Ye Fan is probably the most common name for a protagonist. As far as Feng Shao can remember, he has read at least thirteen novels with Ye Fan as the protagonist.

My goodness, there is Ye Chen in the upper domain and Ye Fan in the lower domain. Have I disturbed the Ye family’s lair?

What this guy said was quite interesting. What does it mean to sell your daughter for fame? He just wanted to solve his daughter's health problems and hoped that she would grow better, so he decided to let her follow Feng Shao to the upper domain. But Cangyun Sect itself didn't get any benefits from this!

Is this also called selling your daughter for fame?

However, Ye Fan didn't seem to intend to reason about this matter at all. He was completely immersed in his protagonist spirit, speaking righteously and with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he was ready to eliminate all injustice in the world.

But Feng Shao knew the nature of this son of luck.

This guy clearly had his eyes on Luo Qiushuang's cauldron qualifications.

He glanced at Ye Fan's hands, and indeed saw a black ring on the index finger of his left hand. Obviously, this was a son of destiny with the template of a "portable grandfather", and Luo Qiushuang's cauldron furnace aptitude was seen by the grandfather in the ring.

So, is it time for someone to step up next?

Sure enough, after Ye Fan made an impassioned speech, a young man in black appeared. He was holding a spear, pointing the tip of the spear at Ye Fan, and shouted: "Ye Fan, you are just an outer disciple, what qualifications do you have to question the decision of the headmaster?"

Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Wang Ye, even you want to kneel down and lick this person from the upper domain who has unknown origins? It's really laughable!"

"You!" Wang Ye was furious. He turned around and saluted Luo Tianhe, saying, "Master, please allow me to teach this ignorant guy a lesson!"

Luo Xinghe nodded: "Okay!"

Wang Ye was overjoyed, then turned around and gave Ye Fan a fierce smile: "Ye Fan, Ye Fan, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you break in! Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude!"

Ye Fan also snorted coldly and said, "Stop talking nonsense and come over here!"

Through the eyes of the spiritual enlightenment body, Feng Shao has already noticed that Ye Fan is only at the Tongmai realm, while Wang Ye has just entered the Xiantian realm. There is a big gap between the two. In the world of cultivation, there has always been a saying that "there are three hurdles in building the foundation and five levels of Xiantian".

There are five levels in the Xiantian realm, and you need to cultivate five kinds of qi. Each time you cultivate one qi, you can advance to a higher level. As for the order of cultivating the five qi, there are different regulations for different mental methods, and they are generally distinguished by their five elements.

The heart stores the spirit, and the Qi cultivated belongs to fire; the liver stores the soul, and the Qi cultivated belongs to wood; the spleen stores the will, and the Qi cultivated belongs to earth; the lungs store the soul, and the Qi cultivated belongs to gold; the kidneys store the essence, and the Qi cultivated belongs to water. After the five Qi are cultivated, one can give birth to a breath of innate Qi, create yin and yang, and truly embark on the path of cultivation.

The state of Tongmai lays the foundation for the Xiantian state. To cultivate the five qi, you must first open the meridians. Only after opening the twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians can the five qi flow freely. Therefore, the gap between Tongmai and Xiantian is quite large, and there is basically no possibility of challenging the Xiantian state. Even Feng Shao himself, when he was in the state of Tongmai, was not sure that he could challenge the Xiantian state.

But if Ye Fan had an old grandfather to help him cheat, that would be a different matter.

Feng Shao glanced at Luo Qiushuang who was standing beside him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you familiar with this Ye Fan?"

Luo Qiushuang shook her head and said, "I only know that Junior Brother Ye Fan is an outer sect disciple. Because of his poor aptitude, he was bullied a lot in the outer sect. I have seen outer sect disciples bullying Ye Fan a few times, and because I couldn't stand it, I scolded them a few times. Other than that, Junior Brother Ye Fan and I have no interaction."

Feng Shao nodded, thoughtfully.

In fact, it is not surprising that Ye Fan would have such thoughts about Luo Qiu Shuang. After all, this Saint Sister is beautiful and kind-hearted. She has stood up for him several times. He must have a crush on her.

But the problem is, just because you have a crush on someone doesn't mean you can make decisions for them! You're not speaking up for justice, you're just being sentimental!

However, Feng Shao had seen similar plots before. The protagonist of a cool novel started out as a nobody, and when he was bullied, he was rescued by a kind-hearted heroine. Then, the protagonist rose to prominence, and regarded the heroine's help as a sign of affection for him, so he confessed his love. Then, the two fell in love, secretly decided to spend their lives together, but outsiders interfered, and the two eloped...

Unconsciously, Feng Shao had already imagined a million-word novel in his mind.

And just as he was lost in thought, the duel between Ye Fan and Wang Ye had already been decided.

"Tsk! This boy can actually fight across levels, he's really terrifying!"

"Good boy! If you give it time, you will definitely be something more than just a nobody!"

"How strange! Why can't I tell what realm this kid is in? Is he at the Tongmai realm or the Xiantian realm?"

"This boy Ye Fan is probably hiding his incompetence. It's really unexpected!"

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At this time, Wang Ye had fallen to the ground in the hall, with blood on his chest. Ye Fan stood in front of him with a long knife in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye pointed at Ye Fan and said tremblingly: "You...you can actually beat me? This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Ye Fan sneered, "Humph! It's just the Xiantian realm, what's so difficult about it? I'll teach you a lesson today, so you know what it means to 'a gentleman should not be insulted'!"

Feng Shao couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead. For some reason, he felt particularly ashamed when he saw this scene.

Alas, how could I have watched such a plot back then?

After dealing with Wang Ye, Ye Fan naturally turned his attention to Feng Shao. He stretched out his long sword, pointed at Feng Shao, and shouted: "Feng, do you dare to suppress your realm and fight me fairly?"

Everyone involuntarily turned their eyes to Feng Shao who was sitting lazily on the chair.

Feng Shao raised a smile and asked calmly, "Why?"

Ye Fan was stunned. Why? He just didn't like Feng Shao and wanted to beat him up to vent his anger. But he couldn't say this reason. He rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Why? You don't dare?"

Feng Shao shook his head and said, "This is a cheap way of provoking someone. It's too childish."

Ye Fan's face turned a little ugly: "Stop talking nonsense! If you don't dare, just say it directly, I won't laugh at you!"

Feng Shao said lazily: "I don't dare? I think you are the one who really doesn't dare. Otherwise, why do you insist that I suppress my realm to fight you? If you really dare, it should be a battle without any additional conditions. When you said the four words 'suppress your realm', you have already lost."

Ye Fan's face turned red and he was speechless.

Luo Qiushuang suddenly opened her mouth and rebuked: "Enough! Ye Fan, how long are you going to make trouble? My affairs have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to bother to be fair to me!"

Feng Shao couldn't help but shook his head when he heard this. This sounded fine, and Luo Qiushuang also expressed her own thoughts. But to the son of destiny who was always confident, it sounded like a different story.

Just as Feng Shao guessed, Ye Fan was not worried but happy after hearing Luo Qiu Shuang's rebuke. He thought to himself: Qiu Shuang really has me in her heart. She said this because she is worried that I will be hurt by this guy. Ye Fan, Ye Fan, she has treated you like this, how can you not save her from the sea of ​​fire?

So he straightened his expression and said to Feng Shao: "You are just relying on your higher realm than me, but are you afraid that you can't defeat me at the same realm? Are people from the upper realm really so cowardly?"

Feng Shao sighed, waved his hand to stop Luo Qiushuang who was about to speak, stood up and said: "Okay, then I will do as you wish and suppress my realm to fight you."

Ye Fan was overjoyed, and a smile of success appeared on his face unconsciously.

Feng Shao walked down, casually pulled out a long sword, and said calmly: "I only use this ordinary spiritual weapon, so that you won't say that I am bullying you by relying on the advantage of the weapon. Now, before the fight starts, you should quickly think about what conditions you want to propose, so that you won't find excuses if you lose later."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people laughed out loud.

Indeed, challenging others and asking them to suppress their realm sounds childish and ridiculous.

Ye Fan was so angry that his face turned red, and he shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, watch this!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan had already slashed at Feng Shao with a knife.

Ye Fan's move was of extraordinary momentum and power. It was truly amazing that he could make such a strike at the level of Tongmai.

But, that is for ordinary people.

And how could Feng Shao, who had practiced the Thirty-Six Sword Techniques of Xiaoyao, take such swordsmanship seriously?

He casually waved his sword and blocked Ye Fan's knife. At the same time, Feng Shao yawned again and said, "Hurry up and finish it. I'm a little sleepy."

He couldn't sleep at all because his memories hadn't been integrated. It was normal for a cultivator to go without sleep for days and nights, but the integration of memories put a huge load on the brain, which caused Feng Shao to be listless for the past two days.

When Ye Fan heard this, he thought Feng Shao was looking down on him, and he was immediately furious. He said in his heart: "Master, please give me a helping hand!"

The next moment, Ye Fan felt a force spreading from the ring to his whole body, and his aura suddenly increased.

Feng Shao sneered in his heart: Here it comes!

Ye Fan suddenly drew his sword and chopped Feng Shao heavily with the "Triple Wave" move. This move was powerful and powerful, and it was completely beyond the power of the Tongmai realm. The spectators all saw how powerful this move was, and some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

Feng Shao stepped back, holding his sword across his chest, and shouted, "Stop!"

Ye Fan sneered: "What? You want to admit defeat?"

Feng Shao ignored him and said calmly: "I never thought that such a great senior would do such a sneak attack. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

Everyone was curious when they heard this. Who was Feng Shao talking about?

Ye Fan was startled, and said in an unnatural tone: "What do you mean by this?"

Feng Shao still ignored him and said, "Senior, please show yourself!"

Ye Fan said loudly: "What senior is there? Could it be you..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Shao had already taken out a black, inconspicuous object that looked like a brick from his storage ring and said coldly, "If you don't show up, I will have no choice but to use my 'Seven Mysterious Evil Seal' to force you to show up!"

This time, Feng Shao's words finally had an effect.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from Ye Fan's left index finger, and then slowly condensed into a figure in the surprised eyes of everyone. The figure bowed to Feng Shao and said helplessly: "I didn't expect that you have such a keen eye that you could see it. I admire you!"

Feng Shao just smiled faintly, but did not speak to the figure. Instead, he looked at Ye Fan and sneered: "Is this what you call a 'fair fight'?"