"Brothers, see what good things I found!"

A core disciple of the Demon Soul Sect was holding a bright red sword in his hand. When he held the sword in his hand, he could feel the fierce aura coming from it.

"This sword seems to be a little familiar!"

A core disciple looked at the blood-red sword in the young man's hand and frowned and thought.

"This is the nameless sword of Jianshan that day. This guy has been torn into pieces by me! Haha, this is the spoil!"

The young man held the blood-red sword in his hand and shook it at the disciples of the Demon Soul Sect.

"I think you're making a bull, and you killed the Blood Sword Wuming? Just you, how could you kill him? The three geniuses of our Demon Soul Sect were all killed by Wuming. Do you think you can compare with Ye Wudao?"

"That's right, let alone the senior brother Wu Dao, even Brother Wu Xin can destroy the people here. Just you still want to kill Wuming. Are you kidding me? Do you think it's possible?"

"Boy, don't dream. The blood-colored sword in your hand may not be the blood-colored sword in Wuming's hand!"

"Hahaha......"

The young man in the Demon Soul Sect holding the blood-colored sword heard the ridicule of his friends around him, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

"I told you not to believe it, I will let you see if this blood sword is the one used by Wuming in Tianjian Mountain!"

The core disciple of the Demon Soul Sect said, holding the blood-colored sword in his hand and slashing it hard at him.

With a "boom", as the young man swung his sword, a huge sword mark dozens of meters long appeared in front of the people of the Demon Soul Sect.

"This...the power of this sword is so great, it should have reached the level of magic weapons, right?"

The core disciples of the Demon Soul Sect looked at the sword that the young man waved casually, and their eyes were filled with surprise.

"You...wouldn't you really kill Wuming from Jianshan that Tian, ​​right?"

"This sword is real at first glance!"

"I'll go, Yang Fan, when did you have this strength?"

These core disciples of the Demon Soul Sect looked at Yang Fan holding a blood-colored sword, each with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yang Fan, tell me quickly, how did you kill that Wuming?"

A relatively thin disciple of the Demon Soul Sect came to the young man of the Demon Soul Sect holding a blood-colored sword and asked.

“Hmph~”

Yang Fan looked at the brothers of the Demon Soul Sect who surrounded him and showed a smug smile on his face.

"Actually, I am not that Wuming's opponent at all. I am also the Wuming whom I encountered when we left you and came out of the canyon after we left the Evil Soul Ridge. Don't you guys know? I was almost scared to pee at that time."

Yang Fan said here, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Then he looked at everyone and patted his chest with lingering fear and said, "You don't know that there is such a terrifying place in our Evil Soul Ridge. In a small canyon, poisonous gas actually filled with it. Before I could get close to the poisonous gas, I felt dizzy."

"Then how did you kill that Wuming?"

A young man heard Yang Fan's words? He couldn't wait to ask.

"Do you still want to listen? If you want to continue listening, don't talk!"

Yang Fan looked at the boy with anger. When the boy heard Yang Fan's words? He looked at the brothers around him looking at him angrily, and shrank his head embarrassedly.

"Don't you know how terrible the sword mountain Wuming was that day? It's really terrible."

Yang Fan said here, and there was still a deep fear in his eyes: "That day, Wuming, could he actually fight a giant snake that is thousands of meters long inside? I have been hiding in the distance? Just after Wuming continued to fight with the giant snake? Wuming actually killed the giant snake."

"But?                                                                                                                             �

Yang Fan said here, and couldn't help swallowing. "That guy looked at me and actually smiled. My mother thought I was over. Just when I wanted to escape, God helped me. The giant python that was killed by Wuming was not dead? He pulled Wuming out with one tail."

"You don't know that Wuming, who was already seriously injured, fainted by the giant python. I also picked up the long sword in my hand."

Yang Fan said here, with a smug smile on his face: "Did you see, let me dislike me at the beginning. Is it good to see if you are lucky?"

"Then, you will use this sword to kill Wuming?"

A disciple of the Demon Soul Sect looked at Yang Fan with envy and jealousy in his eyes.

"Of course not. That guy was swallowed directly by the giant snake in the valley. Fortunately, Wuming discovered me, and the giant snake did not find me. Otherwise, I would have disappeared."

Yang Fan said here, excitedly putting the blood-colored sword in his hand into his ring.

"You guy is so lucky. You can encounter any good things."

A core disciple of the Demon Soul Sect said with envy in his eyes when he heard Yang Fan's words.

"Hehe, the sect leader has already said that after he goes back, he will directly accept me as his closed disciple. Moreover, he is already on the way to pick me up."

Yang Fan looked at his friends around him and showed a smug smile on his face.

These core disciples of the Demon Soul Sect who were surrounding Yang Fan heard Yang Fan's words, a strange light flashed in their eyes.

This kid is really... smart.

"Hahaha, from then on, brothers and brothers will have to take care of Brother Yang!"

"That's right, Brother Yang has become the sect leader's closed disciples. From now on, we will rely on Brother Yang to take care of him."

"Brother Yang, you can't take off anymore, don't take your younger brother."

When Yang Fan heard these people's words, he laughed: "That's natural. When the sect leader comes to pick me up, I will definitely take good care of you. What if I say, aren't we all brothers, aren't we?"

These core disciples of the Demon Soul Sect who were surrounding Yang Fan, when they heard Yang Fan's words, they smiled brightly and kept complimenting Yang Fan.

"Who is Yang Fan? Come and see me!"

At this moment, an old man with half solid and half weak body suddenly appeared above Yang Fan and others.

When Yang Fan and others heard this, they knelt respectfully on the ground and shouted, "Greetings to the Sect Master!"

"Yang Fan comes out and talks!"

When Yang Fan heard the old man's words, he excitedly knelt out of the crowd and said, "Go back to the sect leader, the disciple is Yang Fan!"
Chapter completed!