Chapter Eighty Three

Before people arrived, a powerful breath instantly enveloped the entire courtyard. Suddenly, Xiao Fan felt as if he was suppressed by a magic mountain, completely unable to move.

"Zhandi Pinnacle!" Xiao Fan's expression changed. If he was able to suppress him in aura, at least he would have to be Zhandi Pinnacle, or even the legendary War Sage powerhouse.

If it was the peak of the Emperor of War, Xiao Fan still had a chance to fight, even if he couldn't fight, there would still be no problem to escape.

Only in this way, it is estimated that this unparalleled holy city can't stay.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan quickly grabbed the little witch and stepped in front of the little witch. In a dangerous moment, how could Xiao Fan let the little witch stand in front of him?

After all, Xiao Fan is a traditional man, he cannot hide behind his own woman.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared at the gate of Yayuan. The middle-aged man looked gentle and gentle, just like a scholar.

However, he invisibly exudes a sea-like pressure, and even Xiao Fan, who is in the early stage of the war emperor realm, has no resistance, as if deep in mud.

"Father!" the little witch cried out in a panic, for fear that the middle-aged man would kill Xiao Fan directly when he got angry.

father?

This is the father of the little witch? Xiao Fan had prepared desperately, but when he heard the little witch suddenly call it that, he was at a loss for a while.

Is it really desperate to fight the little witch's father?

Xiao Fan naturally didn't dare to look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face, even if he looked at the face of the little witch, Xiao Fan would not take the lead.

Of course, if the other party really wants to kill him, Xiao Fan will naturally resist with all his might, even if he fights this life?

"You're the kid who made Shiyu think about it day and night? Are you worthy of Shiyu?" The little witch's father shouted coldly, a tremendous pressure rushing into Xiao Fan's mind.

Ye Shishui, the head of the Ye Family Patriarch, one of the eight great aristocratic families, is so terrifying that only those who have really fought him know how Xiao Fan can be defeated?

"Ah~" Xiao Fan let out a scream, the ghost battle spirit surging out, and the soul sea and blood in his body began to boil, even the endless battle spirit almost jumped out, but Xiao Fan forcibly suppressed it.

Once the endless battle spirit was recognized, he would not only face the Ye Family, but the peerless master of the Two Halls.

After all, the Lord of the Asura Palace inherited the present world, and the impact was not ordinary, and it is likely to attract the coveting of the ancients.

However, the power of the ghost war soul alone was far from enough to resist Ye Chengshui's will coercion, and in desperation, Xiao Fan had to sway the power of the white stone.

The white stone exudes a soft white mist into Xiao Fan's body meridians. Xiao Fan feels that his whole body is bathed in a hot spring, and his whole body is extremely comfortable.

In just an instant, Xiao Fan's expression calmed down, Ye Chenshui couldn't help frowning, a strange color flashed in his eyes, Xiao Fan's strength was obviously beyond his expectation.

Even the Eight Horses of the Holy City would show an ugly look under his pressure, but Xiao Fan actually blocked it.

"Father, stop!" The little witch recovered in an instant, took out a dagger and placed it on her neck, "If he dies, my daughter won't survive!"

"Little Witch!" Xiao Fan's expression changed, and his probing hand grabbed the little witch's dagger. Although he knew that the little witch was only threatening Ye Shishui with her own life, Xiao Fan was really afraid of her accident.

The little witch would never have thought that Xiao Fan would actually **** his dagger, she couldn't defend it at all, and the dagger appeared in Xiao Fan's hand once she dodges.

Xiao Fan squeezed his hand, the dagger was instantly crushed into a ball of scrap iron, and he was thrown directly on the ground.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Ye Shishui looked at Xiao Fan slightly unexpectedly. If he were to be a different person, he would have liked the little witch to threaten him.

But Xiao Fan was fine, he was concerned about the life of the little witch for the first time, instead of taking his own safety in mind.

Based on this alone, Ye Shishui could also tell that Xiao Fan really loved the little witch, but with just a word of love, it was impossible for Ye Shishui to give the little witch to Xiao Fan.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid! But I haven't come to the point where I can rely on my own woman to protect her with her life?" Xiao Fan said in a loud voice, neither humble nor overbearing.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, the little witch's face turned red. When will she become your woman? I haven't agreed yet.

But now, the little witch will naturally not expose Xiao Fan.

"It's a bit of spine," Ye Shishui said lightly, his expression very calm, "but spine alone is not enough. In this world, spine is sometimes worthless."

Xiao Fan's face sank, he naturally knew the truth that Ye Shishui said, this world, only strength and fists can dominate everything.

The so-called backbone is just a joke in the eyes of many people.

Xiao Fan also knew that if he didn't give Ye Chengshui a satisfactory answer, the one who greeted him might be death.

"What if I can cure the little witch?" Xiao Fan took a deep breath for a long time.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with the little witch, Xiao Fan was extremely confident in his own strength. If the little witch could not be cured, he had no plans to survive.

Sure enough, as soon as Xiao Fan said this, Ye Shishui instantly grabbed Xiao Fan's collar and said murderously: "What did you say?"

If people see Ye Shishui, the dignified Patriarch of the Ye Family, be so awkward, they will definitely be surprised.

"I said, I can cure the little witch's disease!" Xiao Fan said almost every word, his tone was very affirmative. He also breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Chengshui was so concerned about the little witch's safety, at least he didn't say anything about the outside world. It's so ruthless.

Hearing that, Ye Shishui threw Xiao Fan away like trash, and said with a look of disdain: "Even the Ninth-Rank Alchemist doesn't know where Shi Yu's illness is. Can you cure her in the early stage by your little war emperor? Really arrogant!"

"You can't look at you, and the sea can't be measured. You haven't seen me before, how can you judge my ability in one word? The patron of the Ye Family has this kind of mind?" Xiao Fan also said very rudely, his tone of voice Irony.

"Father, Xiao Fan!" The little witch was extremely anxious, for fear that Ye Shishui would slap Xiao Fan to death.

"It's so good to be a person, and the sea is not to be able to measure!" Ye Shishui looked at Xiao Fan in amazement. He didn't expect this young man to be able to speak such words. Is he really capable?

What surprised Ye Shishui most was that under the coercion of his majestic will, the kid could still face it calmly. With this courage alone, few people among the younger generation could do it.

As for what he said aggressively behind him, Ye Shishui completely assumed that he hadn't heard it. For some reason, he became interested in this young man.

"Give you ten breaths, if you can tell why, I will spare your life." Ye Qianshui said coldly.

Xiao Fan's face sank. He didn't know what the problem was with the little witch now, he just made a general guess.

No, if Ye Shishui asks that, does he know the problem with the little witch? Or even if he knew the little witch's problem, he was still helpless?

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and uttered four words: "Soul blood."

As soon as he said this, Ye Shishui suddenly changed color, and a vast soul power suddenly enveloped the entire courtyard. Seeing this movement of Ye Shishui, Xiao Fan smiled in his heart.