Invincible Bloodline

At the top of the Sunset Peak, countless martial artist were shocked. This was a complete mess! Even the strongest ancestor of Seven Stars Sect, the Venerable of Tianshu, was no match for Master Iron Sword. At this moment, there was still someone who dared to jump out. It was as if his head had been kicked by a donkey!    

The next moment. . .    

In all directions, countless martial artist's eyes were looking towards the west side of the grandstand. They wanted to see who this reckless person was!    

. . .    

"Yang. . . Yang Brothers, you. . . You. . . Crazy! Fatty Zhu looked at Yang Fann as if he had seen a ghost in the legends. His small eyes almost burst out of his eye sockets. His heart was beating non-stop, as if it would jump out of his heart at any moment.    

There was no such thing as scaring people! Was he complaining that I didn't die fast enough or something?!    

"Hehe. . . Fatty, relax!!" Yang Fann laughed lightly. His expression was relaxed and there was not a trace of worry.    

The next moment. . .    

Yang Fann stood up and strode towards the arena area in the center of the square. You Nuo and Wu Chengkong hurriedly stood up and followed Yang Fann's footsteps.    

"Fatty brother, just relax. Ten thousand hearts will do. My cousin is here. That's not a problem at all!!! " She turned around and gave a relaxed smile. Luo Jiahui took light steps. She quickly caught up with Yang Fann's footsteps, although she did not know what level Master Iron Sword's cultivation was. But she believed that Master Iron Sword would not be a match for her cousin.    

. . .    

"Who. . . Who is this person?"    

"He looks like a dog, but unfortunately, he doesn't have a brain!!"    

"This kind of person is completely fraudulent. Luckily, he isn't my child. Otherwise, I would have been angered to death by him!!!"    

. . .    

From all directions, the sound of mockery was like a surging river. In Great Tang Dynasty and even Seven Stars Sect, there were only a few people who had truly seen Yang Fann. In addition, in the past three years, Yang Fann's facial expression had changed a lot. There were even fewer people who could recognize Yang Fann in an instant!    

In the eyes of countless martial artist warriors in the surroundings, Yang Fann was a man who didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what was going on, and he just stood there with a blank face.    

Right at this moment. . .    

An exclamation immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Ah! It's Junior Brother Yang Fann. . . "    

It was Qin Hu on the tenth combat ring. As a good friend who had spent a year with Yang Fann, in this world, in terms of familiarity with Yang Fann, other than Yang Yunfeng And His Wife, Qin Hu would definitely be ranked in the top three.    

"It's really. . . It's really Junior Brother Yang Fann!" Manniu, who was still a little uncertain, heard this and finally confirmed that the young figure was the benefactor of his life, Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"What?! Yang. . . Yang Fann? He is the legendary monster of Seven Stars Sect - Yang Fann?"    

" This. . . How is this possible? Didn't he already go to the Holy Ji Academy? Why is he here? "    

. . .    

Countless martial artist were shocked, but most of them had deep doubts in their eyes. In the past ten thousand years, the Holy Ji Academy had held the Battle of Qingyun, but they had never heard of any Cyan Cloud Ranking genius. Even the earliest person who could return in a short three years was only able to return to South Mountain Domain after a hundred years.    

However, very quickly, Han Qianye, Situ Jing and the other familiar faces of Yang Fann erupted into joyous cheers.    

"It's Yang Fann, it really is Yang Fann!"    

"It's Brother Yang Fann, it can't be wrong, it really is Brother Yang Fann!"    

"He's back, Brother Yang Fann is back, Brother Yang Fann is back!"    

. . .    

"This young man. . . Could it be. . . Is he really the legendary monster of the Seven Stars Sect, Yang Fann?" Countless martial artist started to shake in all directions. If one or two people admitted their mistakes, it was impossible for everyone to admit their mistakes.    

. . .    

"No. . . It can't be. Yang Chao. . . Is Yang Brothers really. . . Really my idol, Yang Fann?" Fatty Zhu swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and was dumbfounded. How could such a ridiculous thing happen to me? What the f * ck?!    

. . .    

On the first ring.    

"Yang. . . Yang Fann, he's Yang Fann. . . " Shen Lang, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Black-Clothed Youth, who was slowly walking towards them. His gaze was complicated and curious. There was doubt. . . But there was more envy and resentment. Ever since he reached the Beginning, This was not something he wanted. He, Shen Lang, was the number one monster in the world. He, Yang Fann. . . However, he had only debuted a few years earlier than him. How could he continue to suppress him?    

. . .    

"Ah! Brother Yang Fann is here. We are saved. We are saved!" The disciples of the Seven Stars Sect were filled with hope. Brother Yang Fann was the Most Powerful Monster in the history of the Seven Stars Sect. Even in the Holy Ji Academy, no one could surpass him. He would certainly be able to turn the tide and defeat that troublesome Master Iron Sword.    

Right at this moment. . .    

Above the Void.    

Master Iron Sword, who was wearing a fluttering white robe, turned his gaze to Yang Fann. The corner of his mouth curled up, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "The legendary monster of Seven Stars Sect? The hope of the Sect? Good! Good! Good! I will kill you, and I will eliminate all future troubles!"    

" Not good! This old dog wants to kill Yang Fann! " The facial expression of the Tianshu's Daoist changed dramatically, and his eyes were filled with anxiety. On the contrary, he didn't think highly of Yang Fann. He had a deep understanding of Master Iron Sword's scariness. Just a casual strike was enough to severely injure a Top Martial Lords like him. It was definitely a peerless king level expert, and it could even be considered one of the many king level experts. Although Yang Fann's talent was unparalleled, It was far beyond their imagination, but potential was still potential. Before he turned it into strength, everything was just an illusion.    

In the next moment. . .    

Resolution flashed in the eyes of the Tianshu Daoist, "No, I can't. Even if I have to risk my life, I have to ensure Yang Fann's safety!" From top to bottom of the Seven Stars Sect. . . Anyone, including his old ancestor, can die. However, nothing could happen to Yang Fann. This was the hope and future of the Sect. As long as Yang Fann was here, Seven Stars Sect would surely rise once again. It would only be a matter of time before they could surpass the peak of the Seven Stars Sect!    

"Yang Fann, let's go!" With a shout, the Tianshu's Daoist couldn't care less about his injuries. He forcefully circulated the Vital Spirit and lunged at Master Iron Sword. Even if he had to die, he had to create an opportunity for Yang Fann to escape.    

"Everyone, attack together! Stop him! We can't let him hurt Yang Fann!" Han Qianye also reacted. He hastily called out to the group and followed the Tianshu's Daoist, rushing towards Master Iron Sword.    

"Go! Stop him!"    

"Stop him!"    

. . .    

"Rumble! "Rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

Over a hundred Sect Elder and supreme elders shouted and charged at Master Iron Sword. Despite knowing that they were moths to the flame, they still didn't hesitate and only wanted to buy Yang Fann some time so that Yang Fann could have a chance to escape.    

. . . . . . . .    

"Sect Master, old ancestor, elders. . . " Tears were blinking in Yang Fann's eyes. His heart felt warm. His efforts weren't in vain. Everything was worth it!    

At this moment. . . . . .    

Master Iron Sword raised his eyebrows and a deep disdain flashed across his face, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot! Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will fulfill your wish first!"    

"Die! Immortal Ending Sword!"    

. . .