My Cold and Beautiful Wife

He taught me something that made my sword intent even purer, but I haven\'t fully understood it yet. "

"Really? Then you have to think about it carefully. Congratulations on becoming a disciple of such a great swordsman!" Ye Fan smiled and said.

Hua Xiaoluo quickly shook his head, "No, no! Prince Consort Ye, don\'t misunderstand me. Although Senior Sword God wanted to take me as his disciple, I said that I wanted to acknowledge you as my master, so … "So I refused."

Ye Fan looked flattered, "This..." This is too embarrassing, isn\'t this delaying your cultivation? "

Hua Xiaoluo giggled and said, "It\'s alright, I think Prince Consort Ye is very powerful too. Furthermore, Senior God of Swords is too high and mighty, I\'m a little afraid …"

Prince Consort Ye is more amiable. If only he could be my teacher. "

Ye Fan crossed his arms in front of his body, smiled and said, "Little girl, because you are so close to me, you want to take me as your Master? No, that won\'t do."

"If you really want to be my disciple, then I will be very strict with myself. If you don\'t practice properly, I will get angry."

Hua Xiaoluo blinked her large eyes, as a look of pleasant surprise appeared on her round face, "Ye... Prince Consort Ye! You mean, you\'re willing to take me in as your disciple?! "

Ye Fan nodded, "Since you are so sincere and have rejected the Sword God, then I will accept you as my senior."

Hua Xiaoluo\'s eyes lit up. She quickly kneeled down and kowtowed to Ye Fan, "Master, above, Hua Xiaoluo greets master!"

Ye Fan looked at the pure and happy girl in front of him, and felt a bit of love in his heart. It seemed that he really was a bit "old".

"Get up..." Ye Fan held the girl up with both of his hands and said, "Master will return to the Imperial City today. Before I leave, I will teach you a set of martial arts. You should practice it well by yourself."

When Hua Xiaoluo heard that Ye Fan was leaving today, she was very reluctant. However, she knew that she could not stop him, so she nodded her head obediently.

"Master, what sword technique do you want to teach me?"

Ye Fan shook his head, "Your current weakness is not in your swordsmanship, but in your body. For the time being, I am unable to fully display your sword intent.

"Teacher will teach you this set of martial arts, you will have a hard time at first, but you must persevere every day. The next time we meet, I want to test it."

Hua Xiaoluo thought for a moment and seriously nodded his head.

Ye Fan, of course, taught Hua Xiaoluo his Mad Dance of the Demons. For a girl who had already reached the 9th level of Soul Formation, this set of actions could be done once or twice, but the third time would be extremely hard.

After learning it, Hua Xiaoluo was so tired that it was hard for him to stand.

At the beginning, Hua Xiaoluo thought that his actions were a little too weird and that he wasn\'t that good. However, after learning it, she realized that it was definitely not a simple martial arts.

Ye Fan then took out a crimson long sword from his Sword God Ring. This sword was not only a high-grade spiritual weapon, but it was also very suitable for girls. It was very beautiful and exquisite.

Although Ye Fan did not lack good swords, he still knew the principle that possession of treasures was a sin. If Hua Xiaoluo took too many good swords, it would only be disadvantageous to her.

"This is a gift for you to take me as your master. I also do not know what this sword\'s name is. After you accept it, you can choose a name for yourself." Ye Fan handed over the flying sword and said.

Hua Xiaoluo took the flying sword excitedly, her large eyes glimmering, but she shook her head and said, "Master... This Superior Grade Spirit Treasure Flying Sword is too valuable! "

"You\'re my eldest disciple, yet you refuse to accept this gift. Wouldn\'t that be embarrassing for me?" Ye Fan frowned.

Hearing that, Hua Xiaoluo took it happily and gratefully, smiling sweetly as he bent over and said, "Thank you, Teacher! Disciple will definitely train hard, train hard in the sword! "Hee hee..."

Ye Fan looked at his little disciple\'s cute appearance, and couldn\'t help but stroke her little head, "Okay, little girl, I will leave now. Don\'t tell anyone that I am taking you in as my disciple."

"Ah?" "Why?" Hua Xiaoluo felt somewhat regretful. She wanted to tell her family that she had become a good teacher.

"You will naturally know in the future. Just listen to me."

At the moment, Ye Fan only hoped that Hua Xiaoluo would be able to train in peace, and having a relationship with him would only bring danger.

After all, Hua Xiaoluo was not her lover. It was not realistic for her to leave home and follow him around, much less necessary.

Ye Fan then gave his phone number to the girl, "If there\'s anything you don\'t understand, you can contact me anytime. Sometimes, without a signal, it would be different."

When Hua Xiaoluo heard that, he immediately nodded his head in joy. She was still distressed over the fact that she had just taken him as her master. Thinking of the fact that she could still contact him on her cell phone, it felt a lot better.

"Little Luo!" Haha! "Child, you\'re finally back! …"

At this moment, the head of the Hua Family came looking for him. It was obvious that he was anxious for her.

Hua Xiaoluo was startled, and was about to tell Ye Fan that his father had come, but how could she hide it? When she turned around, she discovered that Ye Fan had already disappeared!?

Hua Xiaoluo broke out in a cold sweat. This Prince Consort\'s movement technique was simply too terrifying!

Could it be … This was the physical fitness brought about by that set of tiring martial arts!?

Hua Xiaoluo finally understood why Ye Fan had been able to suppress him in the ring with his pure physical strength!

"Good daughter!" Little Luo!? "What\'s wrong, why is dad in a daze?!" the head of the Hua family asked worriedly.

Hua Xiaoluo came back to her senses and smiled at her father. "It\'s nothing, Daddy. Your daughter is thinking about practicing the sword..."

In the air, Ye Fan saw the warm scene of the father and daughter reuniting, and the corner of his mouth raised into a smile.

How could he bear it? Because he had to acknowledge Hua Xiaoluo as his teacher, he would make it so that Hua Xiaoluo would not be able to return home.

It was time to return to the Imperial City after receiving the first disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.

The plan Chu Yunyao had mentioned last time, with the three pieces of Blessed Paradises as the base, could finally be started!

Flying all the way to the Imperial City, Ye Fan kept on dialing Chu Yunyao\'s number, hoping to let her prepare in advance.

But, no matter how many times Ye Fan fought, he couldn\'t contact Chu Yunyao.

Ye Fan\'s heart couldn\'t help but sink, his face was extremely ugly, and he had a bad premonition.

He didn\'t have any way to get others to help him look into Chu Yunyao\'s situation, so he had no choice but to fly at full speed!

By the time they rushed back to the Imperial City, it was already late at night, but Ye Fan couldn\'t care too much about it. He didn\'t even return to the Northern Courtyard and directly went to the Imperial Advisor\'s estate.

As expected, the guards outside the palace had all been changed, to the point where they became a group of strange black-clothed guards.

Ye Fan\'s eyes flashed with a cold light, and he immediately flew into the backyard.

"Who is it?!"

A group of black clothed guards hurriedly surrounded Ye Fan with all kinds of weapons in their hands.

"All of you, step down..."

A familiar figure walked out from Chu Yunyao\'s laboratory. The man was dressed in a black martial arts suit and had a stern expression.

The corner of Ye Fan\'s mouth lifted slightly as he asked indifferently, "Sir Tu, why did you bring the shadow guard to the Imperial Advisor\'s estate in the middle of the night?"

The man before him was the head of the shadow guard, Tu Yue!

Tu Yue looked at Ye Fan with a complicated gaze, "Prince Consort Ye... Shouldn\'t you say those words for me to ask? "