The figure of the swordsman in black walked slowly. When Ouyang Ye saw him, his whole body trembled unconsciously.

"Fan'er!"

He instantly recognized his disciple and couldn't help but shout.

After hearing Ouyang Ye’s shout, Chen Fan’s tears could not stop surging. He was like a wanderer returning home, full of longing for home.

Ouyang Ye treated him like his own son back then. He hadn't seen him for so long, so the other party still called him that.

He looked at his outstanding disciple and knew that he had gone to Founder School, but he didn't know what kind of achievements the other party had made.

Because this place is indeed too remote, no outsiders will come here at all.

"They are all big monks, why are they crying casually?" Ouyang Ye said with some pamperingness.

He stroked his apprentice's head with his hands, showing an old father-like smile.

The elders next to him laughed when they saw this scene. They all had a certain impression of Chen Fan, after all, the other party's talent back then was very powerful.

After Chen Fan cleaned up his emotions, he stood there embarrassedly.

"How are you practicing? Do you want to compete with me?" After Ouyang Ye reached the realm of the God Lord, no one was his opponent at all, and he was very itchy all day long.

Chen Fan showed a strange expression and said slowly.

"It's better not..."

Ouyang Ye thought Chen Fan was timid and afraid of things, so he immediately said a little angry.

"How can we monks be afraid of taking action? Come over quickly and fight with our teacher in the same battle!"

Ouyang Ye used his spiritual sense to sweep away the cultivation of his disciples, but found that there was no news to be reported.

His brows subconsciously frowned. Could it be that the other party's strength is so low that he can't even wipe out himself?

After a moment, he sighed. No matter what, Chen Fan was also his disciple.

If it really doesn't work, it's okay to let him stay in the sect next.

He controlled his cultivation and did not use much effort at all. He carefully slapped a palm.

He was also worried about hurting his disciples.

After seeing the other party's posture, Chen Fan couldn't hold back his laughter.

If the spiritual power comes to him, he does not make any blockage at all, and the spiritual power will naturally be broken.

"What?"

Ouyang Ye felt a little incredible. Although he held back just now, he would not let his spiritual power break itself.

"Master, it doesn't matter if you attack with all your strength." Chen Fan said confidently.

He is now an old monster in the Nascent Soul realm. He was attacked by a foundation-building guy. If he could still be seriously injured, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and hit him to death.

Ouyang Ye also looked at him skeptically. After seeing the other party so confident, he began to have no scruples.

His whole body trembled violently, and a strong wind blew everywhere, and a large amount of spiritual power came to his hands.

"boom!"

A large column of spiritual light hit out. After seeing this scene, many elders showed a look of horror in their eyes.

"The head of the sect has improved a lot, it's really too strong."
Chapter completed!