Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

Ye Fan glanced at the people who had gathered around him, feeling a little helpless. He had originally had good intentions and led everyone into this spiritual realm after the formation was broken, but he did not expect that these people would now point their spearheads at him because of the reduction of spiritual energy.

A middle-aged monk in a green robe stood up with anger on his face. He sneered and said, "Ye Fan, how much spiritual energy did you absorb just now? Don't you know it? No wonder the spiritual energy in this spiritual pool suddenly dried up. I'm afraid you sucked it all up by yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the others echoed:

"That's right. I noticed that this kid made quite a fuss just now. Maybe he is the reason why the spirit pond dried up."

"You are monopolizing the spiritual energy resources right under our noses. Isn't that too much of a disregard for us?"

The faces of these people were full of dissatisfaction and anger, and even a hint of hostility. Ye Fan knew that it would be useless to explain further, so he just smiled and said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to blame me? Resources belong to the strong, not the weak. If you don't agree, just give it a try."

Hearing Ye Fan's provocation, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of several monks. The middle-aged monk in green robe took the lead. He waved his hands, released a spiritual power, and suddenly slashed at Ye Fan, roaring with anger: "Since you are so arrogant, then I will teach you what the rules are!"

As soon as he made a move, the others also took action, their spiritual power surged, and instantly surrounded Ye Fan in the center. The scene suddenly became extremely tense, and the air was filled with a strong murderous intent.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body quickly flowed, and he attacked without retreating. He nimbly dodged the attack of the green-robed monk, and at the same time, he clapped his hands, and the spiritual power fluctuations turned into a fierce energy, hitting the opponent's chest. Seeing this, the green-robed monk quickly condensed a defensive shield, but was still knocked back several steps by Ye Fan's power, and his face turned pale instantly.

The others were slightly shocked to see that Ye Fan was so ferocious and could fight against so many people alone without losing. Fear flashed in their eyes, but they were still unwilling to give up and attacked again.

At this time, a young monk with a long sword on his back spoke coldly: "Everyone, it seems that this kid has extraordinary cultivation. We have to work together to have a chance to subdue him!" As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out his long sword, poured spiritual power into it, and the sword body flashed with cold light, and slashed towards Ye Fan fiercely.

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, and he sneered in his heart: "Since you are looking for death, I will not show mercy!"

He suddenly swung his palm and used his powerful spiritual power to block the long sword. Then, he released several captured beast spirits, and the roars of tigers and wolves were deafening. As soon as the beasts appeared, they immediately pounced on the monks and disrupted their formation.

"This kid actually tamed a spirit beast!"

"Oh no, this spirit beast is not easy to deal with!"

Ye Fan sneered at their panic and increased his attack without hesitation. His figure moved like a phantom, and his spiritual power continued to burst out, like a landslide and tsunami, with an overwhelming momentum. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, the green-robed monk flashed a trace of fear on his face, and hurriedly shouted to the others: "Quick! Defeat him together, otherwise we will have no chance!"

But under Ye Fan's fierce attack, these people gradually became powerless. Ye Fan's fighting power and endurance far exceeded their imagination, and the cooperation of the spirit beast made them overwhelmed. As the battle intensified, the green-robed monk could no longer bear it, and was finally hit by Ye Fan's palm. His body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the other people immediately decided to retreat and didn't dare to act rashly. Ye Fan glanced at them coldly and said in a cold voice: "Who else wants to fight? Come on!"

There was silence, and no one dared to answer. The several cultivators who were furious just now lowered their heads, their faces gloomy, and looked at each other. Finally, they reluctantly put away their spiritual power and retreated to the side.

Ye Fan looked at these people coldly and said slowly: "Remember, in this world, only those who are strong are qualified to enjoy resources. You can be dissatisfied, but if you have the ability, just try it. Don't dream of snatching opportunities from others."

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, forcing them to bow their heads and admit the fact that they were defeated. Looking at Ye Fan's cold eyes, these people felt extremely aggrieved, but they had to admit Ye Fan's strength, and they all retreated silently and stopped talking.

Ye Fan turned around, his heart calm. Although this sudden fight made him a little unhappy, he also understood that in this cruel world of cultivation, only strength is the foundation for survival. He knew that in the future, such disputes would only increase, and he must continue to become stronger in order to not fear any enemy.

As the Spirit Pond Secret Realm gradually returned to calm, the spiritual energy gradually became thinner, and the spiritual aura that was originally full of the venue also dissipated. The treasures of the Spirit Pond had been dug up, and it was meaningless to stay here. Everyone began to move towards the exit of the secret realm in an orderly manner, but each had their own thoughts. Some were unwilling to give up, while others had already begun to calculate how to use the increased strength after leaving.

Ye Fan stood a little further away, watching the people leaving, but he was very alert. He knew very well that what was waiting for him outside the secret realm might not be a peaceful life, but danger that could come at any time. The Blood Demon Sect had a complex network of forces, and many monks had already colluded with the Blood Demon Sect. They would not let go of Ye Fan, a hidden danger, easily, especially after he showed such amazing potential. He had become a threat in the eyes of many people, so if he did not leave as soon as possible, he would be hunted down endlessly.

After Ye Fan packed up his luggage and confirmed that all his spiritual weapons and elixirs were with him, he moved towards the exit of the secret realm quietly, trying not to attract other people's attention. He knew that the longer he stayed here, the greater the danger. He had already anticipated the situation outside the secret realm, and he might have set up a trap to trap him as soon as he got out.

"It has to be quick!" Ye Fan secretly warned himself. As long as he left this secret realm, he could use the beast spirits and beast control techniques he had collected before to deal with the enemy. Moreover, he still had many cards that had not been revealed, and he had to find the right opportunity to use these powers.

As the last person walked out of the secret realm, Ye Fan also came to the exit. He quietly walked out of the secret realm, feeling the spiritual energy of the outside world wrapping his body again, and his eyes swept around to observe the movements around him. He did not dare to hesitate, kicked his legs, and quickly flew out from the spot, turning into a stream of light, and ran wildly into the distance without hesitation.

At this moment, Ye Fan seemed to be integrated with the wind. He knew that he could not stop now. If those dissatisfied people in the Lingchi Secret Realm caught up with him, they would never let him go easily. He ran all the way, constantly turning the surrounding environment into his own barrier, sometimes jumping onto the treetops, sometimes shuttling through the dense forest, the whole person was like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage.

However, Ye Fan was also very clear that he could not completely avoid being tracked. After all, most of the cultivators who came this time were core disciples of various sects with extraordinary strength, and there were even some independent cultivators who were good at tracking. If Ye Fan did not speed up, he would most likely be found by the other party. He quickly calculated the route to leave in his mind and deduced all the best escape plans he could think of in his mind.

"Ye Fan, you can't escape!" A roar came from behind, breaking the tranquility of the forest. Ye Fan didn't look back. He recognized that this was a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect. There was ferocity and unwillingness in his voice, but he didn't intend to stop and tangle with him. He increased his speed, and spiritual power continued to flow into his legs. The whole person swept through the forest like lightning.

As he went deeper into the dense forest, the trees around him gradually became sparse, and the terrain became more and more complicated. Ye Fan searched the road ahead with keen eyes, secretly alert for ambushes. The sound of pursuit behind him was getting farther and farther away, but he still did not dare to relax, knowing that any carelessness could put him in danger.

Finally, Ye Fan saw a dense thorn bush on the hillside not far ahead. He quickly jumped into it, restrained his breath, and hid himself deep in the thorns. He took this opportunity to even out his breath and quickly analyze the current situation.

"Although this place is temporarily safe, I cannot stay here for long. I must find a hiding place as soon as possible and wait out the storm." He murmured to himself, and his heart became more and more determined. He knew that he had to get rid of these pursuers before he would have the opportunity to calm down and practice, improve his strength, and completely fight back against the threat of the Blood Demon Sect.

While he was thinking, Ye Fan keenly sensed several strong auras approaching from a distance. The pursuers had obviously realized that he had not completely left, and were still lingering nearby, seemingly unwilling to give up the target they had finally approached.

Ye Fan took a deep breath and made a quick decision. He retreated quietly with the help of thorns, constantly changing his hiding place to avoid exposing his whereabouts. He counted the time in his mind and waited for the pursuers to leave. He knew that patience was the key to survival, and rushing for success would only put himself in greater danger.

Finally, as the night deepened, the auras gradually faded away, and the surrounding forests returned to tranquility. Ye Fan seized the opportunity, quietly stood up from the thorn bush, walked away again, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest. He knew that he had to keep running until he completely got rid of these enemies before he could really get a chance to breathe.