Chapter 215: Keeping the Balance

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"Lord Ye Fan, we have just captured a few blind guys and are preparing to rush through the checkpoints we have set up." At the entrance of the mercenary group, Ye Fan and Suan Sansheng had just finished chatting and sent each other here to punish them. When the military escort arrived, the captain spoke angrily.

"This group of people are still not convinced after being caught. They insist on saying that they are the young sect leader of Yantian Clan. It's too much. They want our immediate superiors to kneel down and apologize to him."

"I'm really angry, so I'll just bring him here and see what you do with him."

As he spoke, several people were thrown in front of Mark.

This time, the air was a little quiet.

Ye Fan looked at Suan Sansheng, and Suan Sansheng looked at Ye Fan. For a moment, they were all silent.

"Military advisor, that bald young man is not the Young Master of the Yantian Clan as you mentioned." After a while, Ye Fancai said quietly, "It's not that the Yantian Clan's divination and fortune-telling turn misfortune into good fortune, how could he... …”

The military advisor also spoke. He also looked at the fateful prophet who was suppressed in the distance and felt helpless. "Although I don't want to admit it,...it's really him."

…

"Brother Prophet, what a coincidence."

In the attic behind the mercenary group, Ye Fan looked at the people being escorted, and his eyes were fixed on the bald young man in the middle.

On the side, even Sansheng stood aside, lightly fanning his feather fan, with a slightly complicated expression on his face.

His former rival was now hunting down his fellow disciples. Logically speaking, he should hate him very much, but at this moment, he didn't know whether he was hating him or what. He even felt that he had lost face.

"Son of Emperor Suan, do you really think he can help you for the rest of your life?" Ming Xie raised his head, but his eyes were fixed on Suan Sansheng, "The people of Yantian Clan follow the will of heaven, but you were expelled because you did something against heaven. , Now, what is the purpose of colluding with such people again? "

Obviously, the fortune teller thought that it was Sansheng who helped Ye Fan in divination, and that's when the other party made such a perfect calculation.

Hearing this, Suan Sansheng could only shake his head helplessly and looked at Ye Fan aside.

Ye Fan understood and nodded slightly. Then, a slightly meaningful smile appeared on his face. He stared at the fateful prophet with his neck stretched across his face not far away, and slowly said, "Brother Prophet, you haven't done it yet." Do you understand the situation?"

"Find out what's going on." Ming Seer replied, but there was a hint of weakness in his words.

He still hasn't figured out the situation yet. Why has Yuncheng changed so much? Where did those powerful firearms come from? If Ye Fan is not in Pingcheng, how can he become the immediate boss of the Yuncheng army?

His mind was full of doubts, but across from him, Ye Fan didn't explain anything, just knocked on the table in front of him, "Brother Prophet, at this time, don't pretend to be confused because you understand."

"I'm not a patient person. If I get impatient, Brother Prophet's life may be at risk."

"You dare to kill me?" Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ming Seer didn't believe it. "Yantianmen involves many people and has the blessing of many people. If you kill me, you are declaring war on Yantianmen."

"Brother Seer's words are wrong." Ye Fan replied, with a teasing smile in his eyes, "Who said I was the one who killed you? Dingtian just found a subordinate and shot Brother Seer to death with two shots. Yantianmen Zhantian Bu Di, I’m afraid I won’t be held accountable.”

"Dingtian, when the time comes, I will just push out a few people to accept the crime."

"Brother Prophet, tell me, is this true?"

The words were spoken calmly, but when they fell in the attic, the Ming Seer was a little stunned. Looking at the young man in front of him, he seemed to realize that something was wrong.

He was too vicious and decisive, completely unlike the mentality a teenager should have.

"That red light..." Suddenly, the fortune teller remembered the divination before coming to Yuncheng. He looked at Ye Fan, and then at the fortune teller beside Ye Fan. There were some violent fluctuations in his eyes, "Master said The killing star is you!”

"It should be me." Ye Fan nodded, but he agreed directly, and then knocked on the table again, "Since Brother Prophet knows that I am the Killer Star, he should know that I am not an indecisive person."

Speaking of this, Ye Fan paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"If not, Brother Prophet, don't blame me for being unkind."

This cold light stopped the Ming Seer. He just hesitated for a few seconds and nodded quickly, "I am willing to help Brother Ye Fan do this."

"Oh, Brother Prophet promised simply." Ye Fan said, looking at Suan Sansheng aside, the two exchanged glances with a smile on their faces.

"Brother Prophet, come here and I'll tell you what you need to do."

He waved to the prophet of fate, who was also a little cautious and approached Mark. He felt a little weird and couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

But what is certain is that this young man is by no means a hesitant person.

After whispering, the Ming Seer's expression changed drastically. He seemed to be frightened by Mark's thoughts, and his face was full of panic.

"You asked me to destroy the star map, how is this possible!"

The voice was filled with fear, and the Ming Seer shook his head like a rattle, "The Star Map is the most important treasure of the Yantian Clan. It is the hard work of past heads. If I destroy the Star Map, Master will not let me go."

"I'm not asking Brother Prophet to destroy the star map, I'm just reducing its sensing ability." Ye Fan answered, as if he had anticipated the reaction of the Prophet of Life. "The military advisor has said that the sensing ability of the star map comes from the core of the star map, and it needs the power of deduction to change and destroy it. Brother Prophet is the young master of the sect, and he has plenty of opportunities to get close to the star map. You just need to seize an opportunity to destroy part of the core of the star map."

"If you destroy part of the core, the master will be angry..." The Prophet of Life spoke with a trembling tone.

"Brother Prophet, you are the young master of the sect. Even if you do something wrong, you will only be punished and put in solitary confinement for a few years." Ye Fan just spoke calmly and said something, seemingly casually:

"But if Brother Prophet does not agree to my request, he will be punished, and I'm afraid it will not be just a few years of confinement."

The words were transmitted in the air, and the threat was not concealed. The Prophet of Life naturally understood it. There was a struggle in his mind. Finally, looking at Ye Fan with cold eyes, he remembered the red light that appeared in the deduction.

He is a killer, a person who will start countless killings. He will definitely dare to kill himself.

"I am willing." Soon, the prophet of life lowered his head. Obviously, he also knew that his life was more precious than being punished.

He is the young master of Yantianmen. How could he be willing to die in this small city in a marginal province like this?

"Brother Prophet is so aware of the times, very good." At this point, Ye Fan also nodded with satisfaction, "Then let's sign the oath. The military advisor said that you Yantianmen people seem to have any special contract method?"

"Heavenly destiny contract." Suan Sansheng added on the side.

Hearing this, the prophet of life's eyes changed again, but at this time, he didn't say anything. He pinched the spell, and a bright light gradually rose in his eyes.

In a short while, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, revealing a miserable smile, "Ye Fan, it's okay now."

Ye Fan did not respond. He first looked at Suan Sansheng on the side. Seeing the other party nod, he agreed and smiled.

"If Brother Xianzhi had done this earlier, why would we have to do this? You are the Young Sect Master of Yantian Sect, and we in Yuncheng still respect you."

"Someone, bring a bowl of water to this respected Young Sect Master."