NABC Chapter 40 Ye Fan Appears
Chapter 40 Ye Fan Appears
"There's no need to worry about it anymore. He has already dealt with Xiang Zhengtian and will not be joining my Purple Mansion Holy Land," said an elder of the Purple Mansion.
This relieved Zixia, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart.
Soon the seven-colored flames disappeared, and Xiang Zhengtian was completely reduced to ashes.
Not only Xiang Zhengtian, but even the King's Sword in his hand was completely turned into a black metal block under the seven-colored flames.
The saint's bone powder also exploded in large quantities, much of it dissipating into the world.
With only a little bone meal remaining, Vaillant's energy level has dropped significantly compared to before.
This pained Lu Zhao greatly, as both the King's Golden Sword and the Sage's Bone Powder were of great use to him.
Now, in order to kill a half-step great power, he has lost so many treasures.
Having quickly dealt with Xiang Zhengtian, Lu Zhao also prepared to leave the Wind Clan's Divine Island.
This time, he spent half a day on Wind Clan God Island to kill an assassin, which wasn't too long and didn't disrupt his plans.
This battle, however, made Ye Fan a household name in the Eastern Wilderness.
Moreover, after today's events, it is estimated that many forces in the Eastern Wilderness will be even more eager to secretly eliminate Ye Fan and eliminate this great threat for future generations.
Even some holy sites, even if they don't openly conflict with him.
He will also be targeted by a large number of hired assassins; in any case, his future will not be peaceful.
Killing the elder of the Great Yan Holy Land has added a bit more difficulty for Ye Fan; he will have to face one more enemy in the future.
I just hope he works hard and doesn't slack off in the slightest.
You only became a Great Sage-level player at the age of two hundred. Look at the Desolate Emperor next door. What was he doing at two hundred? Your talent is not bad, Ye Fan. Why are you so far behind?
If we really have to summarize, it's that he lived too comfortably.
Without the sense of urgency that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor possessed, Ye Fan had to endure some hardship.
"Thank you for your help, senior." Lu Zhao clasped his hands in thanks to the elder of the Wind Clan.
"Since you are a guest of my Wind Clan, my Wind Clan naturally cannot stand idly by," said the elder of the Wind Clan who made the move.
A roar erupted outside the divine island, followed by a golden light soaring into the sky.
The Golden-Winged Roc King has recovered from its injuries and is almost back to its peak condition.
"I haven't lost yet. I haven't even used the third or fourth move of the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Technique. I don't believe you can withstand it," Little Peng King shouted.
"No need. You've already lost. You should know that our realms are fundamentally different. If we were at the same realm, do you think you'd have any chance of winning? Besides, you rely too much on external forces. The so-called Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Technique, even if it's a saintly technique, it belongs to someone else. You've been confining yourself within someone else's framework, so how can you surpass them?"
"Have I been living in someone else's framework all along?" A buzzing sound filled Xiao Pengwang's mind.
Even at this point, he seemed to have a clear understanding of his situation.
They are trapped in self-imposed frameworks, failing to develop their own understanding of techniques and adapt them to better suit their own path.
Only in this way can we truly unleash our combat power.
So at this moment, Xiaopeng Wang underwent some changes.
Just like the Heavenly Demon Slaughtering Saint Technique he mastered, he had only grasped and used it in its initial stages.
They lacked a deep understanding and were unable to adapt this technique to their own needs.
Sometimes, a casual remark can change a person's destiny.
In this way, the Golden-Winged Roc King found his own path.
Some people felt hopeful, while others felt incredibly heavy-hearted.
However, thinking about the origin of this matter, many people couldn't help but look at Lu Zhao.
Such a young person, even younger than them, was able to say such things, prompting others to break free from fixed frameworks.
Because everyone standing here is within a fixed framework.
It's just a difference in frameworks. Some frameworks are so vast that many people haven't even grasped them and don't realize their significance.
The framework of the Imperial Canon, in particular, is even more solid and unbreakable.
However, once they reach a certain point, the framework will inevitably restrict them.
Many imperial sons were incredibly talented, rumored to have the potential to surpass their fathers, yet they were trapped within a framework for life and ultimately failed to become emperors.
This made them start to think more highly of Lu Zhao. To have such a vision at the fourth level of cultivation was something that none of them could achieve.
"Fellow Daoist, your insights are truly profound. We would like to discuss and exchange ideas with you. I wonder if you are interested?" The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stepped forward first.
She was one of the people who knew Lu Zhao best, and today she happened to have some insights she wanted to discuss.
After the Holy Maiden of Yaochi spoke, many other Holy Sons and Holy Maidens came over, all wanting to discuss things with Lu Zhao and try to step out of the box.
Even the deep-thinking Yao Guang took the initiative to come over and discuss the Dao with Lu Zhao.
"I apologize, everyone. I have some urgent business to attend to. I need to pick up a few friends. Would you please wait a moment?" Lu Zhao bowed slightly to everyone.
At this very moment, Lu Zhao sensed a fluctuation in the Dao principles.
A special beam of light pierced through the depths of the Wind Clan's divine island.
If he guessed correctly, Ye Fan and his men should have arrived. He had killed Xiang Zhengtian today and needed to find a good opportunity to escape.
And now is the perfect time; there has never been a better opportunity.
As he spoke, he transformed into divine light and rushed towards the Wind Clan's divine island.
And when he rushed into the training ground, he immediately used the "Heaven and Earth Changing Technique" to transform himself into the appearance of other people.
This is a desert, and it spans over a thousand miles.
In this vast training ground, apart from the entrance, no one pays attention to the training ground or investigates the people inside.
So everything went smoothly, and he transformed into an ordinary cultivator of the Wind Clan.
Then they waited in the Wind Clan's martial arts arena until Ye Fan and his group walked out.
Sure enough, a moment later, Ye Fan and the Black Emperor walked out of the martial arts arena.
Ye Fan even encountered Xia Yiming again, so the group flew together to the Wind Clan's Divine Island to celebrate the Wind Clan's Holy Lord's birthday.
These people flew out together, putting everything into a perfect closed loop.
At this moment, Ye Fan was completely unaware and did not notice anything unusual about the outside world.
"Brother Ye, you're really fast." Some familiar faces came up to greet him.
"What?" Ye Fan looked at the group, his face filled with confusion.
"Alright, Brother Ye, it's getting late. If we keep going like this, it'll get boring," one of the holy sons said, shaking his head vigorously.
"This is really Ye Fan," the Holy Maiden of Yaochi murmured to herself.
"That guy has disappeared, and Ye Fan doesn't have that feeling. They are definitely not the same person." Zixia smiled faintly.
However, the two did not say so, because they knew others might not believe them.
Just as everyone was gathered together talking, a terrifying cold light suddenly struck.
This is an assassin who suddenly chooses to strike at this moment.
The killing light was so fierce that it caused the expressions of all the holy sons to change.
Such a swift attack would have been too fast for even them to react to, but Ye Fan acted quickly and engaged the assassin in a fierce battle.