Chapter 300: A Letter to Mr. Lin

However, regardless of whether this guy is qualified to be compared with Yang Yifang, he is definitely qualified to crush himself.

Yang Peng's face looked a little ugly, very ugly.

He also knew that he had hit a wall.

I didn't expect that after so many years of silence, Jian Ge actually had signs of rising.

It was all my fault. In the final analysis, I was jealous. Otherwise, I would not have bothered this Jian Ge deacon at all.

When you trouble others, the most embarrassing thing is that you become the one in trouble.

"This junior brother, I was abrupt just now. Return the spirit sword to me, and I will leave immediately and stop making comments." Yang Peng said helplessly.

Because the result of the fight just now, which was not considered a fight, was already very clear. He was not an opponent at all.

Whether it is being a person or a cultivator, there is a very simple truth - bully the weak and fear the strong.

So at this moment, Yang Peng was a little timid, and his tone was no longer as tough as before.

Unfortunately, his words of admitting fear to this extent were still provocative in Meng Fan's ears.

Apart from other things, if you want to admit your weakness, it’s not too much to call [Senior Brother], right?

Junior Brother…

You deserve it?

“From five breaths ago, this sword has belonged to the Sword Pavilion.” Meng Fan said expressionlessly: “If you want to take it back, find the elders of your Law Enforcement Hall!”

After Meng Fan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the Sword Pavilion with the spirit sword, not giving Yang Peng a chance to talk nonsense.

And when Yang Peng heard this, he was furious.

Let the seniors of the Law Enforcement Hall come to take the sword?

This is simply a naked humiliation!

Not only humiliating him, but even a little bit of underestimating the meaning of their Law Enforcement Hall seniors.

“Don’t go too far!” He roared at Meng Fan’s back.

Although he was angry, he didn’t dare to attack again at this moment.

He dared to attack before because he felt that he had the strength.

Now that he knew he was no match for him, if he still dared to attack, it would be asking for trouble and foolish behavior.

But if he let the other party take the sword away, he would really lose face.

As for asking the seniors of the Law Enforcement Hall to take the sword, it was even more like stepping on his face and ravaging it.

What to do?

In just three breaths, Yang Peng made a very cruel decision.

That is... it doesn't matter if this sword is not needed!

Anyway, he couldn't ask the seniors of the Law Enforcement Hall to take the sword, and he couldn't afford to lose this person.

Before Meng Fan returned to the Sword Pavilion, Wu Tian had already quickly slipped back to his room.

The biggest taboo of watching the excitement is to get angry, and Wu Tian knew this very well.

Until Meng Fan returned to the Sword Pavilion, the Law Enforcement Hall deacon named Yang Peng did not do anything. He stood there for a long time and finally left helplessly.

Although he wanted to rush into the Sword Pavilion to make a scene, reason still stopped him.

The second day.

The third day.

Meng Fan waited for two days, but he didn't see Yang Peng from the Law Enforcement Hall come to take the sword, and he couldn't help but underestimate this guy.

A coward, he didn't even dare to take his own sword.

But he deserved it!

This guy clearly saw that he had cut out the sword soul and knew that he was not an ordinary first-level Condensation Pill Realm, but he still took the initiative to provoke him.

Soon, Meng Fan put Yang Peng behind his mind.

After all, from Meng Fan's current perspective, this law enforcement hall deacon at the seventh level of Condensation Pill Realm can only be regarded as a small role.

A few days later, Elder Lin called Meng Fan to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Elder Lin, who was meditating, sat up from the cushion and said to Meng Fan: "The day to go to Taixu Holy Land is coming. Have you thought it through?"

Hearing what Elder Lin said, Meng Fan smiled bitterly.

Because he could feel that Elder Lin actually wanted him to participate in Taixu Holy Land.

But Meng Fan himself really didn't want to go, the reason was very simple, as the old saying goes, he only needed to stay quietly and practice, and sooner or later he would become the peak existence of this world.

Adventure?

Opportunity?

It's actually not that important to Meng Fan.

"Master, I've thought about it and decided to give up going to the Taixu Holy Land." Meng Fan said.

In fact, he had already made the decision before that.

Elder Lin smiled and said, "If that's the case, then forget it. It's better not to go."

Meng Fan refused, and Elder Lin was relieved and no longer focused on this matter.

In fact, he was a little hesitant. Although Meng Fan was indeed very strong, he was in the Condensation Realm after all, and it was only the first level of the Condensation Realm.

Letting him mix among a group of cultivators in the Yinshen Realm is indeed a big risk.

Safety first!

No problem.

In a blink of an eye, another seven days passed, and the ten places for the Shushan Sword Sect to go to the Taixu Holy Land were confirmed and had already set off.

One of the two places in the Condensation Realm was Yang Yifang, whom Meng Fan had heard of.

The other one was Zhao Qingshu, a name Meng Fan was not familiar with and had hardly heard of.

Meng Fan asked around and found out that Zhao Qingshu was one of the disciples of the headmaster.

This person is somewhat similar to Meng Fan in some aspects, especially in terms of being low-key!

Zhao Qingshu is one of the disciples of the headmaster, but he is not famous in Shushan Sword Sect, and few people even know him.

If it weren't for the quota of Taixu Saint Realm this time, no one would know that Zhao Qingshu is a cultivator in the Condensation Dan Realm.

This is the case even in terms of realm, let alone strength, few people know about it.

Even when Meng Fan went to talk to Senior Brother Jin, Senior Brother Jin said that he didn't know about Zhao Qingshu, and didn't even know what level of Condensation Pill he was at.

This was the first time that Senior Brother Jin, the little prince of news, failed to deliver the news.

It must be said that Zhao Qingshu was indeed protected too well.

But this time when he went to Taixu Holy Land, Zhao Qingshu's strength would definitely be exposed, and his fame would probably soar.

As the master's direct disciple, there is no doubt that Zhao Qingshu would not be weak.

Even if he was only at the Condensation Pill level, he would most likely have the strength of the Inducement God level!

Thinking about it this way, Shushan Sword Sect still has hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

But this is also as it should be, after all, the foundation of Shushan Sword Sect has always been unfathomable.

Time is like running water, and the days when you can't pretend always pass quickly.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed since the day of going to Taixu Holy Land.

On this day, Meng Fan, who was wiping the long sword on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and absorbing the origin of the sword, suddenly opened his eyes.

Because he felt someone visiting.

Ordinary Shushan disciples come to the Sword Pavilion only to exchange for long swords on the first floor.

There are very few people who come to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion!

During this period, Meng Fan has almost finished wiping the spiritual swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion. In two days, he will start to work on the magic swords.

With Meng Fan's current ability, it shouldn't be a big problem to touch the magic swords.

But if he really wipes the magic swords, it is estimated that at most one or two swords can be wiped a day at this stage.

Back to the topic, Meng Fan opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

The person who came to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion was Senior Brother Jin.

"Elder Lin." Senior Brother Jin glanced at Meng Fan, ignored him directly, and then saluted Elder Lin.

"Xiao Jin, why are you here? Is there something?" Elder Lin looked at Senior Brother Jin in surprise.

"Elder Lin, there is a letter for you." Senior Brother Jin took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Elder Lin with both hands.