Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and nodded without asking.

Soon, the two came to the front yard.

The appearance of Ye Fan also shocked the entire Wufu.

"Ye Fan! Are you really back!?"

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu couldn't believe it and ran over one after another.

The two women ran to Ye Fan, but they didn't dare to get too close, but the joy in their eyes was beyond words.

"What are you talking about?

Did I say I won't come back? "

Ye Fan said happily.

"Oh! Lord Sword God! Wu Hengtong pays respect to Sword God!!"

Mr. Wu ran over and rushed to kneel for Ye Fan.

Even Wu Aofeng changed his arrogance from the past, and knelt in the back in trembling, not daring to lift his head.

"Yinzheng! Xiaoshu! Why don't you kneel down to the Sword God!?"

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu's expressions changed slightly, and they silently planned to kneel down.

"Are you sure...you really want to kneel?"

Ye Fan asked.

The two women were stunned, and looked at Ye Fan with their eyes fixed, each with a charming face, and the expressions on their faces were changing.

After a while, Han Yinzheng stood up straight and said, "I don't kneel, even if you are the Sword God, isn't it the Ye Fan I know?"

"If it weren't for me, you probably wouldn't be able to come to Fizz! How could there be a chance to fight the Emperor of Destiny?"

Wu Yanshu also summoned the courage to say: "I am a great sage recognized by the Fitz Institute. I only respect scientific truth, even if the judge, the creator, has nothing to do with me."

"You two children! Really..." Wu Hengtong was anxious for a while, "Don't blame Master Sword God, it's all my fault for spoiling them!"

Ye Fan smiled, "Of course I won't blame them, just kneel if you like to kneel."

"what?"

Wu Hengtong was stunned.

Wu Yanshu and Han Yinzheng both covered their hearts subconsciously. God knows how much courage they mustered to withstand the pressure! When they think of this man's current status, they can't believe that they can still meet him in this family! However, they knew very well that if they really knelt down...then it would be impossible for them.

"Butler Wu!"

Qing Jun shouted at this moment, pointing directly at the housekeeper Wu Ting! At this time, Wu Ting was kneeling behind Wu Hengtong and was shivering with fright when he was shouted! "Call... call me?"

Wu Ting raised his head cautiously.

"Do you remember what you said back then?"

Qingjun asked sideways.

Wu Ting frowned, if it weren't for Ye Fan's face, he would have liked to repair Qingjun's side now! The mere undead, dare to talk to him like that?

"What?"

"You said that if you lose to me, you will sleep in the stable, and let me live in your room."

Wu Ting was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing, "I said, why...you want to fight me?"

"That's right, I've been practicing for two months, and I want to officially fight with you!"

As soon as these words came out, there were bursts of laughter from the scene.

Han Yinzheng and Wu Yanshu also looked at Qing Jun in surprise.

This young undead has recently been rumored to be crazy because he wants to practice martial arts.

One is doing comical movements, not eating or sleeping, just like going crazy.

If it weren't for him being a silver fox anyway, someone would have gone to clean him up and put him in someone else's backyard as a demon?

But no one thought that Qing Jun would be so "crazy"! ?

In two months, you want to challenge Baiyin Jiu's Wuting?

As long as there is a brain, there is no brain at all! "Hehe... Lord Sword God, this young man is a little impatient, the villain is afraid of hurting him, why don't you persuade him?"

Wu Ting sneered, not taking Qing Jun's side seriously at all, just for fear of offending Ye Fan.

"No, since he said he wants to challenge, you can shoot and kill him, and I won't blame you."

Ye Fan is very straightforward.

"Aqing! Don't be impulsive! Grandpa Wu Ting has been in silver for many years, and his fighting skills are no different from gold!"

Wu Yanshu was busy to discourage him.

Qingjun shook his head, "I have made up my mind."

Having said that, Wu Ting will naturally not endure it any longer.

He dislikes this "inferior" race, such a dirty and ugly guy, it would be better if he died! "Wu Ting, don't really beat him to death," Wu Hengtong warned with his eyes.

"My lord...I have my senses." Wu Ting was a little unhappy, but he had no choice but to respond.

The two stood on the martial arts field of the Wu family.

The onlookers were all the guards and servants of the Wu family, and everyone pointed and laughed at Qing Jun's oversight.

He even started to secretly open a gambling game, and saw a few tricks that Nei Qingjun was beaten to the ground.

"Young man, in fact, if you don't want to sleep in the stable, you can tell me that it's not difficult for me to change the servant's room for you."

"Why do you want to make yourself suffer?"

Wu Ting said with a fake smile.

Qingjun put on a very layman's starting gesture, "Come on!"

Wu Ting dismissed it, "I'm an elder, let you do it first."

Qingjun was not polite, and his eyes were fixed on Wuting.

The next second, he moved! "cough!"

An afterimage was drawn directly from Qingjun's side, and his body was like a cannonball, slamming straight into the martial arts pavilion! "So fast!"

Several guards couldn't help shouting out.

Wu Ting was slightly surprised, but he still didn't panic. After all, he had the power of the silver nine chaos, so he could just protect himself! No matter how powerful the undead is, it is impossible to break the defense! "Boom!!--" Before Wu Ting could think too much, Qing Jun's fist directly detonated his body protection qi! The violent power, forcibly smashed the chaotic power of the protective body into the sunken! Wu Ting was penetrated by the power of this punch through the qi, and the internal organs of the abdomen were crushed! "Ow!—" Wu Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew out, and rolled over a dozen meters! Looking at Qingjun's side again, he stood there brazenly, although his hands were a little broken... but, it was only broken! Silent! "Ye Fan, this... is this what you taught him?"

Wu Yanshu couldn't help but ask.

"How can it be, I haven't cultivated at all. Could it be that relying on the physical body, you can really practice to this point?"

Han Yinzheng was amazed.

To be honest, Ye Fan was also a little surprised.

If it is purely physical, it is theoretically impossible to cause this kind of killing.

Unless... it is the power of "mood".

Artistic conception is not cultivation, even if the undead cannot cultivate the power of chaos, they can still grasp the artistic conception.

If Ye Fan remembers correctly, he has a deep relationship with the Demon Dragon King. Long Wu in the Sword God Ring...is that kind of person.

Purely human, enter Dao with martial arts.

In fact, it is not too different from the current Qingjun side.

"This kid...isn't he really a genius?"

Ye Fan muttered to himself.

The people of the Wu family had already doubted life, and the guards had forgotten to help Wu Ting, who was in a coma.

The undead youth who used to be ridiculed changed, refreshed everyone's cognition, and made them feel ashamed of their ignorance! At this moment, everyone found out... Qing Jun was crying?

"Mother..." Qing Jun looked up at the sky, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"I will rescue you and avenge you!"