However, just as Toyotomi Kawakichi whispered in a deep voice, everyone around him shook their heads and laughed.
“how?”
“Does the Toyotomi Patriarch think that Grandmaster Nakai, one of the three masters of the Sword God Palace, was killed by this junior?”
“Give me a break.”
“It’s just a bastard, I’m afraid that the hair is not even growing?”
“Patriarch Toyotomi is just thinking too much.”
….
“Yes, Patriarch Toyotomi, you just worry too much.”
“Martial arts training is definitely not a matter of overnight.”
“This Chinese kid, even if he started to study martial arts from his mother’s belly, he has only been practicing martial arts for 20 years.”
“At this time, no matter how talented he is, how far can he practice?”
“I’m afraid it is, the Grand Master is not.”
“You know, the person known to step into the realm of the master the fastest today is Ye Qingtian, the God of War of China.”
“I remember that he was almost thirty years old then.”
“Palace Master Nakai is the realm of the Grand Master. If it is true as the Patriarch Toyotomi said, he was killed by this junior.”
“Does that mean that he is also a master?”
“Twenty-year-old grandmaster, is it possible?”
Everyone shook their heads and laughed, obviously disagreeing with Toyotomi Kawakichi’s guess.
Think about it, the youngest martial arts master in the past 100 years, only reached the age of thirty.
And the person in front of him was in his early twenties.
In the martial arts world, which is often a hundred years old, the age of twenty can only be regarded as a teenager.
Of course everyone didn’t think that a little boy would have the power of a master.
In the face of what everyone said, Toyotomi Kawakichi did not refute anything, but said in a deep voice: “Whether it was this young man, after a while, it will naturally be clear.”
Toyotomi Kawayoshi said with a blank expression on his face.
However, his gaze towards Ye Fan gradually became more solemn.
“Will it be you?”
Toyotomi Kawakichi whispered in his heart.
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In the sky of the East China Sea, the jade fan hangs upside down.
Under the rising sun, Fuji Shirayuki!
Under the combined attack of the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, a huge long sword, traversing 100 meters, was erected on the top of Mount Fuji like this.
Then, with a long roar, the eighth disciples pinched the Jue with both hands and separated the sword.
Whoosh~
The sword cut through the long sky, and Changhong cut off the Tianhe!
In the next moment, under the control of the eight great disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, that golden light sword swept towards the place where Ye Fan was standing like Mount Tai.
“Fuck boy, go to hell!”
Everyone grinned and whispered.
Everyone had pity on their faces, looking at Ye Fan in front of them like a dead body.
Eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, four martial arts masters, and the other four, although they are not yet in the realm of masters, they are only one step away.
Under the combined attack of the eight of them, the power that erupted, it is estimated that the titled master would not dare to resist.
Therefore, in the eyes of most people, Ye Fan will undoubtedly die under this sword.
However, is this really the case?
During the storm, Ye Fan was still calm.
Facing the golden light magic sword that came vertically and horizontally, he stood proudly, his face sneered.
“Firefly, dare to win glory with Haoyue?”
“A group of rats, who are not even titled masters, dare to stop me?”
Amidst the sneer, Ye Fan stepped on the ground and immediately stood up.
At the top of Mount Fuji, everyone saw that Ye Fan slammed into Tianhe with a punch!
Yes.
No retreat, no dodge.
Facing the combined attack of the eight major disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, Ye Fan was not afraid of it, and directly used a violent posture, the most primitive way, to fight against the front.
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