However, just when Toyotomi Chuanji sinks, everyone beside him shakes his head and laughed.

"how?"

"Mo Fei believes that the master Nakai, one of the three major palaces of the Jianshen Palace, is beheaded by this junior?"

"Don't be funny."

"It's just a mixed boy, I'm afraid that the hair is not long?"

"I am afraid of thinking too much."

... ...

"Yeah, the head of Toyotomi, you just worry about it."

"Wudao cultivation is not a matter of overnight."

"This Huaxia child, even if he started studying martial arts from his mother's belly, it would not be more than 20 years of Xi Wu."

"At this time, even if he has a good talent, can you cultivate?"

"I'm afraid, the master is not."

"You know, the person who is known to the Master's realm fastest today is the God of War, Ye Qingtian."

"I remember, he was almost thirty years old at that time."

"The master of Nakai Palace is the state of the master. If it is true, as the Toyotomi family said, it was killed by this junior."

"Doesn't that mean that he is also a master?"

"Twenty -year -old master, is possible?"

Everyone shook their heads and laughed, obviously disagreed with the guess of Toyotomi Chuanji.

Think about it. In the past century, the youngest martial arts master has only achieved it when he was 30 years old.

And this person in front of him is just 20 years old.

In the martial arts world, who is a hundred -year -old, the age of 20 can only be regarded as a teenager.

Of course, everyone does not think that a hairy kid will have the power of a master.

Facing what everyone said, Toyotomi Chuanji didn't refute anything, but Shen said, "Is this young man doing it? After a while, you can see it naturally."

Toyotomi Chuanji has no expression, and said slowly.

However, he looked at Ye Fan's eyes, but he gradually became dignified.

"Will it be you?"

In the heart of Fengchen Chuan, secretly whispered.

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In the East China Sea, the jade fan hangs upside down.

Under the sun, Fuji White Snow!

Under the combination of the eight disciples of the San Shenge, a huge sword, across 100 meters, erected on the top of Mount Fuji.

Later, with a long howling, the eight disciples stabbed their hands with both hands and the swords were separated.

Well ~

Li Jian cuts through Changxiao, Changhong cuts off Tianhe!

In the next moment, under the control of the eight disciples of the San Shenge, the golden sword was like Taishan's top, and it went towards the place where Ye Fan set.

"Mix the kid, go to death!"

Everyone laughed.

Everyone has compassion, like looking at the dead corpse, looking at Ye Fan in front of him.

The eight disciples of the San Shenge, the four martial arts masters, and the other four. Although they are not the master of the master, it is only one step away from it.

Under the combination of the eight people, the power that broke out is probably the master of the title.

Therefore, in the eyes of most people, Ye Fan will die under this sword.

But is this really the case?

Between the storm, Ye Fan is still calm.

Faced with the golden light sword that came horizontally, he stood proudly, and he sneered.

"The bug of fireflies, dare to fight against Haoyue?"

"A group of rats, not even the title of the title, dare to stop me?"

In the sneer, Ye Fan stepped on the earth, and suddenly pulled the ground.

On the top of Mount Fuji, everyone saw it, Ye Fan Hengli Tianhe, smashed it with a punch!

Yes.

No retreat, no dodging.

In the face of the combination of the eight disciples of the three gods, Ye Fan is not afraid and fearless. He is directly in a violent gesture.
Chapter completed!