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Meng Fan had no idea what he had done to offend these two men.
They actually wanted to put him to death!
To be honest, this was no small grudge.
Meng Fan naturally wouldn't repay their malice with kindness.
In fact, if he had the chance, he would gladly kill Yang Fei and Steward Wang.
With his potential, killing these two was only a matter of time.
But what he was more curious about now was why they wanted to harm him?
After all, he really had no quarrels with them.
"What are you doing here?" Meng Fan looked at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei sneered, "What's with that attitude? My master introduced you to such a good job, shouldn't you be grateful to us?"
"Whether it's a good job or not, you know best! I'm curious, we have no feud, why do you want to harm me?"
Meng Fan glanced at Yang Fei, his eyes clearly angry.
Although coming to the Sword Pavilion was a blessing in disguise for him.
But towards Yang Fei and Steward Wang, Meng Fan had no fondness, only disgust!
"Why? Because you, an ambitious toad, dare to covet the Chosen Beauty Li Xuerou?" Yang Fei's gaze was full of mockery.
Ambitious frog coveting swan meat?
Li Xuerou?
Meng Fan's brows furrowed.
Yang Fei, a Menial Disciple, even with Steward Wang's support, wouldn't have the courage to pursue Li Xuerou.
"Is it Qian Lechi who instructed you to harm me?" Meng Fan asked, frowning.
"Do you think you're worthy of Senior Disciple Qian's personal attention?" Yang Fei said with disdain.
With that said, Meng Fan roughly understood the situation.
Li Xuerou and he were both orphans from Starmoon Village, who had always relied on each other with a close relationship.
Qian Lechi misunderstood his relationship with Li Xuerou, which is why he wanted to harm him.
For Meng Fan, Li Xuerou was like a sister, with no romantic feelings involved.
Unfortunately, he couldn't explain this to Qian Lechi, and even if he did, the other party wouldn't believe it!
Originally, Meng Fan wouldn't care who Sister Xuerou was with.
But now it seemed Qian Lechi had ill intentions and was not worthy of Sister Xuerou.
Moreover, Meng Fan was one to Vow to Avenge; he wouldn't let off those who wanted to harm him!
He wasn't strong enough to deal with Qian Lechi now, but that would change in time.
Having figured out the situation, Meng Fan didn't bother to waste words with Yang Fei.
He coldly said to Yang Fei, "The Sword Pavilion is not a place for a Menial Disciple like you, get lost!"
Yang Fei's face was filled with disdain upon hearing this.
"You trash, getting too big for your boots? If I were you, I'd find a good burial spot and dig a hole in advance!"
Meng Fan couldn't be bothered to argue and spat out a single word.
"Get out!"
Seeing Meng Fan, a trash, being so arrogant, Yang Fei was instantly enraged.
"You're courting death!" Yang Fei, holding a broken sword, slashed at Meng Fan.
Meng Fan had already noticed the broken sword in Yang Fei's hand; he must have come to the Sword Pavilion to Draw Sword.
But as a Menial Disciple, Yang Fei had no right to Draw Sword in the Sword Pavilion, let alone exchange it.
So, he must be running errands for someone else.
A lackey!
Seeing Yang Fei attack him, Meng Fan calmly picked up a long sword from a nearby rack.
"Clang…"
The sound of swords comes.
The sword was drawn.
A flash of sword light bloomed in the hall of the Sword Pavilion.
Extreme Path Sword Drawing Technique!
Meng Fan was putting it into practice on the spot.
The next second, the broken sword flew from Yang Fei's hand.
A line of blood appeared on his neck.
He clutched his neck, his face filled with terror, looking at Meng Fan.
For a moment, he thought he was dead!
The fear of death had never been so clear.
Meng Fan looked at Yang Fei coldly and said calmly, "You should be thankful that this is the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, the Sword Pavilion, otherwise, you'd be a corpse by now!"
Hearing Meng Fan's words, Yang Fei subconsciously pinched his throat and found only a slight cut.
In that instant, he was scared into a cold sweat, filled with fear.
If Meng Fan had put a bit more force, he would have been sealed by One Sword Seals the Throat, utterly dead.
Terrifying!
When had Meng Fan become so fearsome?
To precisely control the sword tip to cut the skin on his neck without hitting a vital spot was even more difficult than killing him!
At this moment, Yang Fei was utterly baffled; Meng Fan was the second-to-last in the Menial Disciple assessment… no, now the very last.
How did he suddenly become so terrifying?
Yang Fei scrambled away, fleeing the Sword Pavilion as if for his life.
Even the broken sword that fell to the ground was left behind.
Meng Fan watched Yang Fei's retreating figure with disdain.
Then he cleaned the long sword in his hand and placed it back on the rack.
Next, he picked up the broken sword that Yang Fei had dropped.
The moment he touched the sword.
[Sword name: Black Flame.]
[Weight: seven jin and eight liang, blade length: two chi and three cun.]
***
Meng Fan frowned; not only was there no Malevolent Aura rushing towards him from this sword, but unlike the previous long swords, there was a special aura that flowed into his body.
"Perhaps because it's a broken sword, already considered destroyed, so it's ineffective."
He placed the Black Flame sword in the recycling room and then took out the sword register.
Soon, he saw the record of this sword in the register.
[On the third day of June, Outer Sect Disciple ranked forty-one, Yang Shi, came to the Sword Pavilion to Draw Sword, choosing the Black Flame sword.]
The Shu Mountain Sword Sect had over a thousand Outer Sect Disciples, and only those ranked in the top fifty were qualified to Draw Sword in the Sword Pavilion as a reward for outstanding disciples.
Inner Sect Disciples could all Draw Sword.
"It looks like this Yang Fei came to exchange swords for Yang Shi."
"Yang Fei, Yang Shi, both surnamed Yang, they must be related."
Meng Fan shook his head, not taking it to heart.
However, with Yang Fei's actions, he had essentially caused trouble for the Outer Sect Disciple Yang Shi.
If a Sword Weapon was damaged, one only needed to submit three Spirit Stones to exchange for a new sword.
But if a Sword Weapon was lost, ten Spirit Stones were needed to Draw a new sword!
The difference of seven Spirit Stones was quite painful for an Outer Sect Disciple.
Hating one because of another, Meng Fan had no good feelings towards Yang Shi and naturally wouldn't return the Black Flame broken sword to him.
As for if Yang Shi came looking for trouble…
Heh, let him come!
After resting, Meng Fan continued to clean the long swords, quickly finishing twenty of them.
***
The last few swords he cleaned had no Malevolent Aura, but each sword had a trace of aura that flowed into Meng Fan's body, which didn't change.
Until sunset, Senior Disciple Luo finally returned leisurely.
He said he went out to buy some things, but he came back empty-handed.
The key point was, he reeked of alcohol!