Chapter 243 Master, Is It Really You?

Chapter 243 Master, is it really... you?

The expressions on everyone's faces suddenly froze.

Especially Chen Yang, Zheng Hua, Tong Lei, Zhao Lan and others, all stared at Ye Chen, who seemed to have wings, with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

The middle-aged man who wanted to stop Ye Chen felt his feet soften, and a chill surged into his heart: "What! He... he is Ye Nan Kuang?!!"

"How is it possible!"

"How could he be that person!"

Zhao Lan's face was as ugly as a fly, and he almost screamed from his throat.

Chen Yang was completely mute.

Tong Lei subconsciously covered her rosy little mouth with her hands, and felt a blank in her mind, and her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

Zheng Hua took a breath of cold air, and a storm surged in his heart. He dared not believe what he saw.

However, the facts were right in front of them, and they had no choice but to believe it. Su Yuhan and Su Youwei looked normal. After all, one of them had seen Ye Chen's skills long ago, and the other knew Ye Chen's identity.

Ye Chen ignored everyone, and after jumping hundreds of meters away, he paused and landed directly on a lotus leaf. His feet stepped on the water, splashing ripples, and stood proudly.

"We have seen the Supreme!"

"We have seen the Supreme!"

Thousands of people on the opposite side of the lake bowed to Ye Chen in unison, with respect on their faces.

No one doubted Ye Chen's identity.

For no other reason, it was because no one dared to impersonate the three words "Ye Nan Kuang", and his opponent was still a master ranked 12th on the Heavenly Ranking. Only those in the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking could fight with him.

Almost at that moment.

Feng Kuohai, who was standing on the cliffs on both sides of Mingjing Lake, finally laughed at this moment: "Ye Nan Kuang, Ye Nan Kuang, you are here after all!"

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Facing the voices of the crowd, Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to them. After he stood firm, he looked directly at the young man in white who was less than fifty steps away from him.

His consciousness rushed towards him like a tide.

That's right, it was his breath!

It was really him!

The unyielding, resolute, cold and persistent breath emanating from the young man was the same as his.

Ye Chen finally confirmed his guess in his heart.

Although the former sword spirit has now turned into a human, Ye Chen can still be sure, because he and Wushuang have been together for thousands of years and know each other very well.

Thinking of this, even if Ye Chen's mind is calm, he can hardly control his excitement at this moment.

At the same time, the cold look on the face of the young man in white who was fifty steps away from him finally changed a little, like surprise, like disbelief, like doubt!

Master, is it really you?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the body of the young man in white trembled slightly.

He forced himself to suppress the emotions in his heart and regained his indifferent expression: "Why do you call Ye Nan Kuang?"

This kid is still cautious.

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled and slowly said: "Riding a horse to the south to fight Fang Lang, 100,000 heavenly soldiers, just for the wildness, where is the person?"

"The Emperor of Heaven's sword is out to test its sharpness, whose smile, shattering the moonlight, falls on the heart!" The young man in white said word by word.

The smile in Ye Chen's eyes became more and more intense: "Listen to the sound of swords at night, the sword is out of the sheath with murderous aura, and where do you want to go?"

"The sword turns into a dragon's roar and the green blade goes to the enemy in all directions. Looking back, the moon is like frost, but what's the harm?" A trace of mist gradually emerged from the corners of the young man in white, and the fighting spirit on his body gradually dissipated.

Ye Chen clenched his fists.

This is a poem adapted from Jian Wang III when Ye Chen founded the Eastern Heaven Court in the fairy world. At that time, a sect in the southern central fairyland gathered 200,000 people to rebel, calling it the Southern Heaven Court. The Southern Immortal Lord Fang Qingtian called himself the Southern Heavenly Emperor!

Ye Chen took the sword and went south. After leading 100,000 elite heavenly soldiers to destroy it, he gently stroked the sword of the Heavenly Emperor Sword and wrote it with his heart. Except for him and Wushuang, no third person in the world would know it.

This is also the origin of Ye Chen's nickname "Nan Kuang"!

That's why the young man in white asked "Why are you called Ye Nan Kuang?" when he saw him for the first time.

This is a test!

This kid is worried that someone will pretend to be Ye Chen to deceive him. After all, for cultivators, changing their appearance is commonplace, and they can also imitate the breath of others.

Seeing that Ye Chen and Jian Wushuang not only did not fight, but also recited poems, the people around them couldn't help but look surprised.

Feng Kuohai, who was standing on the cliff, frowned: "What the hell are these two doing? If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you still showing off your poems?"

"Elder Feng, something seems to be wrong."

The four people standing behind Feng Kuohai frowned, and one of them couldn't help but say: "The fighting spirit and murderous aura of these two people have all dissipated!"

Feng Kuohai's heart sank. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

On the Mingjing Lake.

Ye Chen walked towards him step by step, saying as he walked: "Who dares to compete with the unparalleled sword? The nine-day battle is all about the noble spirit!"

"The beauty dances with her sleeves and is famous in all directions. She rides a horse and holds a sword and becomes famous all over the world!" The young man in white also walked towards Ye Chen.

The two were less than ten steps apart.

The people watching the battle saw a monstrous sword intent burst out from the two of them. The sky and the earth were full of sharp sword energy and sword light, which shuttled back and forth around the two people and wandered around.

The sword light was very dazzling.

Everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, and the sound of breaking air filled their ears. Many people felt their feet soften and fell to the ground, their faces pale, fearing that they would be affected by the sword energy emitted by the two men.

Such a strong sword energy!

The four people behind Feng Kuo took a breath of cold air.

They could feel the horror of the sword energy emanating from the two men. If a martial arts master approached the two men at this moment, he would probably be torn into blood foam by the sword energy in an instant.

Feng Kuohai's heart jumped suddenly, and his originally gloomy face squeezed out a sneer again: "Are you finally taking action? You really scared me!"

When everyone opened their eyes, they immediately showed a horrified expression on their faces. They saw that all the lotus flowers in the pond were swept into the air, and were disintegrated and shattered one by one by the whistling sword energy.

Finally, the fight started.

This is what everyone thought, but the shock in their hearts could not be shaken off. The two of them were so terrifying just by the confrontation of momentum. If they exerted their full strength, this Mingjing Lake would probably be broken, right?

Zheng Hua, Zhao Lan and others turned pale, and their scalps were numb for Ye Chen's strength. The most important thing was that they had hostility towards Ye Chen before, and if he retaliated afterwards.

Su Yuhan in the crowd just held her daughter's hand, staring at Ye Chen with her beautiful eyes, fearing that he would disappear from her sight in the next second.

On the cliff, Feng Kuohai said without turning his head: "Four elders, once the two people below decide the winner, you will take action and must kill Ye Nankuang..."

Before he finished speaking.

The next moment.

Jian Wushuang on the lake suddenly put away his momentum, knelt on one knee on the water, and looked at Ye Chen with excitement in his eyes.

"Master, it's really... it's really you?!!"

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(ps: Chapter 2.)