Zhong Yue gritted his teeth, knowing that today he could only advance and retreat with Fang Chen, and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, my head master did kill the master of Tongjiao Island with one sword!"

The air became silent for a moment.

A series of looks of shock, fear, and shock intertwined on Fang Chen.

The rest of the people were fine, but the peasant woman and others who had met Fang Chen before were not only shocked but also filled with confusion.

Could it be that at that time... the other party already had such a means of communicating with the gods?

At this moment, they thought of the Taoist who could suppress them and prevent them from raising their heads with just his breath.

"It turns out that his inheritance... is the inheritance of sword cultivation..."

"Has he killed... the late stage of foundation building?"

Yu Yuefan stared at Fang Chen blankly, and suddenly laughed wildly: "You killed the master of Tongjiao Island!? Do you know that Master Hailong, the ancestor of Hailong Sect, is also in our Tiannan Sect today!?"

After he reminded everyone, they immediately remembered this incident, and their expressions changed again and again.
Chapter completed!