Chapter 6: The Ultimate Sword Drawing Technique

Meng Fan didn't know what he had done to offend these two people.

These two people actually wanted to kill him!

To be honest, this is not a small grudge.

For those who want to kill him, Meng Fan will naturally not repay kindness with grievance.

Even if there is a chance, he is happy to kill Yang Fei and Deacon Wang.

With his potential, he will have a chance to kill these two guys sooner or later.

But now he is more curious about why these two people want to hurt him?

After all, he and them can really be said to have no grudges.

"What are you doing here?" Meng Fan looked at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "What's your attitude? My master introduced you to such a good job, shouldn't you be grateful to us?"

"Whether it is a good job or not, you know it yourself! I am very curious, I have no grudge against you, why do you want to hurt me?"

Meng Fan glanced at Yang Fei, his eyes were obviously angry.

Although coming to Jiange is a blessing in disguise in a sense.

But for Yang Fei and Deacon Wang, Meng Fan has no good feelings at all, only bad feelings!

"Why? Because you are a toad wanting to eat swan meat, and you are qualified to touch a girl like Senior Sister Li Xueruo?" Yang Fei looked at Meng Fan with a mocking look.

A toad wanting to eat swan meat?

Li Xueruo?

Meng Fan frowned.

Even if Yang Fei, a chorus disciple, had the thigh of Deacon Wang, he did not have the courage to take advantage of Li Xueruo.

"Did Qian Lechi instruct you to harm me?" Meng Fan asked with a frown.

"Are you worthy of Senior Brother Qian to do it personally?" Yang Fei was full of disdain.

At this point, Meng Fan roughly understood what was going on.

Li Xueruo and himself were both orphans from Xingmu Village, and they had always depended on each other and had a close relationship.

Qian Lechi misunderstood the relationship between him and Li Xueruo, so he wanted to harm him.

For Li Xueruo, Meng Fan completely treated her as a sister, and there was no love between them at all.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell Qian Lechi about this, and even if he did, the other party would not believe it!

Originally, Meng Fan would not interfere with who Sister Xue Rou was with.

But now it seems that Qian Lechi has bad intentions and is not worthy of Sister Xue Rou at all.

Moreover, Meng Fan is a vindictive person. He will not let go of anyone who wants to harm him!

Now he does not have the strength to deal with Qian Lechi, but it will be different after a while.

After figuring out this matter, Meng Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yang Fei.

He said coldly to Yang Fei: "Jian Pavilion is not something that a chores disciple like you can enter, get out of here!"

Yang Fei was immediately disdainful when he heard this.

"You useless thing, are you still pushing your nose? If I were you, I would quickly find a Feng Shui treasure land for myself, and then dig a pit to prepare!"

Meng Fan was too lazy to talk anymore, and only spit out one word.

"Get out!"

Seeing that Meng Fan, a useless thing, was so arrogant in front of him, Yang Fei was immediately angry.

"You are looking for death!" Yang Fei took a broken sword and slashed at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan had actually seen the broken sword in Yang Fei's hand a long time ago. This guy should have come to the Sword Pavilion to exchange swords.

However, as a chores disciple, Yang Fei was not qualified to come to the Sword Pavilion to take the sword, let alone exchange the sword.

So, he should be running errands for others.

A lackey!

Seeing Yang Fei attacking him, Meng Fan took a long sword from the wooden rack beside him without rushing.

"Clang..."

A sword chant.

The long sword was unsheathed.

A sword light bloomed in the hall of the Sword Pavilion.

The ultimate sword-drawing technique!

Meng Fan was learning and using it now.

The next second, the broken sword in Yang Fei's hand fell out of his hand.

A blood line appeared on his neck.

He covered his neck and looked at Meng Fan with horror.

Just a moment ago, he thought he was dead!

The fear of death has never appeared so clearly.

Meng Fan looked at Yang Fei coldly and said calmly: "You should be thankful that this is the Shushan Sword Sect and the Sword Pavilion. Otherwise, you would have been a corpse!"

When Yang Fei heard Meng Fan's words, he subconsciously pinched his throat and found that it was only a little skin broken.

At this moment, he was frightened and sweating all over, and was terrified.

If Meng Fan had just used a little more force, he would have been killed by a sword.

Too scary!

When did this Meng Fan become so scary?

He accurately grasped the tip of the sword to cut the skin on his neck, but did not hurt his vitals.

This is more difficult than killing himself with a sword!

At this moment, Yang Fei was extremely confused. Meng Fan was not the second to last in the assessment of menial disciples...No, he was already the last.

Why did he suddenly become so terrifying?

Yang Fei rolled and crawled, and ran out of the Sword Pavilion as if he was running for his life.

He didn't even pick up the broken sword that fell on the ground.

Meng Fan looked at Yang Fei's back with disdain on his face.

Then he wiped the long sword in his hand, put it back on the wooden rack.

Then, he picked up the broken sword that Yang Fei dropped.

The moment he touched the sword.

[Sword name Black Flame. ]

[Weight 7.8 jin, sword body 2 feet 3 inches. ]

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Meng Fan frowned. Not only did this sword not have a murderous aura rushing towards him, but unlike the previous long swords, a special aura surged into his body.

"Maybe because this is a broken sword, it has been destroyed, so it has no effect."

He put the Black Flame Sword in the recycling room and took out the sword registration form.

Soon, he saw the record of this sword on the registration form.

[On the third day of June, Yang Shi, the 41st outer disciple, came to the Sword Pavilion to pick up a sword and chose the Black Flame Sword. ]

There are more than a thousand outer disciples in the Shushan Sword Sect. Only the top 50 outer disciples are eligible to come to the Sword Pavilion to pick up a sword. This is a reward for outstanding disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect.

All inner disciples can take a sword.

"It seems that this Yang Fei is here to exchange the sword for Yang Shi."

"Yang Fei and Yang Shi, both have the surname Yang, so they should be related."

Meng Fan shook his head and didn't take it to heart.

However, if Yang Fei did this, it was equivalent to pitting the outer disciple Yang Shi.

If the sword is damaged, you only need to come to the Sword Pavilion to hand in three spirit stones to exchange the sword.

If the sword is lost, you need ten spirit stones to get a new sword!

The difference of seven spirit stones is very painful for the outer disciples.

Meng Fan hated Yang Shi, so he naturally couldn't return the broken black flame sword to Yang Shi.

As for Yang Shi, if he came to trouble him...

Hehe, come on!

After a good rest, Meng Fan continued to wipe the long swords, and soon he wiped all 20 long swords.

The next few swords he wiped had no sword evil, but each sword had a trace of breath flowing into Meng Fan's body, which did not change.

It was not until sunset that Senior Brother Luo came back.

This guy said he went out to buy writing materials, but he came back empty-handed.

The key is that he was still drunk!