Chapter 736 Mysterious Man

"Jiange, it's pretty good."

On the way, Ye Fan looked at the steep peaks around Jiange and couldn't help but admire them.

"At least the scenery is beautiful."

"Master also particularly likes the scenery of Jiange." Zhang Pingzhi agreed. Since Ye Fan arrived, the smile on his face has never left his face.

"Jiange not only has beautiful scenery, but also has various magical buildings."

"Master's class will start tomorrow at Longquan Hall. There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine spiritual swords there. Each one has spiritual wisdom and can cooperate with students to practice sword styles."

"Spirit sword? Beast spirit weapon?" Ye Fan said subconsciously.

"It's not a beast spirit weapon, to be precise, it's a human spirit." Zhang Pingzhi replied: "There is a tradition in the sword pavilion. When every sword practitioner is within the sect before his death, he will go to the soul sword workshop, and the workshop owner will Use the cultivator's body to recast the sword. After recasting, some swords will take on some spiritual wisdom and become spiritual swords."

"Spiritual swords may be strong or weak. Master will spend a month every day to explain swordsmanship knowledge to spirit swords. The outstanding spirit swords among them will have the opportunity to enter the Longquan Palace. Of course, those who are not selected will also stay and be enshrined in If someone attacks the giant palace of the Sword Pavilion, Master will use sword control skills to summon them to respond to the enemy."

"What a magical skill." Ye Fan admired: "Are there many such spiritual swords?"

"Many. Excluding the 10,000 in Longquan Palace, the number of spiritual swords in the Sword Pavilion exceeds 100,000." Zhang Pingzhi nodded: "With the blessing of master's sword control skills, each of these swords can produce gold, even stars." Brilliant level of lethality.”

"Can the art of sword control enhance the sword?" Ye Fan pointed out the key.

"Yes, the most powerful thing about orthodox sword-controlling skills is that it can enhance the ability to wield a sword and turn a piece of scrap metal into a magic weapon." Zhang Pingzhi scratched his head: "My sword-controlling skills are not yet ready, so I can only wield a sword." Suction..."

"In this way, as long as Lord Jiang Pavilion is here, Jiange is equivalent to having an army of 100,000 that can be mobilized at any time, and they are all gold-level." Ye Fan nodded slowly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

A 100,000 gold-level army, all made of swords, would probably be more terrifying than an ordinary army of one million people in terms of lethality.

Jiange dared to block Nanchuan, relying on more than just the steep terrain.

"Does Jiange have any other particularly powerful properties?" Ye Fan then asked.

"Yes, but many masters didn't let me see it." Zhang Pingzhi replied. He didn't know whether he was aware of Ye Fan's inquiring intention, or he really didn't know. He just smiled and did not follow up.

Ye Fan didn't ask any questions and followed Zhang Pingzhi for a while. Finally, he stopped in front of a tile-roofed house.

"Prince Ye, your dormitory is ahead."

Pointing to the tile-roofed house in front of him, Zhang Pingzhi spoke. Perhaps because the tile-roofed house was not very attractive, he said with a hint of embarrassment: "There are many disciples in Jiange, and the dormitory is quite tight. Master said that nominal disciples can only..."

"It's okay." Ye Fan didn't care and waved his hand: "I used to study in Pingcheng, and the dormitories there seemed to have eight people per room."

"Our dormitory is for single people, just a few people in one courtyard." Zhang Pingzhi said quickly and led Ye Fan inside.

The tile-roofed house is not that simple, and the floor is paved with bluestone bricks. When you walk in, you feel quite a bit older.

There are four rooms in the courtyard occupying four directions. As soon as I walked in, two people were already coming towards me. One was tall and strong, and the other was a little thin. They each held a sword in their hands. Look at the sword. The style is like an ordinary iron sword made in the market.

"Hello, King Ye! Hello, senior brother!"

Looking at Ye Fan, both of them greeted him excitedly. The thinner one was obviously nervous, and his hands were shaking slightly when greeting him.

"Hello." Ye Fan responded to the two of them, while Zhang Pingzhi said from the side: "King Ye, these are your roommates. They are all disciples who have just passed the examination."

"The fat one's name is Zhou Yuan, and the thin one's name is Yu Long. They are both from the south."

"Okay." Ye Fan nodded, glanced at the two people who were looking at him nervously, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Then I'll take care of you more."

"It's King Ye who takes care of us!"

The two were flattered and quickly held Mark's hand.

"Hey, is there another person?" Ye Fan noticed a closed door.

"That man..." Zhang Pingzhi looked at the room and shook his head, "I'm not very impressed."

"Zhou Yuan, do you know him?"

"I don't know him, he seems to be from out of town." Zhou Yuan replied, while Yulong on the side said: "He seems to be mute. I saw him yesterday, and when I talked to him, he just nodded and shook his head."

"Mute?" Zhang Pingzhi was stunned, "Did our sect recruit a mute disciple? Why didn't I know?"

As he said that, Zhang Pingzhi thought for a moment, and then quickly shook his head, "Forget it, just be dumb. There are no requirements for learning the sword."

"Prince Ye, I will leave first. Master asked me to prepare for the start of classes at Longquan Hall tomorrow."

"You go ahead and see you tomorrow." Ye Fan replied, watching Zhang Pingzhi walk away.

The middleman left, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became a little cold. Facing the famous Lord of Nanchuan, both of them seemed very cramped.

There was a stone table, and Ye Fan was about to sit down. The two of them hurriedly moved the stools. Before they could sit down and speak, the two of them had to carry water again.

"Don't run away, nothing happened." Ye Fan pressed the two of them down.

"Hey, okay." The two agreed, still looking embarrassed.

"Where are you from? Why are you here at Jiange?" Ye Fan asked, taking a look at the two of them.

It seems that these two people are very ordinary, not like the seedlings of martial arts.

"The people of Jiange saved my life from the bandits." Zhou Yuan replied: "After that, I always wanted to come to Jiange and become a hero?"

"Because of saving my life, I understand." Ye Fan nodded, "Not bad, it can be regarded as having ideals."

It should be said that Jiange has done a lot of good things, which should be influenced by Jiang Wuyin, the chivalrous and righteous leader.

In such a chaotic world, the existence of Jiange is a clear stream.

"What about you, Yulong?"

"Ah me?" Seeing Ye Fan looking at him, Yulong felt a little embarrassed, "I, I have no food to eat, Jiange... provides free food and accommodation."

"Oh." Hearing Yulong's reason, Ye Fan was silent, "It's okay to have enough food."

"I'm not just for food..." Yulong waved his hand, and was about to explain something when a sudden creaking sound was heard.

The tightly closed door opened at this moment, and then a man walked out.

As soon as the man came out, Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable almost instantly. He looked up at the man and frowned.

This man looked very unusual. He looked like a statue resurrected. He was tall, muscular, and had large pupils, almost half of his eyes.

At first glance, this man had a kind of classical beauty, or in other words, a kind of, exceptional perfection.

"Who are you?" Ye Fan asked, and at the same time, the man looked at Ye Fan. When his eyes converged, his pupils quickly became weaker, becoming half the size of ordinary people.

"Hello." A few seconds later, the man spoke, his voice was steady and powerful, and at the same time there was a hint of stiffness.

"My name is Gotian."