"What an ungrateful poisonous woman, she is really frantic!!!"
Yang Fan walked out from behind an old tree hugged by several people with a face of indifference. He was a little hesitant to kill them, but at this moment he is no longer entangled. People who are frantic like this shouldn't survive at all. Yu Shi! ! !
"What a kid who knows nothing about life and death!!!" Zhang Xiaohui's face was cold, her eyes were infinitely intent to kill, and suddenly, her delicate body was shocked, and she stared at Yang Fan's left chest somewhat blankly, "You... ... Are you a disciple of the Seven Star Sect?"
The gowns specially issued by the Qixingzong have different colors and even styles, but without exception, they all have one thing in common, that is, under the left shoulder of the gown, there are seven precious silk wovens. The little stars are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. Of course, the disciples are different, and the colors of the stars are also different. Outer disciples like Yang Fan are silvery white.
This is regarded as a practice. The disciples of other sects also have their own marks, so that the people of the world can clearly distinguish their identities. One way, to avoid meeting or not knowing each other, or even making a farce of cannibalism. Secondly, Well, the famous school, the most particular thing is pomp, how can disciples walk in the rivers and lakes, like those rivers and lakes, and be silent! ! !
"You have some eyesight!!!" Yang Fan smiled proudly. For these arena and cultivators, these sect disciples have a natural sense of superiority.
Hearing that, Zhang Xiaohui’s beautiful eyes flashed a deep jealousy. The children of the sect were not easy to provoke. Not to mention their strong background. They are far from being comparable to those of them. Almost everyone has the ability to leapfrog the challenge, the most important thing. What’s more, it’s a small one to draw out the old. With her eight-fold mid-term cultivation base, in this area of hundreds of miles around Hengyang City, she can be regarded as a powerful person, but for the behemoth of the Seven Star Sect, it is even ants. It's not even counted, just sending an inner disciple can teach her how to be a person in minutes! ! !
But soon, the jealousy in the eyes was replaced by infinite murderous intent. The blood spirit grass was of great importance. Once the wind leaked, the 100,000-mile territory of the Tang Dynasty would never have a place for him to hold Zhang Xiaohui! ! !
dead! This kid has to die today anyway! ! !
"I can't provoke a sect child like you, and I don't want to provoke it. If you are to blame, I will blame you for seeing things you shouldn't see, and hearing things you shouldn't listen to. Today, you can't stay here!!! Xiaohui's voice is extremely cold, like Shura from the sea of blood! ! !
"Oh, are you so sure that you can keep me?" Yang Fan glanced at the chapter Xiaohui amusedly. This chapter Xiaohui's cultivation is not bad, and she is a little better than her, but the bloodline is too low, but it is a mere ninth grade. High-class bloodlines, and the arena and meditation, generally have a shallow background, they open the Yang line, and come to the top 100 disciples, I am afraid that they will have the power to fight against it! ! !
"If it's a Venus inner door, the old lady is still afraid of three points. What is the skill of a silver star outer door like you, my old lady kills you like a dog!!!" Zhang Xiaohui smiled and walked towards Yang Fan with disdain in her eyes. At a glance, she was afraid of Yang Fan, just afraid of his identity as a disciple of the Seven-Star Sect, not his strength. The outer gates of the Seven-Star Sect are generally in the middle-level opening state, and this kid is still so young in front of him that he can have the Sixth Heavenly Cultivator. Because it’s the limit. With her cultivation base, it’s not a matter of picking up the 16th Heavenly Warriors. "Boy, remember, the one who killed you was the "Mandarin Duck Sword Zhang Xiaohui". A silly ghost!!!"
"Kill me like a dog? I want to see how you kill me!!!" Yang Fan sneered, instead of retreating.
"Boy! You are looking for death! Whirlwind Eighteen Cut!!!"
"Shoo!", "Shoo!", "Shoo!"...
In an instant, Zhang Xiaohui cut out 18 knives, 18 invisible knives, and whizzed towards Yang Fan! ! !
The air billowed and exploded, and the ground continued to collapse! ! !
"This is your strength, weak! It's really too weak!!!" Yang Fan sneered, with a look of disappointment on his face. He was also an eight-fold heavenly warrior, and even the realm of Xiaohui in this chapter is still above Tang Feiyu, but she always Dao sword strength, strength is not only a mere hundred ding, and Tang Feiyu's sword qi, each surpasses the power of five hundred ding, as for the number, it is more than ten times that of Zhang Xiaohui. The sect disciple came, really weak enough.
"Break it for me!!!"
There was a roar, and the terrifying sound rolled like a tide, and in an instant, the 18 invisible knives were shaken to pieces! ! !
"Wh... what? This... how is this possible! How is it possible! He is only a small disciple, how could he have such power..." Zhang Xiaohui widened. With eyes and horror in her heart, Whirlwind Eighteen Slash is her fame stunt. Eighteen swords are combined to strangle, and she is an ordinary late-stage martial artist of the Eighth Layer. A little carelessness will lead to a dead end, Zongmen Although the disciple is powerful, and his background is far superior to those of them, he shouldn't be so exaggerated. Just a burst of shouts broke her strongest ultimate move! ! !
"If there is no other means, I will send you on the road?" Yang Fan stepped forward, with the charm of cat and mouse on his face! ! !
"You... don't come here..." Zhang Xiaohui took a step back subconsciously, her voice trembling slightly, where there is still the unparalleled life before.
"It seems that there is no other means, then go to hell obediently!!!"
"No... Don't kill me, don't kill me..." At this moment, Zhang Xiaohui was completely panicked. Yang Fan's roar was so shocking that it shocked Zhang Xiaohui. With a trace of resistance, even his strongest killer move, Whirlwind Eighteen Slash, couldn't resist the opponent's roar. If he really started his hand, he would definitely not be his opponent! ! !
Yang Fan remained unmoved, and continued to step forward. Every step he took, she seemed to be stepping in Zhang Xiaohui's heart. The tremendous pressure made her breathless! ! !
"Big... Your lord, I would like to hand the bleeding spirit grass, I would like to hand the bleeding spirit grass..." When Yang Fan approached Zhang Xiaohui three meters away, Zhang Xiaohui could no longer bear the huge Under the pressure, he took out the white jade box containing the blood spirit grass from his arms.
Looking at the white jade box handed over by Zhang Xiaohui, Yang Fan had to feel once again that compared to the children of their sect, these quagmire cultivators are really LOW. In their Seven Star Sect, the seven major peaks are basically the two hundred top disciples. There is a small Qiankun bag, Xiaohui in this chapter is also a master of the Eighteenth Heaven, but he doesn't even have the lowest level of Xiao Qiankun, and I don't know how she has been mixed up for so many years! ! !
Soon, a sigh in his eyes turned into a blazing fire, the blood spirit grass, this is a two-star high-grade spirit grass that even high-ranking martial masters must be tempted, and it will soon become his bag! ! !
The abnormal change rose sharply, Zhang Xiaohui suddenly exploded, and a mandarin duck knife took Yang Fan's heart! ! !
It's too late to say, then soon! ! !
Just when the tip of the knife was three inches away from Yang Fan's heart, a big white hand clasped Zhang Xiaohui's wrist, and squeezed it hard, "Crack!!!" The sound of broken bones and a stern wailing sounded at the same time. The severe pain made Zhang Xiaohui no longer able to hold the mandarin duck knife in his hand.
"Sneak attack? What a good method!!!" With Zhang Xiaohui's wrist clasped, Yang Fan looked cold. This is a poisonous woman who can even sneak attack by the benefactor who raised her, how can Yang Fan have no defense against her! ! !
"My lord, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please, give me another chance... As long as you don't kill me, the concubine can do anything for you..." Chapter Xiaohui begged bitterly, her face was like a pear flower, and she looked so pitiful. I really felt pity for me.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohui's coat shook off, and a pair of white and huge white rabbits jumped out all of a sudden, unspeakable **! ! !
However, what awaited her was Yang Fan's ruthless palm, which directly shattered her Tian Ling Gai. She didn't understand why Yang Fan could be so cruel, so that she could kill such a beautiful beauty, a hairy boy like Yang Fan. , Isn’t it just the time when the blood is strong and can’t stand the sex most
Yang Fan glanced at Zhang Xiaohui contemptuously, wanting to seduce me? It would be too small to underestimate me! If he really wants a woman, with his status in the Seven Star Sect today, he just needs to speak, I don’t know how many teenage disciples are willing to spend a good night with him, why bother to find her such a declining willow, Zhang Xiaohui’s move will only make He feels sick! ! !
Bend down, took the white jade box containing the blood spirit grass from Zhang Xiaohui's hand, opened it, and immediately saw a strong medicinal scent. "The whole body is blood red, the leaves are in the shape of a heart, and the stems seem to have blood surging, not bad. , It is indeed the blood spirit grass, good! Good! Good!" After putting the white jade box into the Xiao Qiankun bag, Yang Fan flees forward as soon as he moves. Zhang Xiaohui and Fang Baiyun can hear clearly, what is that? The Ma family will arrive at any time, so it's better to leave this place of right and wrong early! ! !
Before Yang Fan could go too far, a scream of anger suddenly sounded from behind him, "The little thief repaired away, leaving the blood spirit grass!!!"