After learning that the masked man was the Sword God, various forces secretly began to send people to investigate the origin of the Sword God.
Qinglan Thirteen Swords was not very satisfied with Zhao Yufan's answer, because everyone knew that Sword God was not his real name.
"Where did you learn from?"
someone from Qinglan Thirteen Swords asked.
Zhao Yufan was silent for a moment, shook his head and replied: "There is no master."
When he said this, he looked very determined.
He was thinking about this problem just now.
According to common sense, his master should be Mu Tianzuo, the leader of Qinglan Sect, because He and Mu Tianzuo had an apprenticeship ceremony, but this was only a nominal master-disciple relationship, and Mu Tianzuo was not worthy of being his master.
In fact, he can be regarded as a disciple of the Qinglan Sect, but apart from practicing the Qinglan Sect's martial arts, he did not receive any care from the Qinglan Sect.
Instead, he encountered difficulties everywhere, so it is impossible for him to admit that the Qinglan Sect is his master.
Door.
This is just a small question, and his answer illustrates his attitude towards Qinglan Sect.
If the people of the Qinglan Sect knew that the Sword God was Zhao Yufan, they would definitely be in a very bad mood.
"I am a friend of Sword Demon," Zhao Yufan continued.
As soon as these words came out, the noisy voices suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at the sword god in astonishment, and their hearts twitched violently.
Even being a friend of the Sword Demon is not enough to shock everyone, but if the Sword Demon is involved, Zhao Yufan will inevitably be involved, and since it is related to Zhao Yufan, things are no longer simple.
No one has heard that Zhao Yufan has this friend, but people subconsciously think that Zhao Yufan's friend is very powerful and special, and Sword Demon and Sword God have just verified this.
Someone from Qinglan Thirteen Swords asked again: "What is your relationship with Zhao Yufan?"
The surroundings fell into dead silence.
Everyone stared at Zhao Yufan attentively, looking forward to his answer.
This answer was very important to them.
The branches swayed and the green grass on the ground swayed from side to side, as if they were waiting anxiously.
"Zhao Yufan is my friend" When these words came out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the eyes of everyone, if the Sword God is Zhao Yufan's friend, then it is natural that he should be strong, and that he should be able to break out of the siege of Qinglan's Thirteen Swords, and that should be the case.
After learning that the Sword God was Zhao Yufan's friend, many people's emotions became complicated.
Canyue looked as if she suddenly understood.
At first, he didn't understand why this person would hold a grudge against the Qinglan Sect and why he would help her.
Now all the problems are solved because he is Zhao Yufan's friend.
The little fat man licked his lips, narrowed his eyes and muttered: "Zhao Yufan, why do you always hear this name?
Is Zhao Yufan really that strong?"
Zhang Qing and Yuanyuan glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.
They were very puzzled as to why these two elusive friends, Zhao Yufan, were so strong.
Han Bingyue and others were not only surprised, but also more confused.
They knew that the sword demon was Zhao Yufan, but who was this sword god?
Could it be that Zhao Yufan was pretending to be this?
This thought spread in their hearts, making them itchy.
But I didn’t dare to ask.
Wang Xinhua was so angry that he almost roared.
The last time he was injured by Zhao Yufan, but this time he met Zhao Yufan's friend.
He angrily shouted at Qinglan Thirteen Swords: "Are you chatting?
He is your enemy. , have you forgotten, kill him quickly?"
After being reminded like this, everyone suddenly realized that the battle between the Sword God and the Qinglan Thirteen Swords was not over yet.
Why were they chatting with each other?
Could it be that they didn't know each other without fighting?
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They cherished each other and became friends.
The embarrassment on the faces of Qinglan Thirteen Swords reappeared, and they secretly blamed Wang Xinhua in their hearts.
Couldn't he see that several people had already been defeated?
If they continued to fight, they would only be humiliating themselves.
Zhao Yufan stared at them.
If they took action, he would not mind causing the Qinglan Sect to lose face.
Under the attention of everyone, Qinglan Thirteen Swords slowly put away the sword.
Such a simple action on their part was enough to illustrate the result.
But everyone still didn't believe it.
They were holding on to a sense of luck.
However, this chance was quickly shattered by the words of Qinglan Thirteen Swords.
"We lost" To put it simply, it was like a thunderbolt, exploding in everyone's minds.
"lost" "Why did you lose?"
"Why did we lose before we even fought?"
Everyone's minds were filled with questions, and they looked at Qinglan Thirteen Swords with doubts, frowning and saying nothing.
When Qinglan Thirteen Swords came to Wang Xinhua, Wang Xinhua roared: "Retreating without a fight will really embarrass the Qinglan Sect."
The Thirteen Swordsmen of Qinglan were in a very irritable mood, and they originally wanted to be patient, but knowing that Wang Xinhua was pushing their limits, he lectured them endlessly, which made them extremely angry.
Suddenly, Qinglan Thirteen Swords raised their right arms high at the same time, and one of them said unceremoniously: "What kind of elder are you?
You don't even know whether we are winning or losing, yet you have the nerve to teach us a lesson here."
Thirteen arms and thirteen bloodstains looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
No need to say anything, everyone already understood that Qinglan Thirteen Swords had really failed.
Wang Xinhua's face turned red and he stared at Qin Lan Thirteen Swords fiercely, unable to say a word.
There was a fire burning in his heart, but this fire was surrounded by something, leaving him nowhere to vent.
Suddenly, he looked at the man named Sword God, and the anger in his heart seemed to have an outlet.
Not only was Wang Xinhua angry, there was another person who was more angry than him, and that was Liu Man.
Liu Man was still looking forward to the Qinglan Thirteen Swords' special move, but he didn't know that before the special move was used, the group of people automatically gave in, which made him very angry.
Just now, he had sworn in front of his men that the Thirteen Swords of Qinglan would win, but he didn't expect that the Thirteen Swords of Qinglan would be defeated so quickly, and he was almost unable to fight back.
This was a slap in his face invisibly.
Turning his head and looking behind him, he was even more furious.
That Zhou Hai was simply a waste.
If he hadn't misled him, he wouldn't have believed that Qin Lan's Thirteen Swords would win.
Now he was asking this guy to make a pot of tea, and he was still dawdling like this.
Damn, this is really useless.
"Where's Zhou Hai?"
he asked gloomily.
"Master Liu, I'm here, I'm here."
Holding the steaming tea in both hands, Zhou Hai bent over and walked up to Liu Man, "Master Liu, drink your tea and tell me how their battle was going."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone nearby became a little weird, and it was a kind of gloating expression.
Zhou Hai didn't know what was going on.
With a smile on his face, he sent the ceramic tea cup to Liu Man, who looked ashen, and asked again: "The Thirteen Swords of Qinglan should win, right?"
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