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"Um?"

The woman couldn't help but frowned, her face became even more ugly. With a wave of crutches, two more thunders fell from the air.

Just as the sky thunder was about to fall on Ye Fan's head, a light yellow light curtain suddenly appeared, instantly dissolving the sky thunder invisible.

"Have you had enough fun? I respect you as an elder, and I have been tolerant over and over again. It seems that it is impossible not to teach you a lesson!" Looking at the woman's surprised look, Ye Fan raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

As the sound fell, the air was filled with dense sword lights. Although it was not as great as the scene when Dugu Sword Saint was in the Shushan Sect before, it was already shocking enough to outsiders.

"Brother Ye, don't hurt my grandma!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er stepped out from behind the woman, plucked up her courage and said weakly. As for Grandma Jiang, she was so surprised that she could not speak.

"Miss Ling'er, don't be afraid, I won't do anything to your grandma."

As he spoke, Ye Fan's aura with abrupt momentum was withdrawn, and the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The atmosphere on the field returned to what it used to be. However, this time, Grandma Jiang looked at Ye Fan with fear and a hint of unawareness of joy.

"how?"

The old woman walked to Ye Fan and bowed and said, "It's my old man who is rude. I didn't expect that the young master was a disciple of the Shushan Sect. All this was a misunderstanding. Please forgive me. By the way, let me introduce myself. My old man's surname is Jiang, and he is the palace master of the Shuiyue Palace."

As he said that, Grandma Jiang turned to look at Zhao Ling'er and instructed: "Ling'er, why don't you take Mr. Ye to Shuiyue Palace to sit."

When Zhao Ling'er heard this, she looked at Grandma Jiang in surprise and then at Ye Fan. Although she didn't know why Grandma's attitude suddenly changed by 180 degrees, she was very happy when she saw that the two of them were no longer tense but looked kind.

"Brother Ye, please come with me."

Under the leadership of Zhao Ling'er, the three of them walked around and soon arrived at a large courtyard with high stone steps in front of them and the magnificent pure white palace stretching. Ye Fan nodded secretly and unconsciously compared it with Qingyun Gate.

This Shuiyue Palace looks unique. Although it is not as elegant as the Yuqing Palace, it is unique and has a light and elegant taste.

When the two women in white standing in front of the hall saw the three of them, they immediately bent their bodies slightly and said, "See the Palace Master, meet the Young Palace Master!" But they didn't know what to call Ye Fan, and quickly turned their eyes to Grandma Jiang for help.

Grandma Jiang nodded and said with a little majesty: "This is Mr. Ye from the Shushan Sect and a distinguished guest in the palace. You must be careful to serve him."

"As for orders, the palace lord."

The three of them entered an elegant small hall, and Grandma Jiang immediately ordered the maid to bring tea and snacks.

A group of maids in white have lived in Shuiyue Palace for so long, and have never seen strangers entertained the house, and have never seen such a diligent reception. Everyone was surprised, and the eyes of Ye Fan were all curious.

The old woman asked Ye Fan to sit on the head seat and said, "What happened before was that I was reckless, so I would like to forgive me. Oh, I'm not to hide it. There is a group of thieves who covet my Xianling Island. I have repeatedly ordered the old man to prohibit outsiders from entering the island, which is why there is a misunderstanding."

"Yes, a few days ago, a child named Wang Xiaohu came to ask for medicine. I secretly gave him a purple gold pill, and my grandma complained for a long time," Zhao Ling'er said a little aggrieved.

Seeing the two of them, Ye Fan immediately said, "If I say nothing wrong, are those groups of people a group of Moon Worshipers? To be honest, I have seen them in Yuhang Town."

"Oh no! This group of people are afraid they are coming. If they are determined to break into the formation, the formation will not last long!" Grandma Jiang's expression changed drastically when she heard this.

She did not doubt Ye Fan lie to her. After all, Ye Fan's "Ten Thousand Swords Art" that was uniquely passed down by the Shushan Sect was real. In addition, Grandma Jiang followed Empress Wu for many years and knew a little about the origin of Empress Wu and the Shushan Sect. She had already regarded Ye Fan as an assistant from the Shushan Sect in her heart.

Thinking of this, Grandma Jiang quickly turned to look at Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye, I have a reluctant request."

"Senior, you said," Ye Fan nodded.

"Your Madam is also asked to escort Ling'er back to Nanzhao immediately," said Grandma Jiang, and hesitant again: "If the young master does not abandon him, he will be old... I want to betroth Ling'er to the young master."

"puff……"

This is what Ye Fan almost choked to death by tea.

"Grandma, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ling'er said shyly, and then looked at Ye Fan again, with an indescribable shyness in her words: "Brother Ye and I have just met."

Ye Fan also hurriedly said, "Senior, I can't agree to this."

"Why?" Grandma Jiang frowned and said, "Does the young master think Ling'er can't be attracted to her and is not worthy of her?"

"Not that," Ye Fan shook his head and said, "It's really...

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly came from a distance, followed by a swaying mountain, as if the entire fairy island was shaking.

"No, the palace master, a thief broke through the formation and broke in. Many sisters were injured." A maid in white hurriedly broke in, with many blood marks on her body, and she looked very embarrassed.

Grandma Jiang hurriedly said, "No need to delay, please take Ling'er away quickly, and I will resist for a while." As she said that, she was about to get up.

"Senior, come on."

Ye Fan quickly got up, stopped Grandma Jiang, and walked straight out of the hall: "Let me handle the miscellaneous fish outside."

"Why,"

Seeing Ye Fan about to disappear in front of the door, Grandma Jiang stomped her feet and turned to look at Zhao Ling'er and said, "Since that's the case, Ling'er, follow me out to see. If the situation is wrong, you should follow Mr. Ye away quickly."

While talking, the two walked out, and within a short while, they arrived in front of the main hall of Shuiyue Palace.

Outside the hall, more than a dozen sword-holding maids were wearing some scars on their bodies, and opposite them were a group of moon worshipers dressed in Miao people. The leaders were the three Miao people who had met Ye Fan in the inn.

These three Miao people, holding scimitars and with a fierce look on their faces, smiled when they saw Zhao Ling'er coming out. Among them, the man who looked like the leader said: "The princess is indeed hidden here!"

When grandma heard this, she stood with a stick and scolded the three Miao people, "What do you want to do?"

The Miao leader smiled slightly and said, "You Nan Shao traitor, abducted the princess and hid it in this deserted island. The leader has an order to let us take the princess back to Nanzhao! Old lady, if you dare to stop him, be careful we are not polite!"

Grandma Jiang said angrily: "Bah! Who is the real Nan Shao traitor? You rioters, I will kill the other one when you see them!"

"Hmph! Old lady, you are old enough. Are you the opponent of brothers and others?" The Miao leader grinned and said, "Brothers, come on and kill all these thieves who hide the princess, not one of them!"

"Oh, who do I think it is? It turns out that they are a few dogs raised by worshiping the moon. Why, you guys should move me and see!"

A joke sounded. When the Miao leader heard this, he couldn't help but shivered, turned to look at the place where the sound came out, and felt a sigh in his heart.

"Aren't you going to do something? Why don't you stop talking?" Seeing the Miao leader's reaction, Ye Fan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the shadow he caused to these three people last time was quite big.

"Brother, why are you talking nonsense to this kid? Let me do it!"

One of the Moon worshipers saw the Miao leader's appearance, suddenly rushed out and followed Ye Fan.

"Brother Ye, please avoid it!"

Seeing Miao people waving a scimitar, they came to Ye Fan in a blink of an eye. Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but feel anxious and exclaimed.

When the Miao man heard this, he couldn't help but show a hint of grim expression. The scimitar in his hand was a little faster, and he was about to cut Ye Fan into two. The maids around him also showed unbearable expressions, and many people even closed their eyes.

"Puff,"

The sharp blade penetrated into the flesh, but it was not the scene that everyone imagined.

Before closing his eyes, the Miao man still couldn't understand why the knife he had just slashed at the enemy fell on him?

Looking at the unimaginable eyes of everyone in the venue, Ye Fan was in a good mood, looked around and said lightly: "Who else?"

The Miao leader was so surprised that he didn't know what to do, but when he thought of going back in shame, facing the reprimand of the Moon-Worshiping Master, the man plucked up his courage and said, "Your Excellency, we have no intention of being an enemy of you. Please take the princess back for the sake of the Moon-Worshiping Master."

As he spoke, the Miao leader suddenly rushed towards Zhao Ling'er, with a hint of complacent expression on his face, as if he was fantasizing that he and others had taken Zhao Ling'er hostage and Ye Fan was helpless.

At the same time, the other Miao people rushed towards Grandma Jiang and others, all of whom were fierce and evil.

The scene suddenly became panicked. The maids of the Shuiyue Palace had mediocre martial arts and rarely fought with others. They probably didn't know what to do with the long sword in their hands. Among the people, Grandma Jiang had a very good ability. With a light press of the crutch in her hand, a piece of sword edge appeared, and she fought with the Miao leader in her hands.

"Ling'er, run!"

In a hurry, Grandma Jiang shouted at Zhao Ling'er, and the latter woke up like a dream and turned around and wanted to run away.

On the side, several Miao people saw this and put down their opponents in front of them and chased Zhao Ling'er.

At this moment, a clear drink rang out.

"Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

In an instant, the long swords and scimitars in the hands of everyone in the field were controlled by an invisible force, floating into the air one after another. These weapons fell like sharp arrows in the horrifying eyes of a group of Miao people and pierced into their bodies.

Suddenly, blood flowed into the field.
Chapter completed!