I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

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Wang Ye's footsteps sounded, and Ye Feng felt as if death was approaching him.

Frightened.

Especially seeing the Ice and Fire Talisman in Wang Ye's hand, Ye Feng's eyes widened and he was extremely frightened.

"You... what are you doing?" Ye Feng was trembling.

Ice and Fire Talisman, Wang Ye's trump card. The breath of the ice and fire talisman is planted in the body, and the two extreme existences of ice and fire will alternate in the body until the Spirit Power in the body is drained, and then the whole person becomes a mummified corpse, which is extremely tormented.

"All these years I have dreamed of killing you with my own hands." Wang Ye's voice became colder.

Then flick your finger,

Immediately, the red and white entangled breath rushed into Ye Feng's body.

The breath of ice and fire is planted.

Immediately, Ye Feng was burned red for a while, and was frozen with white gas for a while, and the Spirit Power in his body rushed towards the Ice and Fire Talisman frantically, and was swallowed by the Ice and Fire Talisman.

His face was contorted and ferocious, and he was in great pain.

"Wang Ye...forgive me..." Ye Fengdu began to beg for mercy because of the pain like being bitten.

"Hmph," Wang also snorted coldly, "then why didn't you spare my teacher?"

"I'm confused for a while... Forgive me, I'll treat you like a bull..." Ye Feng didn't want to die, or rather, he didn't want to die so painfully.

"It's a pity, you're not even worthy of being an ox or horse!" Wang also looked cold, stretched out his hand and took out the fragments of the dragon-marked sword from Ye Feng's body, and then frantically urged the Ice and Fire Talisman.

A lot of ice and fire breaths poured in,

Immediately, Ye Feng was frozen into ice crystals. When the fire burned, the fiery breath suddenly vaporized the ice crystals. In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng was completely removed from this world.

With the fall of Ye Feng, the prison formation he cast before also disappeared.

The whole world seemed to suddenly quiet down.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, let's go." After saying that, Yang Nian stepped away and disappeared instantly.

The disciples followed immediately.

Soon after they left, the criminal guards arrived, but all that was left was the broken ground, no blood, no corpses...

Xing Guard and others probed a little and left with full of doubts.

...

On the way back, Yang Nian asked Wang Ye, "Is the Ye Feng in his hands at the venue the clone he left behind?"

"It should be the pattern puppet." Wang also replied, "Now that Ye Feng's body has fallen, the pattern puppet should also disappear."

Back at Wanjian Tower, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

The respected teacher Xu Feng was killed, and Gai Qian was depressed and grieved.

When such a thing happened, the entire tasting conference was completely terminated, and the entire Sword Casting City was completely fried.

"Ye Feng did it." Feeling the questioning gaze from Gai Qian, Yang Nian said, "That guy has already been killed by us."

Gai Qianjian nodded and said nothing.

Three days later, the casting master Xu Feng and the tasting master Gu Tai were buried thickly, and the disturbance gradually subsided.

It's just a pity that the three Masters suddenly fell to other existences.

The next day Gai Qian had a long conversation with Yang Nian.

Gai Qian said frankly that Wanjian Pavilion has been difficult to make breakthrough progress in the casting process, and because of the suppression of the three Sects, Wanjian Pavilion is actually struggling. Gai Qian hoped that Wanjianlou would develop faster and better, so he decided to bring the entire Wanjianlou disciples to join the Kongkong faction.

"I don't know what the boss wants?" Gai Qian asked Yang Nian for advice.

Yang Nian would not refuse, "Of course I have no objection. But all of your disciples are willing?"

Yang Nian doesn't like reluctance.

"Don't worry about this head, if you don't want to, I'll give you some money, everyone can get together and relax." Gai Qian's tone was a little heavy, "I've always wanted to lead Wanjianlou to a higher mountain these years, and I've thought about it. Accept the invitation of the Refining Sect. It seems that the Refining Sect does not want cooperation, but just needs us to forge weapons for them, which is equivalent to their subordinates and slaves. This is unfair to us Wanjianlou. "

Yang Nian nodded and said, "You can reassure the disciplines by joining me in the empty party. I will set up the forging pavilion alone, and you will be the pavilion master of the forging pavilion. Except for necessary affairs, I will not intervene in your forging and research. You can fully My heart is studying casting, and the Weapons Pavilion is completely open to you, so you can study as you want."

Yang Nian has always been open-minded.

"Thank you, Sect Master." Gai Qian was very excited and was full of gratitude to Yang Nian.

After another three days, Wanjian Tower was completely emptied, all casting materials and equipment were packed and packed, and more than 400 people left the Sword Casting City.

At that time, Wan Dong, the Lord of Sword Casting City, will send them off in person.

Wanjianlou's departure was a big loss to Sword Casting City, but Wan Dong was not reluctant. He always knew that Wanjianlou was always seeking breakthroughs and better development.

Can only let go!

Together with the Kongkong faction, there are more than 300 disciples recruited by Yi Dachuan.

As a result, the size of Kongkong Sect's disciples once reached more than 1,600.

The harvest of coming to Forge Sword City this time is not small.

Back to Kong Kong Pai, Yang Nian provided a spare Great Hall to Wanjian Tower and hung the plaque of the Foundry Pavilion.

At the same time, Yang Nian thought further and set up the Medicine Refining Pavilion, the Imperial Beast Pavilion, and the Formation Pavilion.

In Yang Nian's vision, he hoped that Kongkongpai would be a comprehensive Sect with diversified development. This is like a university. The majors must be as scientific and perfect as possible, and the school must be diverse and inclusive, so as to satisfy as many students as possible...

All right,

Forgive Yang Nian's modern thinking.

"Four pavilions are set up temporarily, and there is a need to improve it later." Yang Nian muttered to himself.

Standing on the top of the Jianmu Sacred Tree and looking down at the entire Kongkong Sect, Yang Nian was very pleased to see the popularity of the entire sect becoming more and more prosperous.

It's like raising a child and watching him grow up slowly is very fulfilling and satisfying.

"I'm giggling again." Da Bai said aside, "Which beautiful disciple did you like?"

"Thatgirl!" Yang Nian pointed at Da Bai.

"Speak human words!" Of course Da Bai couldn't understand.

But Yang Nian is definitely not a translator. Isn't a translation a confession? After all, this seat is also a leader to confess that this kind of thing can't be done, so let's wait for Dabai to take the initiative...

He took out Green Arrow chewing gum, put a piece in his mouth, and handed one to Da Bai.

"What is this?" Da Bai was curious.

"Cupid's Arrow." Yang Nian scoffed.

"What kind of arrow is that?"

"Heart Arrow."

Yang Nian admires his own wit, this proper Green Arrow ad copy, what makes you and I fresher, it's so weak!

This place is really talented.

Following Yang Nian's example, Da Bai ripped open the package, put it in his mouth and chewed it. Then the two of them sat side by side on the thick branches of the Jianmu tree to watch the sunset. The picture was very harmonious...

On the second day, Yang Nian came to the Sage of History.

"Take out that ancient inscription." Yang Nian said.

The sage of the history book took out the ancient inscription and placed it in the center of the Xiu Shen Temple.

"Do you know why I let you get him?" Yang Nian asked.

"Didn't the head say to collect it?" The history book sage said.

He also suspected Yang Nian's motives, but after getting the ancient inscription, he studied it for a while and found no clues. It was really just a very ordinary inscription.

"It seems that you still don't understand." Yang Nian said.

Shi Shusheng frowned, "What does the head mean?"

"This inscription is not as simple as you think, but it incorporates the meaning of Martial Dao. Your family's so-called sanctification of reading may be possible." Yang Nian stared at the sage of history as he spoke, "I put the meaning of this poem into sanctification. The meaning of Martial Dao is displayed once, you are optimistic!"

words fell,

The ever-changing knife slid to the palm of his hand and suddenly turned into a black long sword.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky, and the rushing water has not returned!"

Yang Nian recited a verse, and suddenly his body stood upright, his long sword pointed to the sky, and then he slashed down.

boom!

Suddenly a sword turned the Yellow River,

Behind Yang Nian, there is an endless vastness and majesty, like the roaring Yellow Dragon's phenomenon of the Yellow River manifesting, the river water rushing out, pouring thousands of miles, and the momentum is majestic.

This sword fell,

Sword Qi stirs,

All of a sudden, the entire temple of self-cultivation was smashed to shreds, and Shi Shusheng was shocked and horrified.

Yang Nian is also confused,

"Mom... This particular poem is the Sword intent of the Sword intent transformation level?"

Thinking of this, in order to confirm, Yang Nian raised his long sword again.

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow!"

This Sword Qi is not as powerful as the water of the Yellow River, and it looks much desolate. The long sword suddenly stabs forward, and the sky is clear and snow falls. Within a radius of 1000 meters, the buildings and trees are frozen into ice sculptures, and the chill is overwhelming.

Yang Nian's figure also disappeared in place in an instant, and reappeared at the back of Shi Shusheng. A strand of frozen black hair was cut off and fell down.

This second verse actually contains the supreme coldness and climax footwork.

"Brilliant!"

At this moment, Yang Nian admires Li Bai so much!

A poem is infinite.

Li Bai was a prolific poet.

It seems that the Martial Skill of the History Book Saint doesn't have to worry about it...