Chapter 337

TAIA mountain, Baoshan in the great triangle.

The so-called Baoshan should first have some history and second be unique, rich in resources and unique.

Tai'a mountain is very steep, just like a sharp sword straight into the sky. It has the fierce power of the mountain with back.

Not only that.

The state of Chu in the spring and Autumn period and the Warring States period was in Tianzhou; It is said that tai'a sword, the treasure of the state of Chu, was forged on tai'a mountain, so there was tai'a mountain.

The king of the state of Chu also worshipped the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth in TAIA mountain.

This tradition continues.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, the leaders of the state capital, the war department and Sandu city government also come back to offer sacrifices to Daxia ancestors.

Now.

The moonlight shrouded the top of Mount TAIA, and the cold wind was shining.

At the edge of the cliff, a figure in white stood with his hands on his back. Against the moonlight, it looked profound and mysterious and unpredictable.

"Hoo."

Suddenly, a strong wind rushed up, a cold shadow.

"Here you are."

Ye Fan opens his mouth.

Turning slowly, Murong Huang's face in his sight was cold, and his black clothes made him like a ghost in the night.

"Murong famine."

"Ye Fan."

They reported their names.

Murong Huang raised his eyebrows and hummed, "I guess it's good. You're really a member of the king Ye family."

Ye Fan smiled lightly, "why do you say that? Just because my surname is ye?"

"Only the Ye royal family can cultivate demons like you. If I guess right, you are already a martial arts master."

"Good eyesight."

Ye Fan secretly appreciated it.

His breath is very introverted. I didn't expect Murong Huang to see through so easily, which is enough to show that Murong Huang is terrible.

Also a master?

Good guy, all kinds of cattle, ghosts and snakes have come out.

It has been said that the youngest master in the martial arts world is the little king of martial arts in the martial arts temple. He became a martial arts master at the age of 28.

But now, Murong is only about 25, which is much more talented than little King Wu.

Generally speaking, this level of genius can't be hidden at all, that is, it's not 72 cases of genius.

In addition——

The seven royal families have no Murong surname.

"You're right."

"Oh?"

"I am indeed a child of the Ye royal family, but I am not cultivated by the royal family. Everything about me is taught by my master and I work hard with my life. It has nothing to do with the Ye royal family."

Murong Huang's eyes flashed and said strangely, "you are the abandoned son of the king Ye family."

Ye Fan was not angry, "you can say so."

"Well, what's your status? You're not a disciple of the sect, or a member of the royal family."

"Why do I have to rely on the clan and family? Can't I go to this point by myself, just like you?" Murong Huang asked.

Ye Fan nodded and then nodded, "I don't talk about these, but in fact I guess. Your voice told me that it was the person who competed with me for the picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in LingXiao hotel that day."

"Yes, it's me."

"The picture of Wanli mountains and rivers was brought by Luo Yin's mother from her mother's family. It's a big secret. In other people's opinion, it's just an ancient painting. You don't know how to buy hundreds of billions of dollars. If you are willing to compete with me, you must know something. That is to say..."

Ye Fan's eyes coagulated and said in a deep voice, "are you the family of Luoyin's mother? But I asked, Luoyin's mother doesn't have a surname of Murong. Maybe she changed her name to avoid the family pursuit."

Murong Huang laughed, clapped his hands and praised: "Ye Fan, you are so smart that you can associate so many things; but unfortunately, your guess is only half right."

"Oh?"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.

Half right, what's wrong?

Murong Huang is also an abandoned son? Or is the problem Luo Yin's mother? Or... Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?

Murong Huang obviously does not ask for explanation.

Ye Fan knew that there was no point in asking questions. He turned his words and asked, "do you support the Zhao family to attack the Qin family and deal with Luo Yin? Or do you have any deep-seated purpose?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you. I want a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."

"Do you know the secret?"

Murong nodded and shook his head.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "it seems that you know a little. Well, it's not appropriate to say more. Since you meet, you must take a few moves to see the details."

"That's what I mean."

In an instant, the momentum of Murong wasteland surged out like the sea. The thick vicissitudes of life did not seem to be the breath of a young man.

Ye Fan's eyelids jump wildly.

He was excited about the war. He made a noise in hunting in white and shouted, "leaders of the War Department, come out and please bear a witness."

Wang Danshu was not surprised that he was found.

Ye Fan and Murong wasteland are both strong, and can even be said to be the overlord of martial arts, but he is just an internal martial artist, and he can't hide.

"Although the two young masters are fighting, they still hope that the point can be reached. Give me someone Wang a face and have a duel in three minutes."

"OK."

Ye Fan and Murong Huang have no objection.

A war is imminent.

Wang Danshu retreated 30 meters and was worried about being hurt by gang Qi. He watched the battle. After all, he could still learn something, such as combat skills and experience.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan and Murong Huang hit each other.

Huh?

Suddenly, Ye Fan's face changed and his arm felt numb and even sore; He was so shocked that he raised his eyes and found Murong Huang's mouth filled with a cold smile.

Murong Huangshen drank and punched again.

His fist is simple, but it is like two mountains, heavy vicissitudes of life, suffocating.

Ye Fan exclaimed, "master Henglian!"

"No."

"The physical breath of the horizontal training master should be more domineering, and it is almost difficult to converge. You can feel the oppression of the physical body from a long distance; you still need some heat. You can be said to be a half step horizontal training master."

Murong humed, "you're right."

"Bang bang."

The two continued to fight each other and launched a fierce close fight.

"When I was eight years old, I went to the wild mainland and practiced for 15 years. After countless hardships and near death, I finally reached the state of half step horizontal training master."

"What do you think of my flesh?"

Muronghuang's fists fell like raindrops. Ye Fan fought back one by one, and the tiger's mouth shook. Those who were hit kept retreating.

But that's just it.

Ye Fan said: "very strong, but unfortunately, it's not enough to beat me."

"Arrogance."

Murong Huangzhen drank like thunder, shaking like wind and rain, earth shaking.

In the distance, Wang Danshu's eardrums hurt. It's hard to imagine how much impact Ye Fan, who is in the center, has suffered.

"What a terrible young man."

Wang Danshu's heart surged, shocked and speechless.

At the beginning, when he heard that ye fan was the son of the Ye royal family, he was shocked and knew he was right.

Instead of letting Ye Fan and muronghuang come to see him, they let the Qin and Zhao families realize themselves; He came to TAIA mountain in person, and he also showed full sincerity.

Now?

Seeing ye fan and Murong Huang are so young and so terrible, I can't help feeling thousands of feelings.

Those who think he is nearly fifty are far inferior to two young people in martial arts. Is this a demon genius!!

Woo woo.

At the top of the mountain, due to the fierce war between the two, the momentum was violent, resulting in wind, sand and stones, and even a small wind, which rose into the sky, which was particularly frightening.

Wang Danshu retreated again.

At this time, a minute has passed, and ye fan and muronghuang have fought hundreds of river rounds.

"Repression!"

Murong Huang's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He drank deeply and jumped all his life, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, with a fierce fist.

Poop poop.

Good guy, the blow blew.

Wang Danshu was creepy. He felt that if he faced it, he would be blown up by this punch; Even an elephant has to be killed.

"Well done."

Ye Fan laughed and straightened his waist.

Back like a dragon.

Both feet seem to be connected to the earth.

At this moment, people feel that it is great and unshakable.

He looked up and saw Murong Huang's fist fall. He slowly raised his right hand.

Fist vs palm.

At that moment, the picture seemed to freeze.

"Click."

Under Ye Fan's feet, the stone burst and his feet fell deeply into the mountain; The next second, his tiger body trembled, and a great force rushed along his arm.

Murong Huang's face changed, he was shocked, tossed in the air and landed.

The two are evenly matched.

However, Wang Danshu knew that it was ye Fanqi's superior move.

Because ye fan was a martial arts master, but he didn't show vigorous Qi. He fought with Murong Huang, a half step horizontal master, just by his body.

If ye fan shows his vigorous Qi, Murong Huang must have been hurt.

"You are not my opponent yet."

Ye Fan shook his head. "If you are a master of horizontal training, you may be able to compete with me, but not yet."

"You are very strong. You can even be said to be the strongest martial artist I have ever met. You know, I have killed martial arts masters."

Murong Huang's words are amazing.

Ye Fan was surprised and said, "you have killed the martial arts master. Indeed, the master is also divided into 369 classes. Your combat power is much stronger than ordinary masters."

Dong Dong.

Suddenly, the beating of a drum sounded.

"What sound?"

Wang Danshu's eyes swept around.

Dong Dong.

It's ringing again.

This voice gives people a sense of intense oppression and palpitation, which makes people feel uncomfortable, as if a great crisis is coming.

Ye Fan's pupils contracted slightly and his face became dignified. He felt the breath of Murong Huang stronger.

"The beating of your heart."

Ye Fan said in surprise.

"What!"

Wang Danshu exclaimed.

Heart beat?

Such a thick drum sound is made by the heart.

God!

This

What a powerful heart it must be.