89: Beating the True Legacy
Jiang Fan looked over upon hearing the words.
Seeing his attire, he knew he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Peak.
His undisguised hostility made Jiang Fan frown.
Without any courtesy, he said, “Youran, Silin, tell him who I am to you.”
“So he can stop babbling.”
Xu Youran cupped his hands toward the newcomer and said, “Senior Brother Ding, this is my fiancé, Jiang Fan.”
Chen Silin was not as gentle as Xu Youran; she glanced at him coldly and said:
“I am Jiang Fan’s concubine; this is none of Senior Brother Ding’s business, please do not disturb our reunion.”
What?
Ding Wanping found it hard to believe.
Xu Youran, such a beautiful and top-tier Seventh Grade Spirit Root genius, actually had a marriage contract with this worthless guy?
So be it, but Chen Silin, a Sixth Grade Spirit Root with top-tier looks, is his concubine!
Looking at her demeanor, she seemed very content!
Why?
He, the third senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Peak and the third true disciple,
did not have the fortune of possessing two beautiful and talented women.
What is Jiang Fan?
He frowned and said in a deep voice, “Junior sisters, stop fooling around.”
“Being with such a person with no future is irresponsible for your lives.”
“Come back with me quickly, and I will personally teach you our peak’s swordsmanship.”
Saying this, he directly reached out.
Extending both hands, he tried to grab each of their fragrant shoulders.
Jiang Fan’s eyes glinted coldly.
Xu Youran and Chen Silin had already made it clear, yet he still did not give up.
More excessively, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity for physical contact.
He acted decisively.
A palm strike, Shocking Dragon, flew out.
Ding Wanping laughed angrily, “What do you think you are, daring to strike at a true disciple?”
He was waiting for Jiang Fan to strike.
Just to fiercely teach him a lesson in front of the two beauties, letting them see how incompetent their fiancé was.
So, he excitedly took the palm strike.
Dealing with a newcomer, he, as a true disciple, wasn’t that easy?
However.
As soon as they exchanged blows, Ding Wanping felt an extraordinarily domineering palm power.
When he tried to resist with full strength, it was already too late.
He was shaken and sent flying, landing embarrassingly on the ground.
The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded.
Usually, it was the senior disciples bullying the newcomers.
This was the first time a newcomer bullied a senior disciple!
“What a strange sight!”
“Aren’t they saying the Heavenly Sword Peak people are not to be messed with?”
“Is he really a true disciple? How weak!”
Ding Wanping felt humiliated beyond measure!
As a true disciple, he got beaten by a newcomer!
If word spread, would he still have any face?
“Jiang Fan! You’re courting death!” Ding Wanping drew his long sword, making it hum loudly, “Kneel down and apologize!”
“Or else…”
Jiang Fan pushed aside the two women, grasped the hilt of the sword on his back with a cold gaze, “Threatening me, you’re not qualified.”
Enduring normally was right.