Chapter 728 University

"sow……"

Ye Fan was stunned when he heard the words of Sansheng, and then he smiled helplessly.

"After what happened, Fatty won't be able to survive in the future."

"I don't know." Shuan Sansheng replied with a smile, "But these days, he has been quite focused."

"I'm just a little greedy. If this problem can be cured..."

"You have to leave him some thoughts." Ye Fan waved his hand. Fatty Li loved to eat, partly because of himself and partly because of his practice of gluttony.

Fatty Li's talent is average, and the Taotie Method can indeed give him a strong boost, forcibly closing the gap between him and those talented people, but is there a way to have both worlds? What the Taotie Method also brought to Fatty Li was his increasing appetite, and he would never be able to have the same body shape as ordinary people.

"Okay." Suan Sansheng understood Ye Fan's thoughts, nodded, looked at the city opposite, and asked, "I think it's almost time."

"Yes." Ye Fan nodded, slowly raised his hand, and everyone's eyes gathered.

"Destroy the city! Suppress the thieves!"

As Ye Fan's hand fell, the next moment, the army rushed out like a dragon out of the sea, and the ground was shaking with the sound of rumbling footsteps.

"Suppress thieves!"

Ye Mou and other kings took the lead in attacking. They were strong. Facing the broken prohibition barrier of the city wall, they each used their own methods, either blocking the sky and the sun, or raising wind and thunder.

"Then Master Jiang Pavilion..." Ye Fan stood upright in front of the formation, his eyes focused on Jiang Wuyin.

His performance was too conspicuous. At this moment, there were countless flying swords surrounding him and around him.

Many people holding swords in the military formation had their swords taken away. Fortunately, they were all using technological weapons and did not have much impact.

"Swordsmanship." Ye Fan's eyes flashed with light, and in his hand, the sword beast buzzed, seemingly equally excited.

The book of spells left by the Sword Master records some extremely lethal sword moves. If you follow the instructions, you can exert terrifying power. It does not require much talent for swordsmanship. It depends more on the physical fitness of the sword wielder. requirements.

Knowing how to move a sword doesn't necessarily mean you can know how to use a sword. The strong men you met in Pingcheng that year could make people fearful just by their sword intent.

"Perhaps if you have a chance, you can ask him for advice..." Looking at the sword array flying in the sky, Ye Fan nodded slightly, and then heard the noise in the crowd.

"Zhang Pingzhi, you are riding on a horse, are you here again??!"

"This is a war. You put away the weapons from us. How do you want us to fight??"

"..."

"People from the Jiange." Ye Fan's eyes moved, and at a glance, he saw a young man in the Jiange who also displayed sword control skills similar to Jiang Wuyin, and a huge stream of swords surrounded him.

Outside the sword stream, a group of sword pavilion disciples who had lost their weapons were cursing anxiously.

"In the excitement, I forgot that I couldn't use sword control." During the sword flow, Zhang Pingzhi also looked embarrassed, and quickly dispersed the sword flow, and the weapons fell down and piled up.

"I'll deal with you little brat when you come back." The disciples of Jiange yelled, not caring about so much, and casually picked up their weapons and went into battle to kill the enemy.

Zhang Pingzhi fell at the end, looking at many of his fellow disciples charging at him. He was at a loss for a while to make up for the chaos.

As the top disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he was not weak in strength, but all his skills were based on sword control. Suddenly he could not use the magic, as if his hands and feet were cut off all at once.

"I can't control the sword, what can I do?" Zhang Pingzhi looked troubled, maybe he was eager to show off, and he also cursed: "They are all masters, they don't teach anything, they just teach me how to control the sword."

"The techniques your master taught you are not useless." The voice remembered in his ears. Zhang Ping was stunned. He just raised his head and saw Ye Fan who had appeared beside him at an unknown time.

"King Ye!" Zhang Ping already had some admiration for Ye Fan, but when he suddenly saw Ye Fan, his breathing stopped for a few seconds.

In front of him is the most powerful hero in the entire south, the youngest titled king in the human race, and a peerless genius who has already conquered his generation at a young age...

"Bow me."

After saying one sentence, Zhang Pingzhi immediately knelt down and worshiped.

"No need to kneel." Ye Fan supported Zhang Pingzhi.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Pingzhi stood up and looked at Ye Fan who was right in front of him. He wanted to say something, but he stammered.

"You are very good." Along the way, Ye Fan could naturally see Zhang Pingzhi's emotions towards him.

Some people hate themselves, and naturally some people recognize themselves.

After complimenting him, Zhang Pingzhi was even flattered, "No, no, I'm often a disservice." Xin

"It's a disservice because they can't coexist with you, but it's not because you are useless." Ye Fan patted Zhang Pingzhi on the shoulder: "Your sword control skills are strong enough, and you have enough luck in it."

"This is the path pointed out to me by Master. I am his disciple..." Zhang Pingzhi scratched his head. The twenty-seven-year-old man looked at the idol in front of him with his eyes straight: "Prince Ye, you Much younger than I imagined.”

"I'm not that old." Ye Fan replied. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, there was a loud bang in front of him.

Looking up, there was a big hole in the originally leaky protective shield on the whirling city. The clouds above the head split along the middle, and there was no end as far as the eye could see, as if the sky had been split in half.

"The barrier was broken." Ye Fan was a little surprised: "So fast."

"It should be because of my master." Zhang Pingzhi replied, "My master is the only person in the Jiangge who can combine the sword control skills and sword moves left by the ancestor in the past hundred years. If he breaks out with all his strength, the half-emperor also needs to avoid its edge. "

"Grandmaster, Sword Master..." After receiving the information from Zhang Pingzhi, Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the close disciple beside him.

"Are there many people practicing sword control in Jiange?"

"I am the only one in this generation. In the future, there may be my junior brother." Zhang Pingzhi replied, glanced at Ye Fan, and felt Ye Fan's curiosity about sword control. He thought for a while, and then said: "The sect's magic is not If rumors are allowed, if King Ye wants to practice sword control, he may try to join the Sword Pavilion and become a nominal disciple."

"Nominal disciple?" Ye Fan frowned.

"It's just a name. Jiange recognizes this person. In the past, many powerful tribesmen liked to find some sects to name themselves, which can be regarded as gold plating." Zhang Pingzhi explained:

"Nominal disciples do not need to stay in the sword pavilion. The sword pavilion will hold a sword trial ceremony every year. As a nominal disciple, you can enter. Not only will you have the opportunity to learn sword control, but you will also have the opportunity to meet the ancestor."

"Meet the Patriarch?" These words aroused Ye Fan's interest: "Didn't the Sword Master leave with the King of Humans?"

"You can come back." Zhang Pingzhi replied, looking at Ye Fan staring at him, scratching his head: "Anyway, Master told me so, but I have never seen it."

"Can I enter the Jiange Pavilion?" Ye Fan didn't care, thinking about some tips: "With such a stalemate between the Jiange Pavilion and Nanchuan, your master probably won't accept me in."

"I can go and tell the master for King Ye." Seeing that Ye Fan was really interested, Zhang Pingzhi replied: "Jiange is recruiting disciples. King Ye is also a practicing sword master. Logically speaking, he is considered a disciple of Jiange."

As he said that, Zhang Pingzhi showed some excitement on his face.

If Ye Fan can put his name in Jiange, it's not because he is gold-plated, but because Jiange is gold-plated.

"If King Ye is willing to come, Master will definitely not refuse." Zhang Pingzhi emphasized.

"Yeah... OK." Ye Fan didn't hesitate much and quickly agreed: "Then I'll do it with Lao Pingzhi."

"King Ye is joking, I'm really looking forward to studying with King Ye." Zhang Pingzhi replied quickly.

"There are plenty of opportunities to study together, and they don't necessarily have to be in Jiange." Ye Fan replied, glanced at Zhang Pingzhi, and suddenly smiled.

"Zhang Pingzhi, there is a swordsmanship university in Nanchuan. If you are interested, you can come."

"Swordsmanship University?" Zhang Pingzhi was stunned: "Is there such a university in Nanchuan?"

"Yes." Ye Fan nodded, patted Zhang Pingzhi again, and then let out a devil's whisper.

"If you come to Nanchuan, I can build a swordsmanship university specifically for you, specifically named after you."

(I have been delayed due to something at home, sorry everyone)