My Cold and Beautiful Wife

2097

For experts like the Three Saints of the Immortal Palace, it didn't take long for them to figure out whether a person was qualified to start their own sect or not with just a few moves.

Thus, even if there were some amazing newcomers in history, even if the past Three Sages of the Immortal Palace were no match for them, they would still be able to keep their eyes open until they die.

Those with true strength would stop fighting after a while.

As for those who came to take the exam, even if they had the strength, they wouldn't fail to appreciate the kindness of the underground assassins.

Killing one of the three sages didn't mean that he was the best under the heavens. He would only make the sage realm experts of the Blessed Paradises feel threatened.

For the sake of showing off, he had provoked a calamity that would kill him. Perhaps he might become a thorn in the side for some people, and it was actually not worth it.

After all, the Three Saints of the Immortal Palace were chosen by many experts of the Blessed Land. They had deep roots and deep roots, and they represented the sage realm experts of the Blessed Paradise.

Didn't you kill their spokesperson to go against so many people?

Although the Sage realm experts weren't as conventional as to form cliques, they still didn't like people harming their interests and destabilizing the Blessed Paradises.

After hearing what Phillips had to say, Ye Fan looked very calm, calmly nodding his head, "That's good then. Otherwise, if I accidentally kill you guys, then wouldn't we have wasted this fight?"

"Heh heh... "You don't have to worry about that." Phillips said with a relaxed expression, "Have you decided on who to choose as your opponent?"

Ye Fan shrugged and said, "I want to try them all. How about all three of you come at once?"

"What!?"

"Brat, aren't you being too arrogant!?"

Many of the experts present could no longer hold themselves back, and directly stood up and slapped the table.

The smile disappeared from Phillips's face, and Ji Wen, who had just picked up his zither, frowned.

The other party was stunned. He had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen such a fearless and fearless person!

He had thought that he had met a powerful swordsman, but who would have thought … He met a madman!

"Lord God of Swords... "This joke is too big!" Yao Lao was the first to laugh. Today, this lunatic would undoubtedly die!

Even if they didn't need him to make any secret deals, the Three Saints probably wouldn't want him to stay alive.

At this time, Big Beard was no longer hooking up with Ye Fan. He twitched his mouth and stood to the side with the wine pot in his hand, "Sigh …." "He sure is bold, but his brain isn't that sharp..."

The Beast Saint stroked his mouse pet with one hand and laughed, "Although most of the true experts in this world are conceited, paranoid, eccentric people, and crazy people in the eyes of outsiders …

But to be so conceited … This is truly rare, don't tell me even Overlord level Sword Intent swordsmen have such personality? "

Ye Fan glanced around and asked, "What, you can't do it?"

Zither Saint Ji revealed a handsome smile on his white face, but his eyes were rather cold as he said, "The Three Sages of the Immortal Palace represents the entrance to the immortal palace.

If the three of us were to face you alone, wouldn't we be ridiculed by others?

You can only choose one. If you really don't know who to pick, this one is willing to use a clumsy zither music to learn your Overlord level sword intent …

"Rest assured, this one's strength is only at the end of the Three Saints. I can't compare to the Magic Lord and the Wine Sword Immortal …"

Ye Fan curled his lips, "So it's like that..."

There was a rather regretful look on his face as he heaved a long sigh of relief!

Fortunately, it was a good thing! They really did not accept it!

Ye Fan had only made this kind of arrogant suggestion in order to show that he was very powerful!

He knew that the Three Saints of the Immortal palace wouldn't agree to such a request, considering face.

They were going to fight anyway. If they didn't make it through, even if they made it out alive, they would most likely die.

The Emperor level sword intent would definitely be viewed as a thorn in the eye by some people. If it was not powerful enough, it would definitely be used by others.

Rather than that, he might as well be more arrogant. If he won, wouldn't it make these people think that he truly had the ability to fight three against one?

This way, his own reputation and strength could be spread to the maximum. There wouldn't be anyone who would dare to easily challenge the prestige of the Immortal Sword Sect and himself!

There was no bullsh * t, no bullshit, no bullsh * t!

However, after boasting, Ye Fan had to carefully make a choice...

"Is that so … To me, my strongest opponent will always be myself.

"With this kind of analogy, the one who resembles me the most should be the same swordsman …"

As Ye Fan said this, his gaze fell on a man who hadn't spoken a single word since the beginning.

The man dressed in a long gray robe, meticulously buttoning his shirt, his short black hair neatly combed behind his ears, and holding a book in his hand, had been quietly reading the entire time.

The man had thick eyebrows, starry eyes, a clean beard, and a good appearance. However, compared to Ji Wen, he seemed rather ordinary.

He looked like a refined storyteller, very refined.

When everyone heard Ye Fan's words, they also silently looked over, revealing expressions of interest and expectation.

Ye Fan walked over with large strides, and curiously picked up a green jade wine cup in front of the man, smelling the purplish-red liquid inside.

"This is fruit juice?"

The scholarly man put down the book and slowly stood up. He smiled and said: "The fruits collected from Huo Lin Tian are fresh fruit juice. They taste pretty good. Would you like some?"

Ye Fan said with some curiosity, "Among all the people here, it seems like you're the only one who didn't drink. But you're the only one who does, why is that?"

The Wine Sword Immortal laughed and retorted, "I'm not stopping to drink a cup. I did drink to practice my sword when I was young, but … "I've been sober for hundreds of years, drinking is a mistake. I should advise the king not to drink too much."

"Can't stop?" Ye Fan heard the Wine Sword Immortal's name, and also heard him say "abstain from alcohol" for hundreds of years. He couldn't help but to laugh and say, "Who called out the Wine Sword Immortal? Didn't I have nothing to do with you? "

No one would have thought that the Wine Sword Immortal was someone who didn't drink at all. He even advised people not to drink at all!

"Heh heh... "The title of 'younger generation' is not worth mentioning. If everyone likes to call it that, then I naturally have no objections."

Ye Fan nodded, "Then, can I entrust this matter to Senior Wine Sword Immortal to test me?"

He looked at Phillips and Ji Wen with a troubled expression, "I didn't expect that you would still be chosen even though I've been silent all this time …"

"Haha …" Brother Zhu, since this God of Swords is an emperor level sword artist, he must be exceptionally sensitive towards sword intent.

Even if you sit around without touching a drop of wine, he won't miss you.

If you can't even tell who is the Wine Sword Immortal and who is the drunkard, then his monarch level sword intent must be fake... "

As Ji Wen spoke, he glanced helplessly at the bearded muscular man who was drinking all this time.

Big Beard grinned and said, "You guys really don't say. I really thought he would mistake me for a 'cup bro', haha …"

Cupid Lin shook his head and gestured, "Fine, I haven't sparred with a swordsman in years, please..."