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Ye Fan laughed and laughed. "When you lost to him when you were ten years old, you admire him to the present? It is estimated that it is not as good as you are now."

"You think too much... I don't know what Ji Hantian has reached, but he is definitely a genius in genius. You haven't seen him, don't understand his horror..." Xiao Xiner is the color.

Ye Fan did not expect that Xiao Xiner would use "terror" to describe Ji Hantian. It seems that the guy is indeed a little doorway.

The two were silent for a while, Xiao Xin said: "I have to go back, tomorrow, the ancient Wushu meeting, starting at 9 in the morning, don't forget!"

After that, Xiao Xiner flashed and quickly returned to the military region.

Ye Fan stood on the top of the empty mountain, and the night wind blew across his cheek, a hint of chill.

Tonight, Xiao Xiner’s words to him seem to clarify some of his inner feelings, and let him feel a lot...

Ye Fan bowed his head and looked at his own hands and pinched his fists...

"One-of-a-kind...one alone..."

Ye Fan muttered to himself, sitting cross-legged, and he looked up at the night sky, hanging in a crescent moon.

"You are also alone." Ye Fan looked at the moonlight and smiled.

The time is still early, Ye Fan has confirmed that Su light snow is fine, but also peace of mind, intends to start practicing as usual.

He feels that his strength is far from enough to protect all the loved ones, and he has a lot of potential to dig, and the motivation for practicing is more sufficient.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan has another ambiguity. Through the dialogue just now, he is vaguely cozy, and seems to have some clearer ideas about his sword.

Sword meaning... belongs to me... unique sword meaning...

With the mind chanting, subconscious, Ye Fan reached out and touched his sword **** ring.

He closes his eyes and concentrates on it, trying to use his stronger mental power than in the past to enter the world within this ring.

In the brain, there is a flash of electric light, and the knowledge of Ye Fan once again enters the endless field, and the earth is the absurdity of the sword.

The mega-peak still towers into the sky and can't see where the mountain is.

However, compared with the previous time, Ye Fan appeared in a position closer to the mountain than before, and has already embarked on a high slope.

The dense sword made Ye Fan stunned. He even felt that the number of swords here has exceeded all the swords on the earth.

At this time, Ye Fan suddenly found that there is a larger sword in the position below the slope, which is more familiar!

Really sword! ?

Ye Fan suddenly discovered that it was one of the more eight king swords he had used! ?

Ye Fan tried to come to the position of the real sword, reached out and touched it, and pulled the sword up.

That's right, it feels like it's really a sword.

Immediately, Ye Fan turned back and looked at a higher position, a streamlined, seemingly eye-catching sword.

He walked over and wanted to take the sword and see what the sword was.

However, I just had to go to the upper position, but I found that there was an insurmountable resistance that made Ye Fan unable to go up!

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and forced to get the sword. However, the sword **** ring seemed to reject him and shocked him directly!

"what!"

Ye Fan opened his eyes, consciousness returned to reality, and his forehead was full of cold sweat!

He looked at the sword **** ring in amazement, suddenly pulled out a thought...

Could it be said that the closer to the mountain, the higher the sword, the stronger the realm is needed? !

When I first fought with Orlando, I could only get some basic swords. Later, when the sword was promoted, the sword of the Eighth Sword level appeared.

And the sword that circulates the halo, it is more remarkable than the sword of the king, and most of it is a stronger sword.

In summary, the sword **** ring will only give the sword that meets the sword realm!

"The realm...the realm..." Ye Fan frowned, although in his heart, through his own understanding of his life, he had some thoughts on the sword.

It can be said that in one fell swoop, the first major realm of swordsmanship, the sword in the hands and the sword of the sword in the heart, always feel that there is such an opportunity...

When they were in the early Qing Dynasty, they said that they would know sooner or later that their sword would be called.

But Ye Fan has not yet emerged in her mind.

Your own sword meaning... What is it?

I am afraid that other swordsmen who know Ye Fan’s distress will be helpless.

Ye Fan did not even know his sword, and the power of the sword has outweighed many mature swords.

But the truth is that.

Each swordsman's sword has different meanings, different strengths and weaknesses, even if the realm is high, it may not be stronger, because each person's sword is destined to be different from the "born".

Even the newly born elephant is much stronger than the adult ants. This is the true portrayal of the sword.

Ye Fan feels that it takes time to sort out his own swords and to sort out his own life in order to realize more things.

However, tomorrow is the world’s ancient martial arts conference. Next, it may be a battle with the Holy Blood Club and the Doomsday King. There is too little time for yourself...

Suddenly, Ye Fan has a chance!

It seems that...the time in the ring of swordsman is much slower than the outside!

Although it is said that the body can't go in, is it possible for the gods to get in and use the time difference to carry out the enlightenment in the inside?

Anyway, what I am pursuing now is the realm of the sword, not some cultivation on the body, maybe you can try...

Ye Fan thought of doing it, calmed down again, let his own knowledge, enter the ring of the sword god...

This night, unconsciously passed.

Ye Fan is like a stone statue, sitting on the top of the mountain and not moving.

Until the early hours of the morning, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, and the two bundles were sacred.

At this time, the horizon is over the west, a small bright spot, emitting a faint light...

Ye Fan’s mouth was a smile, muttering: “It’s you...”

......

In the large conference hall of the Beijing Military Region, before 9 am, it has already filled the elite of the various factions of the various factions in the world.

The important figures of Xia Guo’s official and military are also present, because this crisis is related to the stability within Xia.

On the podium of the conference, Ye Longteng wore a military uniform and sat down with several senior leaders.

He frowned and looked at his watch. His eyes looked at the spectator's seat under the stage. Su Shixue and Ling Yuwei sat together, but there was no leaf sail.

At this time, Xie Linyuan walked behind him.

"The military division, how is it? The kid hasn't come yet?"

Xie Linyuan smiled and shook his head. "Dragon King, I guess the boss is really unwilling to come."

"Xiao Xiner? Didn't she find Ye Fan out last night?"

"That big lady's temper, you don't know, let her run to find someone, she is happy, she said that my boss can't come back without her business!" Xie Linyuan reluctantly said.

"This... this kid... What are you thinking about?" Ye Longteng looked depressed and looked at Ye Longyuan, who had separated a few seats. Zgsgq6gphwsr6vecaooqaxzxulnoykhfto4tfxtir2or1vr37ffz48qmxtl/au9bce7heuymvlmdayuf9rxf3q==

Ye Longyuan was a light face. After watching the time until nine o'clock, he got up and sounded like a loud voice: "The ancient Wuwu Conference, the meeting officially began!"