword had such an origin.

"This sword is really unique." After saying this, Ye Fan thought of something and looked at the old man, "Then who was the first owner of this sword?"

"A man with swordsmanship and divine power." The old man replied.

"Sword Master?" This seemingly familiar name caught Ye Fan's attention. After thinking about it, he asked tentatively, "Is it the Sword Master Shadow who fell into the water?"

"My little friend actually knows the name of Shadow Sword Master?" This time, the old man was a little surprised.

"The signature of the swordsmanship I practice is Shadow Sword Master. He claims to be a master of swordsmanship. I just heard it from an old man, so I suddenly thought of it." Ye Fan said.

"Your swordsmanship is that of the Shadow Sword Master, but your sword is this sword?" Upon hearing this, the old man's face looked a little strange.

"Is there any problem with this?" Ye Fan hesitated.

"It's not a problem, but since I have acquired the swordsmanship, I should know that the Shadow Sword Master is on good terms with the Human King." The old man said.

"Probably I know." Ye Fan replied.

"That's good." The old man nodded, and then he patted the sword. "The Human King once left a biography that recorded that this sword was left by his enemies before he traveled far away."

"This enemy is extremely powerful. It is one of the strongest that the Human King has encountered since he became famous. It is said that he was an ancient emperor and was born with the unparalleled appearance of a giant. In order to kill him, the Human King lost nine out of nine times. In the final battle, the Shadow Sword Master sacrificed his life Because of the sacrifice, the human king broke into the legendary realm and finally defeated him. "

"The giant was not born evil. It is said that he was trapped by love. The king remembered his past achievements and collected his weapons. Later, when he traveled far away, he kept this weapon because of fate."