Chapter 840 Old Man

"It should be soon."

Jie Lu came to the side of the Mingxin Sect Master again and handed over a crystal fruit. The fruit was obviously extraordinary and seemed to have an inexplicable power.

"This is the Ningshen Fruit, which is a very energetic fruit that can quickly heal people's injuries."

"Sect Master, you should recover, it's okay."

"Just give it to those injured disciples." Mingxin Sect Master refused: "At my level, even if I use this fruit, it's useless. It's a complete waste."

"Even if I recover a little, it's a little." Hearing this, Jie Lu's heart was tightened. As the oldest elder of Mingxin Sect, he watched the Mingxin Sect Master grow up. At this moment, seeing that the other party was seriously injured and insisted on continuing, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Jie Lu, I'm fine." Mingxin Sect Master spoke, his voice was gentle: "I won't do anything reckless. This fruit is really useless to me."

As he said, as if to verify his guess, Mingxin Sect Master sat cross-legged, and the next moment, visible light gathered.

"Look."

The leader of Mingxin Sect raised his finger, and countless rays of light began to interweave, forming a light cocoon around the leader of Mingxin Sect like knitting a sweater.

It was obvious that these light elements were healing the leader of Mingxin Sect, but his injuries were extremely serious and he was not getting better quickly.

"Alas." Seeing this, Jie Lu no longer insisted, and walked towards the disciples around him with the fruit, took out a container, crushed the Ningshen Fruit, and took out a few precious fruits to mix them together, using it as a medicine to heal the wounds of a disciple.

The battle of Mingxin Sect was extremely tragic, and all the disciples brought with them were killed or injured. If it weren't for their protection, I'm afraid they would have been wiped out.

"Elder, what about those escaped aliens?" There were corpses everywhere, but few disciples of Mingxin Sect wailed, and they were still concerned about the movements of the aliens.

"They..." Jie Lu felt his throat choked by the questions of these disciples. After a while, he managed to force out a smile: "King Ye is still here, he will handle it."

"Can King Ye handle everything?" A disciple questioned, "He is still the lord of Nanchuan. Will he really work hard for the human race like us?"

"This." Jie Lu hesitated, and the leader of Mingxin Sect opened his eyes.

"He will definitely do it."

...

Boom.

With another alien being killed, the army was reorganized again.

"This is the fifth group of aliens we have encountered." Li Pingan came to Ye Fan's side.

"Has the Mingxin Sect been defeated or retreated?"

"It is possible that they have been defeated. If they retreat, they will not retreat. With the leader of Mingxin Sect here, the Mingxin Sect will only fight to the death and will not retreat." Ye Fan responded, looking at a large number of alien corpses not far away, and his heart sank.

With the experience of the first encounter, they all deployed spies and ears on the subsequent journey, and every time they discovered the enemy in advance and prepared in advance.

Although the casualties were small, it also meant that there were more aliens than they thought.

"Should we continue to move forward?" Ye Mou asked: "Our army has experienced battles one after another, and its combat capability is far less than before."

"Keep moving forward." After a slight pause, Ye Fan still gave a positive answer.

"The rest of the journey will be mainly heavy firepower, with the king-level taking the lead to reduce the casualties of the soldiers and preserve the main combat power."

"Okay." Hearing this, Ye Mou nodded and walked away, while Li Pingan was hesitant to speak.

If the king-level took action at this time, if the consumption was too great, when they really arrived at the front line, they would probably be unable to fight again.

"Don't worry." Ye Fan saw Li Pingan's hesitation and casually took out a large pile of various spiritual herbs and fruits.

"I have supplies, enough to restore the consumption of the king-level."

"If that's the case... OK." Li Pingan nodded immediately.

He actually forgot that the Nanchuan army could have such a rapid improvement, and Ye Fan's seemingly inexhaustible treasure house also played a key role.

The resources he used to cultivate Nanchuan's power were unimaginable in other provinces. Ye Fan didn't know how many he had used to make the gold-level bone-molting fruit.

"Keep moving forward." Seeing that Ye Fan did not stop and took out a mountain of spiritual herbs and medicines in a short while, Li Ping'an also had the confidence to command the army to continue to move forward.

"Lord Ye! There are people ahead!"

The army had not advanced far when suddenly, the scouts in front hurriedly arrived.

"Are there any more aliens?" The group immediately became alert. The successive encounters made them almost form a natural reaction.

"No, not an alien." The detective answered hurriedly: "It was an old man, very sloppy, holding a butcher knife."

"Old man? Butcher knife?" Ye Fan frowned a little at the detective's description: "Didn't you ask him?"

"I asked." The detective answered, and then showed a somewhat horrified expression: "There seemed to be a lot of blades around that man. As long as you get close to him, you will be cut into countless pieces on the spot."

"Several of our people have died, and guns are useless to him. We can't stop him at all."

"There is such a thing." Hearing this, Ye Fan was shocked, "This direction is the direction of the Mingxin Sect guarding the secret realm."

The peerless strong man mentioned by the Forbidden Martial Tower, has taken action?

"Take me there." Ye Fan took a step, and Ye Mou and others followed him.

Click, click.

Soon, at the end of the road, the figure of an old man appeared.

He looked basically the same as the detective's description, very sloppy.

"Domain." From a distance, Ye Fan noticed the difference in the space around the old man, raised his hand, and stopped the people behind him.

"Little kid, don't block my way." The old man didn't look at Ye Fan at all, but just walked on his own.

Snap, snap.

The old man was approaching, and as he approached, the terrifying sharpness came towards him, followed by a strong sense of cutting.

The cutting feeling was very real, and at the same time, it was very strong, as if as long as he touched it, he would be cut into countless pieces immediately.

"Get out of the way." Ye Fan did not face his sharpness, but retreated to the other side of the road.

Others also retreated and made way for the old man.

Finally, the old man came close, and Ye Fan's attention was no longer on the old man's hunched and sloppy appearance. His eyes were focused on the butcher knife on the old man's waist.

"Evil weapon." Having used the giant heavy sword and the blood sword, Ye Fan was very sensitive to evil weapons.

"Your sword... is good." At the same time, the old man seemed to notice the blood sword on Ye Fan's waist, and his eyes covered by his hair glowed.

"Can you give it to me?"

"This is my weapon, I'm afraid I can't give it away easily." Ye Fan replied, "But I can still find such a weapon. If you like it, I can help you find another one."

"I like your sword, you change it for me, you kid." The old man was naturally dissatisfied with Ye Fan's answer, and continued to move forward.

Seeing that the old man didn't stop, Ye Fan had a question in his heart, and said to the old man's back: "Senior, did you take the mission of the Forbidden Martial Building?"

"Yeah." The old man seemed to expect Ye Fan to guess his identity, and he hummed casually, and then replied:

"I have already been buried, you don't have to think about me."

"I took your mission not to help you, but I just happened to be bored today and happened to encounter the same boring mission."

"That's all."