Chapter 748 Fantasy Question

"rather."

Ning Xiachuan's murderous intent was already on his face, and the leading old man was shocked.

"Are you really going to take action against us? We represent the Gods..."

"You know what kind of person I am." Ning Xiachuan interrupted the old man, "Don't you always call me a madman? Do you have to be reasonable with a madman?"

"Have you thought clearly?" After receiving the answer, the old man quickly calmed down.

"If so many of our clansmen swarm us, you may not be able to kill us all."

"Your threat... is really powerful." Ning Xiachuan paused.

"Let's go together and see if you can really escape?"

"superior."

The old man made a quick decision, and with just one order, the tribesmen around him showed their strength.

They all seemed to have some kind of magical form. Once they entered the fighting state, they shrank a lot, but this did not make them weaker, but instead made them stronger.

"magical."

Ning Xiachuan didn't take action, he just whispered Huan's name, and Huan stood up and roared, and the color of the world changed.

The collision occurred in the next moment, and Huan grew sharp claws. It was as fast as lightning, shuttled through the crowd, and could penetrate the heart of a protoss in the blink of an eye.

The Gods have two hearts, but that only delays their death and cannot change the outcome.

In the blink of an eye, two people had been killed by it.

"Rush over, don't get entangled with it." Seeing that it was unable to defeat it, the leading old man shouted.

The other protoss were also awakened, and no longer thought about fighting against the illusion, they took up their positions and prepared to rush directly to the level.

"You can't leave." Huan Zizi knew everyone's intentions. He spoke coldly and knocked on his chest.

The next moment, more than a dozen of its clones appeared, not too many, not too many, corresponding to the number of gods.

It seemed to be some kind of special ability. Huan's pupils were lit up, and its clones were not weak in aura. They seemed to be almost as strong as it.

"You." This scene was enough to make people despair. The leading old man stopped and looked at Ningxia Chuan, trying to make a final struggle: "Ning, we have no intention of being your enemy."

"This is not a matter of not being my enemy." Ning Xiachuan smiled, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. He shook it gently, and it seemed that he was back to the days when he was still in the academy.

"The Central Territory is now my territory."

"I don't like you guys being disobedient."

…

clang. clang. clang.

Under the silver moon, Ye Fan took the little lion up to the Lookout Sword Peak.

The mountain peaks are steep and there is only one road, which is rugged. When you climb up to the top and look down, it looks like a stretching earthworm.

"You are finally here." Before he could stand still, the other end of the mountain stretched out, like a cliff. Jiang Wuyin stood here with his back to one person and one beast and spoke.

The little lion didn't quite understand, but he still walked towards Jiang Wuyin and stood one step behind him.

Ye Fan stood there and did not leave.

After all, he is the best swordsman in the world, so it would definitely not hurt to listen to his words more.

"You..." Jiang Wuyin also felt the little lion coming from behind and staring at him, opened his mouth, and paused slightly: "What is your understanding of swordsmanship?"

"Cognition." The little lion was a little confused, turned his head and looked at Mark.

"The idea, the thought, is what you think swordsmanship is." Ye Fan transmitted his voice and gestured quickly at the same time.

The little lion hasn't had much interaction with people, and he doesn't quite understand the meaning of many words.

"Idea?" Little Lion seemed to understand, scratched his head before looking at Jiang Wuyin again: "It is a weapon."

"A weapon that can protect my father."

"Father?" Xiaoshi's answer also made Jiang Wuyin confused, and he turned his head to look at Mark.

"The little lion is special. I raised it since it was born, so it always regards me as its father." Ye Fan explained quickly.

"Oh, think of swordsmanship as a means of protecting you." Jiang Wuyin nodded to express his understanding, turned around, and fell into thinking.

"Your knowledge of swords is beyond my expectation." After some time, Jiang Wuyin spoke with some sigh: "But it's pretty good."

"The sword has many definitions. It can kill, support justice, and of course, it can also protect."

"Okay." Little Lion nodded.

"Tell me a few more words." Ye Fan said from the side: "Say what you want to say."

"I hope that I can become stronger." The little lion continued, expressing his thoughts in less fluent language: "Father said that you will teach me things, and I can become stronger."

"Of course." Jiang Wuyin nodded: "You have learned my things, enough to protect your...father."

"Then I want to learn." The little lion replied and stretched out his hand to Jiang Wuyin: "Give it to me."

"What can I give you?" Jiang Wuyin turned around and saw Xiaoshi extending his hand.

"Become stronger."

"Let you learn? Do you want it directly?" Jiang Wuyin was shocked and looked at Mark again.

"Learning?" Little Lion also turned his head: "Isn't learning the same thing?"

"You guys..." This made Ye Fan stunned.

…

Snap, snap.

Deep in the forest, bloodstains dyed the place somewhat oozingly.

"We still managed to escape two." Huan came to Ning Xia Chuan's side holding a heart. The heart was weird. It was still beating after being separated from the body for so long, and kept bleeding out.

"I always feel like these gods are invincible." Ning Xiachuan glanced at his heart and turned his attention to one of the corpses on the ground.

"That man's name was Ge Ming. We just killed him a few days ago."

"I still remember him." Huan nodded, looking at the beating heart in his hand, he was also puzzled: "Why?"

"There must be some special means." Ning Xiachuan glanced at Huan, who had no trace of blood on his body, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Huan, you did a great job."

"It should be." Huan replied, crushing the heart in his hand and sitting next to Ning Xiachuan.

It was quiet in the forest, and Ningxiachuan was just shaking its folding fan gently.

"Do you hate these gods because they killed Shi Yu?" After a while, Huan suddenly asked.

"Huh?" These words made Ning Xiachuan feel stunned for a moment, "Why do you ask like that?"

"You said that she gave you that fan." Huan said, "You rarely used this folding fan before, but since she died, I saw you using it often."

"You guy..." After hearing this, Ning Xiachuan understood, "You actually learned to observe my emotions."

"I'm not stupid." Huan replied calmly and looked at Ning Xiachuan: "For you, Shi Yu should be a very important person."

"She?" These words made Ning Xiachuan reveal a hint of memory.

"She is the one who has accompanied you all the way." Huan Que said directly: "I heard her say that you have known each other for many, many years."

"She has followed you all the way. When you were released from prison and transferred to the academy, she resigned from her official position in the court to become your vice-principal. For this reason, her father became seriously ill and became very angry. My mother was too sad because of my father’s death and left not long after.”

"I think she is very kind to you, more than she is to herself."

"Why did she tell you everything?" Ning Xiachuan was a little helpless, but still sighed slightly.

"She is a very stupid woman."

"Stupid?" Huan was puzzled: "Why stupid?"

"Following me will not end well. She knows very well that she still has to do it. It's not stupid." Ning Xiachuan shook his head. It was rare for a person like him to show some complicated emotions on his face.

"She has a pretty good family background. Without me, she can live her whole life in a safe and worry-free way. She won't die anonymously in this foreign land."

"Then why does she follow you?" Huan asked.

"...Why?" Ning Xiachuan hesitated for a while, then just shook his head: "I don't know."

"You know." Huan said firmly, staring at the folding fan in Ning Xiachuan's hand:

"Just like this fan, you know why you want to use it, and you also know why Shi Yu follows you."

"You..." This was the second time he was choked by fantasy. Ning Xiachuan smiled helplessly, "You are getting harder and harder to fool."

"I'm growing up." Huan nodded: "So, won't you tell me?"

"What did you say?" Ning Xiachuan asked.

"Say what you think." Huan replied, patting Ning Xiachuan: "I want to know what you are thinking."