C11 Grudges

"Luo Luo, come over here. You and nephew Chen have a good relationship, you should get closer in the future." Ye Zhang Qing ordered.

Ye Rolo turned his head and snorted. Apparently, he was angry because of his father's completely different attitude.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing stroked his beard and smiled. He explained to Chen Fan, "My daughter has been spoiled by this old man. Please don't take offense to this nephew."

Chen Fan repeatedly said he did not dare to do so. He thought to himself, "With my talent, I'm afraid it would be impossible for this old fox to suddenly be so passionate about me and even rush to introduce his daughter to me."

He said in his heart, "Uncle Ye, this talent of mine may have entered a sect."

The way Chen Fan called him uncle caused Ye Zhangqing to be overjoyed. He hurriedly said, "Of course. If anyone dares to not let you in, I will be in a hurry with them."

Then he slapped his head and said, "Business is important. I will return to the sect now. Don't make my nephew anxious."

Ye Zhangqing was about to leave in a hurry, but then he turned back after a few steps.

"This is my 'Divine Wind Talisman'. It contains all three of my attacks, and is a gift for nephew to protect himself with."

After thinking for a while, Ye Zhangqing took out a palm-sized small sword from his storage bag and gave it to Chen Fan, instructing, "This is the low-rank Wind Breaking Sword, a wind-attribute spiritual weapon. You can practice it as much as you want and pour spiritual Qi into it when you use it."

This flying sword was forged from a thousand-year-old Black Wind Dragon bone. He had spent a huge sum to buy it. Although it was a low-grade spirit weapon, its power was comparable to a mid-grade spirit weapon.

Ever since he obtained it, he refined it day and night. In the blink of an eye, the flying sword had been with him for almost 50 years.

However, as long as he could have a good relationship with this handsome youth, everything was worth it!

Chen Fan knew this was a good treasure, so he quickly expressed his thanks and accepted it. He couldn't help but be filled with emotions; yesterday, he was just a piece of trash that was trampled under the feet of others, but today, he had become a talent that the immortal of this country was trying to curry favor with.

"Life is really bullshit!" Chen Fan smiled helplessly.

Ye Zhangqing also taught Chen Fan a few simple sword techniques. Seeing that Chen Fan had memorized them all, he nodded his head.

Ye Zhang Qing patted his shriveled up storage bag. He was so excited that he actually felt heartache over it.

How many rewards would he receive when he returned to the sect?

Not to mention a mere low-grade spiritual weapon, it was even possible to obtain a better spiritual pill. If he was granted a status as a protector, then he would truly be able to achieve great heights.

When he imagined the glittering pill magic treasure waving to him and how he would stand in front of the outer sect disciples with a majestic appearance, Ye Zhangqing could not help but feel itchy. He wanted nothing more than to give himself a pair of wings and fly back to the sect.

Before leaving, Ye Zhangqing looked at the crowd, especially Chu Huaiyuan. He coldly glared at them and warned them, "If anyone dares to touch my nephew Chen when I'm not here, he will become my enemy. When I return, I will destroy his entire family, do you understand?"

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from his body. A light green gale surrounded his body, howling through the air. It actually carried with it a faint aura of the world.

The surrounding war horses were all twitching on the ground, bleeding from all their orifices. The soldiers were all pale, they could only feel explosions in their ears, their bodies went soft, and they could not help but kneel down in fear while looking at Ye Zhangqing.

Chu Huaiyuan felt like he was in the center of a storm. He could not even breathe, and his body was almost ripped apart. This was because the pressure was mainly aimed at him.

"Yes sir!"

This word seemed to come from the gaps between Chu Huaiyuan's clenched teeth. However, even though he was forced to lower his head, he screamed crazily in his heart, "I must kill that little bastard from the Chen family. I won't be able to live long anyway."

"Old dog Ye, just you wait!" Since there is no hope for me on the Immortal Path, then don't even think about getting away with it. "

Ye Zhangqing then turned to Chen Xiao and smiled, "This little brother must be Chen Xiao. Indeed, he is worthy of being the elder brother of Nephew Chen. He is also a dragon among men."

"I have a Meat Spirit Pill here that can help you recover your damaged Dantian. You can recover within three days."

Ye Zhangqing laughed out loud. He slapped his storage bag and took out a shining, flesh-colored pellet and handed it over.

When Chen Xiao saw the Immortal Master that used to be so high and mighty smile at him while helping him to recover his Dantian, he felt flattered and thanked him profusely.

Ye Zhangqing nodded with satisfaction. He didn't waste any time. He immediately took out two Wind Walking Talismans and put them on his feet. He then turned into a stream of light and flew into the sky.

Ye Zhang Qing flew away. However, he was too focused on rushing back to the sect. He did not have the time to think about whether his warning could really intimidate Chu Huaiyuan, much less the fact that Chen Fan and Chu Huaiyuan had been switched.

"Let's go!" Chu Huaiyuan glanced at Chen Fan viciously. He did not expect Ye Zhangqing to gift both the spirit talisman and flying sword to this little b * stard.

"These were supposed to be my sons, and they were all taken by you, you little bastard. Now that you've taken everything from me, I'll make you suffer a miserable death!" Chu Huaiyuan's heart was bleeding.

"Go?" Where to? I'll send you on your way. " Chen Fan held the small cyan sword tightly. His face was full of hatred as he stared at Chu Huaiyuan.

Chu Huaiyuan was filled with hatred, but when he saw the expression on Chen Fan's face, the hairs on his body stood on end. A chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't help trembling as he said, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What do I want? "Of course I'm going to kill you. Do you think that all the members of our Chen Clan died for nothing?"

Chen Fan bellowed with bloodshot eyes. Following the sword technique that Ye Zhangqing had just taught him, the flying sword turned into a gust of wind and slashed at Chu Huaiyuan's neck.

"Help …" Chu Huaiyuan's eyes were filled with panic as he quickly retreated.

Those who were faster also retreated. The flying sword drew a bloody wound on their necks before they could react. They coughed out blood and fell to the ground as corpses.

"Bang!"

The sound of metal clanging rang out. An old eunuch with a head full of hats and a face full of wrinkles appeared in front of Chu Huaiyuan. He used his right hand to hold onto the blade of the flying sword, preventing it from moving forward.

Chu Huaiyuan was on the ground, paralyzed with fear, his pants were soaked in water.

"Spare me and let me go. It's not necessarily a good thing to be young and vigorous." The eunuch said. The energy fluctuations around his body seemed to stir the world. He was actually a master of the Xiantian realm!

Chen Fan's eyes narrowed as he calculated in his heart, "This person can actually fight against a flying sword bare-handed. Although this flying sword was just taken over by him and is too unfamiliar with him, it's still quite impressive." "Looks like I won't be able to kill this darned Emperor today."

"All of you, scram!" Chen Fan looked at the eunuch and coldly said.

"Humph!" The eunuch let go of the flying sword and returned it to Chen Fan's hand. He turned around and helped Chu Huaiyuan up before leaving with the rest of the soldiers in a sorry state.