A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter 1364-1366

 Chapter 1364

"But, Tang Yun, don't think that you can force me to retreat and give up by relying on this."

        "I'm telling you, unless I die here today, then Truman Mountain, I'll still go!"

        "A thousand days of honor and shame, ten years of enmity. I, Chu Tianfan, will make sure that the Chu family will repay a hundred times what they owed me and my mother back then."

        "No one can stop me."

        "If one person stops me, I'll kill one person."

        "If ten people stop me, I will kill ten people."

        "If the world stops me, I will kill everyone in the world."

        "Even if your Chu Sect stops me, I, Chu Tianfan, will not fail to kill."

        The deep voice and resounding words were like gold and stone falling to the ground, echoing in this world.

        "And, if the way is different, you don't have to plan for it!"

        "These things, give them back to you."

        When the words fell, Ye Fan immediately pulled off the Blue Spirit Jade from his bosom, and then ruthlessly threw it towards Tang Yun's direction.

        Along with it, there was also a sword manual that Tang Yun had left for her.

        "Tang Yun, it's over."

        "See you again in the future, I, Chu Tianfan, will never show the slightest mercy."

        After saying that, Ye Fan immediately turned around, dragged his bloodied body, staggered, and slowly departed towards the distance.

        But at this moment, Tang Yun was startled.

        He looked at the young man's lost back and the dusty warm jade under his feet, and for some reason, Tang Yun felt a needle-like pain in his heart.

        It was as if there was a place in her heart that quietly cracked open and flowed out sour water.

        Tang Yun had a feeling of suffocating pain.

        Her delicate body shook, and her pretty face was pale and colorless.

        At that moment, it was as if she had aged several dozen years.

        In the past, the majesty and coldness of the pretty face, but at the moment is written full of haggard and desolate.

        The winds were bitterly cold, causing ripples in the lake water and Tang Yun's blue silk to become like snow.

        Before this, Tang Yun had decided to cut off all ties with Ye Fan, and not to miss him or see him again.

        However, when this moment actually came, she had the urge to cry.

        The feeling was as if a very important thing in her life had left him.

        Tang Yun didn't know why she had such emotions. Why do you feel this way?

        Obviously, she and Ye Fan had only met for two years and gotten along with each other for only a month or so.

        Compared to her long years of cultivation, this little time is so insignificant.

        But why, when Ye Fan turned around and left, she was so heartbroken.

        For a time, Tang Yun's heart was in turmoil, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

        During this period, she wanted to open her mouth countless times to call out to Ye Fan, to apologize to him, to heal him, but every time, the words did not come out.

        After all, she is the master of the Chu Gate, and everything she has today is the result of the Chu Gate.

        She couldn't possibly betray her principles and do something detrimental to the sect's interests again because of Ye Fan.

        "Gate Master, he's escaping~"

        "You can't let him go."

        "Quick, kill him~"

        At this time, however, Chu Qitian's anxious urging voice was again heard in his ears.

        "Shut up!"

        "Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

        "I have always acted openly and honestly."

        "Even if I kill someone, I will fight righteously!"

        "And you, however, have done this scandalous thing of sneaking up on people while they are in danger."

        "The majesty of the clan has been disgraced by you!"

        Tang Yun said in a cold voice, her words were cold and eerie.

        After saying that, Tang Yun did not even wait for Chu Qitian and the others to reply, she turned around and walked away.

        "When he recovers from his injuries, I will kill him if he offends Chu Gate again."

        The cold and clear voice came quietly from the depths of the Heavenly River.

        When Chu Qitian and the others looked up again, the graceful silhouette had already disappeared from sight.

        "Shit!"

        "Shit~"

        "Let the bastard get away again."

        After Tang Yun had gone far away, an angry curse came from Chu Qitian here.

        "Hey, teacher is just too arrogant."

        "Whatever means he uses, it's good that he killed this kid."

        "Had to let the tiger go."

        "Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?"

        In addition to his anger, Chu Qitian was complaining again.

        He complained that his teacher was too rigid and too facetious.

        But, was she really being facetious and that's why she didn't chase after Ye Fan?

        The real reason, I guess only Tang Yun herself knows.

        "Young Master Chu, that bastard is seriously injured, he won't be able to get far, should we chase after him and kill him while he's sick~"

        At this time, a scarred black-clothed protector staggered and walked over.

        This one was the only one left of the five protectors who had just attacked Ye Fan and still had some fighting power left.

        The other four were either dead or disabled, and even if they were alive, they were probably still hanging on by a thread.

        After hearing the man's words, Chu Qitian nodded, "Good, I order you to immediately go and hunt down that country boy."

        "Be sure not to let him go."

        "Me... Myself?" This Chu Men strong man was obviously also scared by Chu Yun, now Chu Qitian let him alone to go after Ye Fan, but he simply did not dare to go ah.

        "Or else what?"

        "The only one who can move here is me, except for you, do you want me to personally follow you to hunt him down?"

        Chu Qitian glared at him and shouted in a cold voice.

        He wouldn't go anyway.

        Chu Qitian has experienced Ye Fan's skills too many times.

        Although, it is reasonable to say that the current Ye Fan, who is seriously injured, is already at the end of his strength, killing him should not waste too much energy.

        However, Chu Qitian was afraid that Ye Fan still had some cards to play, or rather, had some strength left.

        The impromptu counterattack of a title holder must be extremely terrifying.

        Therefore, Chu Qitian naturally could not take the risk himself, and had to order the Zongshi strong man in front of him to go forward alone.

        When the old man heard this, the corners of his eyes drew fiercely.

        He suddenly wanted to smack himself with his ears!

        Why did you just talk so cheaply?

        What are you talking about.

        Now it's time to dig a hole and bury himself.

        Thinking of this, this Chu Men strong man was filled with bitterness.

        However, he was not a fool.

        Chu Qitian was afraid of Ye Fan's temporary backlash, so he didn't want to go to his death, and this black-clothed protector naturally didn't want to go to his death either.

        So, he deliberately tugged on his injuries, and for a time, his body's qi and blood rolled over, he coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

        After vomiting, his body staggered a bit and almost fell down.

        Then, with a trembling voice, he said to Chu Qitian, "Young... Young Master, I'm seriously injured, and now I can't even move, I'm afraid, it's hard to... I'm afraid that I'll be unable to...

        Afterwards, the old man fell to the ground and fainted.

        I just don't know if he was really unconscious, or if he had fainted.

        "Shit!"

        "Rubbish!"

        "One by one, none of them can be counted on~"

        When Chu Qitian saw this, he was so furious that he was close to being angry and cursed angrily.

Chapter 1365

Amazon Rainforest, outlying areas.

        There were several tents standing near the river.

        In front of these tents, a sign was erected, which read, "Half Immortal Tavern" in four big words.

        In front of the sign, there was an old man, a young man and a young woman taking a nap, waiting for customers to take the bait.

        "Grandpa, you're crazy, aren't you?"

        "You open a tavern in the middle of nowhere, and only ghosts will come to drink, right?"

        "I'm afraid you're going to lose all of our savings this time!"

        The speaker was a little girl with two cute goatee braids, who was now forking her waist and complaining angrily to his grandfather.

        The old man, however, was lying in a hammock with his pipe in his mouth, looking like he was enjoying himself.

        "Nono, don't worry, okay?"

        "When I say there are customers, there must be customers."

        "Don't you think about it, in all these years, your grandfather has never made a loss-making deal."

        "Believe me, this time, our grandfather and I will definitely make a lot of money."

        "I've made some inquiries. In the rainforest, there are many people who have gone in around these days. ,"

        "And every one of them, they are not bad masters."

        "At this time, they should have finished their treasure hunt and headed back out."

        "And this is the only way for them to go."

        "Think about it, after several days of trekking, and in the middle of this deep forest, those people must be physically and mentally exhausted."

        "When they pass by here and smell the enticing aroma of wine, how can they still sit still?"

        "Wouldn't they all have to come in and have a drink?"

        "One can rest and recuperate, and the other can have a full mouth, so why not?"

        The old man said proudly, spouting clouds and fog, and the smoke smoked the little girl beside him, coughing.

        However, while the two were talking, a few people came out of the dense forest in front of them.

        "Huh?"

        "There's even a tavern here?"

        "Interesting, interesting."

        "Setting up a stall here to sell wine, this shopkeeper also has good business sense."

        "Let's go, brothers, I'll buy you all a drink. After working so hard in this deep forest, it's time to relax and take a break."

        Just as the old man expected, these men licking blood on the tip of the knife could not resist the temptation of wine after all, and after seeing the tavern, they came in one after another to drink.

        For a while, the old man's business was extremely hot, and for several days, the tent was full, with martial artists from various countries coming and going in search of treasure.

        "Haha~"

        "Granddaughter, how's it going?"

        "Make a fortune, right?"

        "Hahaha~"

        The company's main business is to sell its products to the public.

        The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

        

        It's just that, after all, there's no way to get around the name on everyone's lips, and that's Ye Fan.

        "This Yan Xia is really something."

        "Before that, it was said that there was a Chu Tianfan, who was also a young title master."

        "Unfortunately, later, he died in the Japanese bombardment."

        "Now, it's only been half a year and another Ye Fan has emerged."

        "With the Incendiary King Burning Heaven, they both fought to a standstill!"

        "This strength, the absolute power of the title, ah."

        "Yan Xia is worthy of being the place of origin of the martial dao, the people are outstanding and the place is full of geniuses, ah, it is truly the place of martial luck."

        Speaking of this Ye Fan, many people were incessantly lamenting and tsking in admiration, not mincing their words of praise at all.

        "Hmph, what a shitty place of qi luck, I think it's a place of bad luck." At this time, a cold voice quietly emerged from the crowd.

        If Kong Ming and the others were here, they would have recognized the speaker as the person from the Martial Dao of the Indian Country who was almost killed by Ye Fan.

        The one leading the group was Reno.

        "Hmm?"

        "What do you mean by that?" The crowd was confused and looked in Reno's direction.

        Reno sipped his wine and grinned, "Isn't it obvious?"

        "Which one of those martial geniuses from Yanxia had a good end?"

        "The previous Chu Tianfan was buried in a sea of fire."

        "And the current Ye Fan, who was severely injured by my Indian Country Heavenly King, is bound to die even if he is rescued in the end."

        "No matter how good his talent is, what can he do, he will still die early?"

        "So ah, that Yan Xia land is the place where bad luck haunts you."

        "I advise you to also stay away from the people of the Yan Xia Martial Dao, lest bad luck befall you."

        Reno said with ridicule.

        The two martial dao had already accumulated deep grudges, and now Ye Fan had killed so many people from their Indian Martial Dao, which undoubtedly made Reno resent the Yan Xia Martial Dao even more.

        Now that he heard the crowd bragging about Yanxia Martial Dao, Reno was naturally dissatisfied and interjected.

        As the crowd listened, they nodded their heads.

        "That's right."

        "These past few years, Yan Xia's geniuses, really all of them didn't end well."

        "Not to mention the ones in recent years, just thirty years ago, the Yan Xia Martial Hall Master's Sword Saint's personal disciple was also astonishingly talented and was considered to be the one who truly inherited the Sword Saint's mantle."

        "But as a result, he also died prematurely, at the hands of others."

        "It's simply a curse."

        "I see that this time, Ye Fan, also has a lot of bad luck."

        .....

        "Hey~"

        "That's not necessarily so."

        "This time, this young man is very strange and stubborn, and the King of the Indians was unable to kill him even after torturing him like that."

        "Maybe, he really might break the curse and survive this calamity?"

        The people were talking and talking and talking.

        Hearing this, Reno even laughed.

        "Don't dream about it."

        "That Ye Fan, first suffered a sword from the Persian King, injuring his internal organs and lungs, and then he was hit by a thunderbolt from our Indian Heavenly King, which can be described as adding insult to injury."

        "After that, our Heavenly King then successively inflicted severe injuries on Ye Fan."

        "This kind of injury, I think that even if the immortal came down to earth, there is no way to return to heaven."

        "Even if that guy, who is really blessed and survived, I'm afraid he'll be a cripple in the future, so it would be better to die?"

        "This kind of person is no longer enough to be feared."

        "Let's not discuss an invalid anymore."

        "Instead of wasting time on this jerk, why don't you all guess what the treasure in that cave is."

        "Why, in fact, has it caused several great seals to appear, all together?"

        Reynolds seemed to be reluctant to hear such a name as Ye Fan again, so he changed the subject after a speech.

        Soon, the crowd was attracted by this topic as well.

        After all, these people came to America for the treasures.

        However, this was the first time in many years that such a scene of several great titles gathering in the depths of the rainforest had occurred.

        If you think about it, it was really bizarre.

        However, while the crowd was discussing, there was a thin figure in the dense forest ahead, dragging a bloody body, slowly walking towards the front with staggering steps.

        The man's body was covered with blood.

        His face was cold, his eyebrows and eyes were furious, and all over his body, he exuded a terrifying momentum.

        Wherever he passed, coldness raged and fury swept the four directions.


Chapter 1366

"Grandpa, what's wrong, why do I suddenly feel so cold."

        At that moment, the little girl who was counting the money seemed to have sensed the plummeting temperature, and asked in confusion.

        Of course, not only the little girl, but also the group of martial artists drinking in the tent, naturally noticed it.

        "Eh?"

        "What's going on?"

        "How strong is the fury?"

        Many people have changed color, frowning and saying.

        But Lei Luo was not red in the face and not jumpy in the heart, still calm as usual, while drinking wine, and also whispered disdainfully.

        "A bunch of wimps, it's just a gust of wind, isn't it?"

        "Look at one scared like that."

        "Acting like you've never seen the world, experiencing a battle of the title clansmen? It's been several days, and you're still fucking fussing like a frightened bird."

        Lei Luo laughed coldly, looking at the surrounding crowds with ridicule and disdain.

        However, who would have thought that as soon as Lei Luo's words fell, a thin figure full of coldness would appear in the crowd's sight like this.

        I saw the young man, expressionless, dragging his bloodied body, walking slowly.

        Perhaps because he was seriously injured, his steps were all staggering like that.

        However, even so, it still couldn't conceal the monstrous coldness that swept out from the young man's body.

        "This... This is..."

        "Ye... Ye Fan, that Yan Xia boy?"

        However, the moment they saw the boy's voice, the crowd trembled.

        One by one, their pupils shrank, and in their eyes and brows, they were terrified.

        They all shouted out.

        "Ye Fan?"

        "Nonsense, right?"

        "That punk kid is already dead."

        "I see that you people are really scared out of your wits by that Yan Xia little boy."

        "One by one, it's like the wind is blowing and the grass is greener."

        Hearing the surrounding crowd call out Ye Fan's name, Lei Luo sneered even more.

        In between the words, he even poured himself a jug of wine and drank it.

        "Da... Big brother, you... You look back, really... It really seems to be... It's that kid."

        At this time, Lei Luo's companion, however, trembled and poked Lei Luo so that he could see for himself.

        Raylo, because of his seat, was backed up against the door, so he couldn't see the scene outside.

        "Look, look at the peat look!"

        "Unless it's a ghost, look it can't be him."

        As Lei Luo cursed, he also looked back.

        However, it didn't matter if he didn't look, this look, Lei Luo's entire body was directly silly.

        The old face was white, and a pair of eyeballs were close to staring out, like looking at a ghost, looking at the skinny young man who was covered with blood and slowly walking by outside.

        "This... This... This..."

        "This... How the fuck is this possible?"

        "Why isn't this asshole dead yet?"

        "No way, absolutely no way!"

        "My Indian Heavenly King paid a great price and severely injured him. How could he have survived with that kind of injury?"

        "This... This is a fucking ghost!"

        Leroy had almost peed himself, looking at the teenager outside like a ghost.

        In fear, he didn't even sit still, and the chair and the person directly overturned.

        He had never dreamed that Ye Fan was still alive.

        "Da... Big brother, what... What to do?"

        "This time we followed the Indian Heavenly King to surround and kill him, when he returns and slows down, I'm afraid he will kill him in the Indian Kingdom and seek revenge on us ah."

        "The Indian Heavenly King is strong, he's a Heavenly Ranker, and has many friends of the Sealed Masters, he may not be afraid of Ye Fan."

        "But we, facing this... This Ye Fan, that's certain death."

        "To... Or, let's just run, don't... Don't go back to China."

        "Find a deep forest, hide away incognito, and wait for a few years, when the wind comes, then ... And then come back."

        In the ears, came the frightened voice of the strong man of the Indian country.

        Perhaps because he was too scared, this person's speech was trembling.

        After all, they had seen Ye Fan's strength and ruthlessness.

        Previously, during the snatching of the Yuan Spirit Fruit, Ye Fan killed several of their brothers with one slap.

        Later, on the island, Ye Fan was not afraid to face the Indian Heavenly Kings, and at his peak, he even fought with them.

        It can be said that they were completely in fear of being deeply dominated by Ye Fan.

        Originally, they thought that Ye Fan was so badly wounded that he would not survive.

        That's why Lei Luo and the others were relaxing and drinking wine here.

        But now, Ye Fan is not dead, their nightmare, undoubtedly, has returned.

        Lei Luo and the others, how could they not panic, how could they not be afraid.

        "Calm down, all of you, show me calm."

        "Don't panic, the sky hasn't fallen yet?"

        After all, Lei Luo is also a person who has gone through storms, and even the appearance of Ye Fan took him extremely by surprise.

        But soon, Lei Luo also calmed down and began to think of a countermeasure.

        "There."

        "I have a solution."

        After a brief pondering, Lei Luo quickly thought of a countermeasure.

        "Big brother, what's the solution?" The man next to me asked anxiously.

        "What else can I do, just do it!"

        What?

        "Brother, are you crazy?"

        "This Ye Fan, but he has the power of a title clan master!"

        "Even if he's injured now, but a sealed clan master fighting to the death is not something that we can bear."

        Hearing Lei Luo's words, the companion beside him was so frightened that his old face went white and he shivered all over.

        It only felt that this idea of Lei Luo was simply a death sentence.

        "You guys hear me out."

        "I know that it's hard for us alone to send this Ye Fan away, I'm afraid."

        "But, don't forget, here, there are nearly a hundred strong people from various countries?"

        "What if so many of us work together?"

        Lei Luo said coldly, but a wisp of wisdom and cunning appeared on the corner of his mouth between his words.

        Lei Luo's words made his other two companions, their eyebrows also lit up.

        "Feasible!"

        "It's just that big brother, we have a grudge against Yan Xia, but the martial arts of other countries, we don't have a grudge."

        "How can we convince them to help us together?" But soon, new questions were put before them.

        But Lei Luo smiled lightly.

        "Don't worry, I have my own solutions."

        "In a moment, you guys just have to cooperate with me."

        After saying that, Lei Luo immediately got up, and his flooded voice then rang out in this temporary tavern.

        "Everyone, you have all received your orders and come here to take the treasure, right?"

        "Everyone, you are fighting for the interests of your country, for the martial dao of your country."

        "Now that everyone has returned empty-handed, it must be hard to go back, right?"

        "Now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of us, I don't know if you guys, dare to grasp it?"

        Lei Luo faced the crowd and said in a deep voice. In his words, there was encouragement and encouragement.

        "Well?"

        "Leroy, do you want to do something to Ye... Ye Fan?"

        The crowd was stunned at the news, but a few of them, seemingly guessing something, lost their voices and asked.

        Lei Luo nodded his head heavily: "Exactly!"