Zhao Yufan stood still, and Yi Ming's sword pounced hard on him, merging with his shadow.
With a "pop" sound, the sword came into contact with something real.
Everyone stared at the trembling sword in astonishment, with extremely complicated expressions.
The sword was inserted dozens of centimeters behind Zhao Yufan's back.
It was just a little bit close to hurting him, but it was still a little bit short.
Everyone looked at the sword that was still radiating cold light with their mouths open, and they were extremely confused.
Could it be that Yi Ming had struck it crookedly?
But with Yi Ming's cultivation and strength, there could be no deviation in his sword.
While everyone was contemplating, Zhou Ming, who had leaped into the air, suddenly fell headfirst to the ground.
"ah" "What's going on" "What's going on?"
Everyone screamed in surprise, wondering why Zhou Ming dived head first toward the ground.
When Zhou Yiming was about to fall to the ground, he turned over violently, finally adjusted his body and landed smoothly on his feet.
The moment he landed, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face a little pale.
At this moment, everyone seemed to understand.
It turned out that after the collision between the Iron Sword and the Eight-Stage Sword God, Zhou Yiming was knocked away.
The sword in his hand did not stab Zhao Yufan intentionally, but he could not control the sword, causing the sword to fly out naturally.
"Failed again" someone shook his head and sighed.
Some people also let out a sad sigh: "Hey, the Divine Sword Sect is really lonely."
Everyone looked at Zhou Yiming with some sympathy in their hearts.
He was defeated miserably at the hands of Zhao Yufan a few days ago, and now he was defeated miserably at the hands of Zhao Yufan's friends.
All the glory was almost destroyed, and all of this was actually related to Zhao Yufan.
Zhou Yiming was inexplicably panicked, thinking to himself, is he really a frog in the well?
Is his strength really incompetent?
Soon, he rejected this idea, stared at Zhao Yufan and pondered for a long time, and suddenly showed a smile.
Upon noticing Zhou Yiming's smile, Zhao Yufan's heart tightened and he immediately became vigilant.
Zhou Yiming cupped his fists and praised: "Brother Sword God, your swordsmanship is really great.
I am willing to be defeated.
In my knowledge, only Zhao Yufan can fight with you.
I don't know if he can beat you."
Zhao Yufan was confused.
He didn't think Yi Ming was a gentleman.
He was silent for a moment and replied softly: "Only in terms of swordsmanship, Zhao Yufan certainly can't beat me."
"Really?"
Zhou Ming asked excitedly.
Looking at Zhou Ming with a frown, Zhao Yufan nodded silently.
Zhou Yiming took a few steps forward, came to Zhao Yufan, and asked in a low voice: "Can you teach me the martial arts to defeat Zhao Yufan?
I can reward you, any reward is fine."
Staring at Zhou Yiming in astonishment, Zhao Yufan suddenly realized that he wanted to learn his own martial arts skills and almost defeat Zhao Yufan.
Pursing his lips, he chuckled: "Haha, do you think I will harm my friends?"
"This" Zhou Yiming was speechless, frowned slightly, and said: "Since you come to Qilin Mountain, you must need spiritual stones.
I can give you spiritual stones and martial arts, or I can give you the eight styles of the divine sword of the Divine Sword Sect."
Upon hearing the Eight Forms of Divine Sword, Zhao Yufan's dark pupils suddenly lit up.
Observing the changes in Zhao Yufan, Zhou Yiming continued: "Not only will I give you the Eight Forms of the Divine Sword, I can also give you one billion spiritual stones, as well as ten mysterious martial arts and one local martial arts."
Zhao Yufan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhou Ming in surprise.
He didn't expect that he would pay such a high price.
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These things were enough to invite a strong Martial Emperor to kill him.
Why would he need to get martial arts from himself?
No matter what Zhou Ming's purpose was, Zhao Yufan still nodded and agreed to Zhou Ming's request.
Seeing that Zhao Yufan agreed, the smile on Zhou Ming's face became even stronger and he couldn't wait to ask: "When will the transaction be made?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yufan said: "The spiritual stones in Qilin Mountain have been mined.
If we have a chance to meet, we can trade."
Staring at the back of the Sword God as he left, Zhou Ming's face was gloomy and he frowned and thought, why didn't the Sword God give him a clear time for the transaction?
Is he being wary of himself or has some other conspiracy?
Everyone looked at Zhou Ming and the Sword God who were gradually retreating in confusion, and started talking one after another.
They had no idea what the two said, let alone expected that they would trade.
Zhao Yufan disappeared into the jungle, looking around with alert eyes and thinking at the same time.
Zhou Yiming would definitely not make such a simple deal with him.
Maybe he wanted to make money and kill himself.
He looked up at the sky.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
The sky was gloomy, and everyone's mood was equally gloomy, as if there was a stone in their hearts, weighing them down and making them breathless.
In a remote location, Zhao Yufan set up a tent as a temporary resting place for himself.
"Boom" Thunder rang out and heavy rain poured down, instantly covering the whole world with a layer of white mist.
Zhao Yufan opened the curtain of the tent, stretched out his head and looked outside.
The heavy rain was rushing down in front of him, and the front was completely white.
At this time, in the white rain curtain, a little fat man was holding his head and running towards the tent.
Zhao Yufan smiled when he saw this person.
This person was the fat man selling bowls.
The little fat man was very fast and quickly got into the tent.
He panted and said, "Sorry, I'm taking shelter from the rain."
As he spoke, he wiped the rain off his face and asked, "Do you have a towel?
" Zhao Yufan handed him the towel.
Without even looking at Zhao Yufan, he lowered his head and started wiping his face.
After wiping for a while, he raised his head and handed the towel to Zhao Yufan, and said: "Thank you."
After saying this, he froze on the spot and asked in surprise: "Why is it you?"
Zhao Yufan shrugged helplessly and joked: "Did you just know it was me?"
The embarrassment on the little fat man's face flashed away, and he sat on the chair with a carefree smile and said: "It's all your fault.
If it weren't for you, I would have made a lot of money from that bowl."
Glancing at the little fat man lightly, Zhao Yufan shook his head in confusion, "Are you Qian family still short of money?"
The little fat man rolled his eyes and did not answer Zhao Yufan's idiotic question.
Instead, he asked, "Aren't you surprised?
I'm from the Qian family."
"Isn't it amazing?"
Zhao Yufan said casually, and immediately felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.
He couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment, and said: "You are not surprised.
Even if you are the illegitimate son of the emperor, I will not be surprised.
What can you do in the world?"
There are very few things that surprise me, let alone who you are has anything to do with me."
The little fat man slapped his mouth and said enthusiastically: "Really?
There is nothing in the world that our Qian family cannot do.
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Today I will surprise you."
The rain outside was falling loudly.
Zhao Yufan took a look outside and felt that the rain would not stop for a while.
It was boring to be idle, so he wanted to play with the little fat man.
He didn't believe that the little fat man could make him surprise
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