Chapter 1607: The Ye Family’s son beats the drums in the hall, and the Beichen disciples fight for hundreds of battles!

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Ye Fan just walked out of the auction room, but saw that the area had been cleared nearby, and there was no one within a hundred meters.
A hundred meters away, there are thousands of soldiers wearing uniform armor, murderous, sturdy and fierce, obviously from the Shang family of the city lord's mansion.
After seeing Ye Fan walk out, one of the generals showed a fierce look, stretched out their hands to point at Ye Fan, and gritted their teeth:
"It's this kid who hurt Master Hui badly and disrespect Master Xiang. His sin is unforgivable!"
"The archer is ready, let go!"
As soon as the voice fell, all the archers present were pulling their bows and shooting arrows at the same time.
"Swish swish swish swish!!!"
Hundreds of sharp arrows cover the sky and obscure the sun. They contain extremely violent energy, cutting through the sky, through clouds and cracking rocks, like a meteor shower falling.
These arrows are all weapons specially made by the military headquarters of the Great Xia Dynasty. They are sharp and unparalleled, let alone dealing with ordinary monks, even if they are used to attack the city and plunder the village, they are more than enough.
The sky full of arrows shrouded Ye Fan, with great momentum.
"Boy, go to hell!"
Many Shang family soldiers showed fierce faces and grinned, as if they had foreseen Ye Fan's horror being shot into a sieve.
However, the next moment, an incredible picture appeared in front of everyone
"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!!!"
Those sharp arrows that could easily tear through the city wall, when they touched Ye Fan's body, it was like hitting the copper wall and iron wall, and they were bounced away and scattered on the ground.
In the first round of blasting, Ye Fan was unscathed, and he never wrinkled his brows, as if the impact of these arrows on him was better than a mosquito bite.
Seeing this scene, the faces of those Shang family soldiers changed drastically, the original grin disappeared in an instant, replaced by an inconceivable horror, and a huge wave was set off in their hearts.
You must know that even if the of transformation is forced to take these special arrows, it will be severely injured if not dead.
According to the information they received, Ye Fan is just a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, how could he have such a tyrannical body, so abnormally heinous!
But they didn't know that after experiencing the baptism of the golden flame of the sun and the light of heaven, Ye Fan's physical strength had reached a very exaggerated level, and most of the ninth rank powerhouses were not as good as him.
Simply competing with the power of the flesh, he was invincible under the tribulation.
A mere arrow didn't count as tickling him.
"Wow!"
In the next moment, Ye Fan's figure skyrocketed, pulling out a long rainbow in midair, rolling up a dust storm, and rushing forward like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
Even if he didn't urge his inner strength, he still possessed the power of fifty or sixty dragons, which was comparable to the ancient fierce beasts, enough to trample on all ages.
Even if the power of one person is better than a thousand troops!
Looking at Ye Fan, who was like a rainbow, the group of Shang family soldiers was completely panicked. They never expected that a monk at the Nascent Soul Stage could bring such a powerful pressure, as if death had descended.
"Little Xiang has orders, stop him anyway!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Many Shang family soldiers yelled to cheer for themselves, and then launched an offensive like desperately.
However, ideals are full and reality is very skinny.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
A series of collisions, one after another, are endless.
Before they even touched Ye Fan's body, they were bombarded by the body guard's qi, fell heavily to the ground, fainted, and did not know their life or death.
In just a few breaths, Ye Fan rushed all the way, easily tearing open the defense line composed of Shang family soldiers, and most of the soldiers lost their combat effectiveness.
fast!
Too fast!
Rumor has it that in the battle of Changbanpo, Zhao Zilong killed seven in and seven out of the million Cao army.
And now, between the lightning and the fire, Ye Fan rode away from the dust.
Ye Fan didn't need to kill seven in and out, and he broke the enemy's line of defense, and no one could stop him from leaving.
What a chic, what a prestige!
Looking at the back of his departure, the remaining survivors looked ashamed, with lingering heart palpitations, and their bodies shivered uncontrollably, as if walking in front of a ghost gate.
If the enemy is a strong transgressor, then all this can be explained.
But the enemy is just a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, which is really incredible!
...
"Deng Deng Deng Deng!"
At this moment, under the leadership of Shang Xiang, hundreds of powerful men walked out of the auction hall, just to see the tragedy around them.
Countless Shang family soldiers slumped to the ground, staggering, and a mess.
Upon seeing this, Shang Xiang was startled and angry.
You know, the people who came here are all the elites of the City Lord's Mansion, with extraordinary strength, and they are by no means a mob. Now that they have suffered such a huge loss, Shang Xiang's heart is bleeding.
"What happened here?" Shang Xiang gritted his teeth.
"Master..." a soldier climbed to his feet and said weakly: "The gangster is too terrifying, and the specially made arrows are completely useless for him. He just made a charge and defeated all the brothers!"
"Ye Fan, this young man will not kill you, I will not give up!"
Shang Xiang clenched his fists, his eyes showed fierce light, and a raging flame burned in his eyes, and then asked: "Where did that kid run!"
"Back to the young master, he ran to the east, not long before he left!"
"chase!"
As Shang Xiang said, his figure soared as fast as thunder, and he swept eastward.
Feng family elders, Lin family young masters, Lei Mingzong iron-mian middle-aged, Cheng family swordsmen...
The heroes from all walks of life followed, vowing to take Ye Fan down and win the treasure.
After pursuing a stick of incense, they noticed Ye Fan's figure, just a few kilometers ahead.
As a result, they are quicker to investigate.
But Shang Xiang and others couldn't think of it, Ye Fan deliberately slowed down and waited for them.
The strength of these monks is indeed extraordinary, many people have practiced for hundreds of years, and they come from the second-rank forces, their status is respected, and the entire Tianshu star is a resounding existence.
The powerful lineup of hundreds of people is enough to beat many small and medium sects and families.
However, quantity is not the key, strength is!
Ye Fan is not an ordinary cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage. He possesses magical skills such as Wuxiangjian, Taishangyin, Beichen Seven Swords, Dahuang Shenhuo, etc., and all the means to suppress the bottom of the box, even the powerhouse of the Ninth Rank Transformation may not Is his opponent.
If you add Wei Lao's help, even if he encounters the true immortal Du Jie, he will have the confidence to compete.
Among the hundreds of chasing soldiers, what really made Ye Fan jealous was the gray-robed old man next to Princess Hongyi.
The strength of this person is unfathomable, like a deep black hole, which is extremely scary.
...
Soon, Ye Fan rushed into a valley.
Going more than a thousand meters, I found that the valley was a dead end.
The towering mountains blocked the way.
At this moment, hundreds of chasing soldiers slammed into Ye Fan's momentum.
Shang Xiang walked out of the crowd with dark eyes, staring straight at Ye Fan, and coldly said: "Smelly boy, if you are unlucky, you ran into a dead end! Aren't you arrogant just now? We are now surrounded. , You are arrogant to show Ben Shao!"
"Encircled?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "How do I feel...I surrounded you? I have reminded you before that if you dare to chase you, you will die, who knows you still jump into the fire pit!"
"Cut!" Shang Xiang curled his lips in disdain, and said sarcastically: "When you die, you dare to be tough! You've been asked about your identity long ago. You are an unknown person. There is no ambush in this valley. You dare to speak so boldly on your own?"
As soon as the voice fell, other people around also laughed and said:
"Hahaha...this kid is probably pretending to be addicted!"
"That's right! Does he consider himself a true immortal Dujie?"
"With Shang Shaohua's fifth rank cultivation base, you can kill this guy without ten moves!"
Facing everyone's ridicule, Ye Fan suddenly showed a playful look in his eyes, and said: "There are nine treasures left in my hand. You have hundreds of people. How do you divide it? Most of them are just doing nothing. Make a wedding dress for others!"
"Don't sow discord!"
Shang Xiang shouted: "We will kill you first, and then distribute the treasure after we get the treasure! No matter how you fall in love, you can't escape death!"
"Huh! Really I'm afraid you won't make it?"
As Ye Fan said, he took a step forward, his spine straightened like a spear that pierced the blue sky, and his body burst out with an imposing manner to look down upon the world and look down upon the crowd. He glanced at the audience and said proudly:
"My son from the Ye family, drumming in the hall, spreading across the wilds and wilds, reaching the cosmos!
"My Beichen disciple, I have been fighting for hundreds of battles, and the golden and iron horses are in all directions, swallowing thousands of miles!
"Those who dare to offend me will be turned upside down!"
"War! War! War!"