However, just as Toyotomi Kawayoshi whispered in a deep voice, everyone around him shook their heads and sneered.

"how?"

"Does the head of Toyotomi family think that Master Nakai, one of the three palace masters of the Sword God Palace, was killed by this junior?"

"Stop teasing."

"Just a slut, I'm afraid that the hair is not growing all over?"

"The head of Toyotomi family is probably thinking too much."

....

"Yes, Toyotomi, you're just over-concerned."

"Marriage practice is not something that takes place overnight."

"Even if this Chinese child starts to study martial arts from his mother's belly, he will only have been practicing martial arts for twenty years."

"At this time, even if he has good talent, how far can he practice?"

"I'm afraid it's not the Grandmaster."

"You know, the person who is known to enter the realm of the Grandmaster is the Chinese God of War Ye Qingtian."

"I remember he was nearly thirty years old at that time."

"The Lord of the Zhongjing Palace is at the level of a master. If it is true as the head of Toyotomi family said, he was killed by this junior."

"Wouldn't that mean that he is also a master?"

"A twenty-year-old master, is it possible?"

Everyone shook their heads and smiled, obviously not agreeing with Toyotomi Kawayoshi's speculation.

Think about it, the youngest martial arts master has only reached it at the age of thirty in the past century.

And the person in front of him was in his early twenties to die.

In the martial arts world, which is a hundred years old, at the age of twenty, he can only be considered a teenager.

Of course, everyone does not think that a young boy can have the power of a master.

Faced with what everyone said, Toyotomi Kawayoshi did not refute anything, but said in a deep voice: "Whether this young man did it, you will naturally know in a while."

Toyotomi Kawayoshi said slowly with a blank expression on his face.

However, his eyes at Ye Fan gradually became solemn.

"Can it be you?"

Toyotomi Kawayoshi whispered secretly in his heart.

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The sky of the East China Sea, the jade fan hangs upside down.

Under the rising sun, Fuji snow!

Under the combined attack of the eight disciples of the Three God Pavilion, a huge long sword ran across a hundred meters and stood erected on the top of Mount Fuji.

Then, with a long roar, the eight disciples pinched their hands and held swords across the air.

Whoosh ~

The sharp sword cuts through the sky, and the long rainbow cuts off the river of the sky!

The next moment, under the control of the eight disciples of the Three God Pavilion, the golden sword swept towards where Ye Fan stood like a mountain.

"Boy, go to die!"

Everyone whispered grinning.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan in front of him as if he was looking at a dead body.

The eight disciples of the Three God Pavilion, four martial arts masters, and the other four, although they are not at the level of a master, they are only one step away from him.

The power that erupted through the eight of them was probably even the title-master dared not resist.

Therefore, in the eyes of most people, Ye Fan will undoubtedly die under this sword.

However, is this really the case?

During the storm, Ye Fan was still calm.

Facing the golden light sword that came from afar, he stood proudly, and his face was full of sneer.

"Wilds of fireflies dare to compete with Haoyue for glory?"

"A group of rats, not even the titled master, dare to stop me?"

Amid the sneer, Ye Fan stepped on the ground and immediately rose up.

On the top of Mount Fuji, everyone saw Ye Fan standing across the Tianhe River and punched him!

Yes.

There is no retreat, no dodging.
Chapter completed!