"I, this extreme sun swordsmanship was given to me by my master."

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth raised, and he wanted to play around with the head of the Excalibur Sect before he revealed his identity.

Jian Xiu frowned and said solemnly.

"Your Master, a master swordsman who can reach this level, I can't help but know."

"Then who are you?"

"Me? My name is Jian Xiu, the current Sword Sect Master, who is your Excellency, and who is your Master? Is it possible to be a descendant of the Sword Sect disciple who was left out before?"

Jian Xiu's eyes became sharp, and he wanted to see Yang Fan through.

"Sword repair, right, my master, you still know you if you say it, you all know each other."

Yang Fan's words not only made Jian Xiu frown, but everyone was puzzled.

"Dare to ask your teacher's name taboo?"

With this kind of doubt, Jian Xiu bowed respectfully to Yang Fan. It was not Yang Fan that he worshiped, but the mysterious master in Yang Fan's mouth. The apprentices are so powerful, not to mention the mysterious master.

"The sword is invincible!"

Yang Fan only uttered three words, and then his eyes flashed on everyone's faces, and the expressions of these people were in full view.

Jian Xiu's eyes widened.

Sister Situ Qin covered her mouth and couldn't believe it, while her younger brother Situ Xin opened her mouth wide, as if she had heard a big joke.

Descendants of Haibodong, the elder surnamed Hai stood blankly on the spot.

The other disciples of Jianmen and the elders looked suspicious.

What a joke, this young man actually said that he was a disciple of the Master of the God Sword Sect Kaishan, wouldn't he be one hundred thousand years old? Even the Xuanwu clan can't live that long.

"Bold!"

While everyone was still shocked by the three words Yang Fan said, a loud shout came from a distance, and everyone followed the sound and found that the person was an old man.

Jian Xiu turned his head to look, showing a surprised expression.

Boom!

The old man descended in front of Yang Fan with an extremely gloomy color on his face, as if Yang Fan had greened him.

"Who are you?"

Yang Fan looked at it slightly, the old man's strength was very good, possessing the strength of the initial stage of integration, he was the strongest in the entire Jianmen.

"Old Man Sword Twenty-Three, is the head of Sword Sect."

Yang Fan is a bit speechless, he likes to use numbers instead of names.

"What is the relationship between Sword Thirteen and you?"

After listening to Jian Twenty-Three, his face became even more angry and coldly said.

"He is my ancestor. Your Excellency called me the ancestor of the Divine Sword Sect. You really don't put my Divine Sword Sect in your eyes."

Yang Fan was surprised. He didn't expect his senior brother Jian Shisan to have children after he ascended to the Immortal Territory, and he was now in the ninth generation.

The so-called originator refers to the ninth generation from one's own generation, that is, the highest generation among the eighteenth generation that people often say.

"It's not that I don't put the Divine Sword Sect in my eyes, but the current Divine Sword Sect. What kind of background is there to fight against me? With your poor combination of the early stage?"

After Jian Twenty-Three heard it, his eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, "Even so, my Divine Sword Sect will not give up resistance, even if it is destroyed."

"Yes, even if the door is destroyed, I won't wait for you to kneel down and beg for mercy."

In the crowd, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy raised his fist and shouted at Yang Fan with a very firm tone.

"Yes, we will never ask for mercy and compromise!"

...

All the disciples and elders of the Divine Sword Sect responded one after another, knowing that their strength was very weak, and they did not give up their loyalty to the Divine Sword Sect.

The three of Situ Qin's faces were tangled, and finally joined in the condemnation.

Yang Fan was very relieved to see here, the Divine Sword Gate was still saved. If these people choose to compromise, then Yang Fan will turn around and leave without hesitation, because such a divine sword gate is already dying, and Yang Fan will not save it at all.

Fortunately, although the current Divine Sword Gate has fallen, these people have no heart. They just need more help. It is not a big problem to restore to the original state.

Bang bang bang!

Yang Fan couldn't help clapping his hands in praise, and nodded in satisfaction.

"To be honest, I was a little touched by you. Although the Divine Sword Gate has fallen, but there can be you, I believe that it doesn't take much effort to restore it to its previous glory."

"Who is your excellency?"

Jian Twenty-Three and Jian Xiu became more and more confused, and felt that Yang Fan was more and more familiar.

"Didn't I say that, I am a disciple of Jian Wudi."

"It's impossible. Grand Master has only two disciples. One is my originator, Sword Thirteen, and the other is the immortal who saved the Wuyuan Continent and defeated the Demon Emperor Demon Emperor-Master Yang Fan. What you mean by this is, you are......"

Speaking of this, the voice of Jian Twenty-Three came to an abrupt end, and he finally remembered that Yang Fan's appearance was seven points similar to the appearance of the portrait of Master Yang Fan in the worship hall.

Jian Xiu still frowned, still didn't think of anything, let alone other people.

Seeing this, Yang Fan smiled with a successful conspiracy. With a move of thought, the surrounding golden arrogance enveloped him, his muscles swelled and exploded, and his blond hair of twenty or thirty centimeters long stood up tall, almost as in the portrait. Exactly the same.

"This, this..."

Seeing Yang Fan's face, Jian Xiu finally confirmed Yang Fan's identity, his eyes widened and his face was horrified.

Situ Qin was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the man he spotted at the foot of the mountain was actually a disciple of Master Divine Sword Sect who opened the mountain 100,000 years ago. No one could believe this, even she herself.

After a long time, Jian Twenty-Three and Jian Xiu reacted, they looked at each other, and then they knelt towards Yang Fan.

"The twenty-fourth generation of Swordsman Swordsman, the twenty-third Sword Swordsman, the twenty-fifth generation of Swordsman Swordsman, pay homage to Master Yang Fan!

The two shouted, and then they all bowed together.

Seeing this, the other disciples and elders of the Divine Sword Gate knelt and bowed, and then shouted in unison.

"Meet Master Yang Fan!!!"

The sound was loud, resounding throughout the sword gate, and many disciples and elders were surprised, not understanding what had happened.

"Get up all."

Yang Fanxu raised his hand, and everyone who knelt down there felt an invisible force dragging them up, and they were all shocked.

Situqin's cheeks were red, and the thought of being named and taught by her ancestor before made her heart loose for a girl who hadn't moved for many years.

"Master, why are you back?"

Jian Twenty-three stepped forward respectfully.

"I also came back by coincidence, but I didn't expect to see it for tens of thousands of years. The Divine Sword Gate had not fallen to this point, which made me very angry."

Yang Fan's words made the two heads feel ashamed.

"Assemble all the high-levels later, I have something to say, and then the Divine Sword Gate will have a big move."

The two of them shook all over, knowing that the Patriarch was going to make a move to restore the former glory of the Divine Sword Gate.

The two dared not neglect, and hurriedly clasped their fists in response.

PS: Actually, I have already thought about the content of this chapter as early as four or five hundred chapters. Now that I have written it, there is a feeling that my wish has come true. Don’t say anything, let’s start today’s codeword task

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