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Yuan Rong heard the voice of a man named Zhao, and turned her head to look at Wang Fan. When she saw that Wang Fanxiu was actually only seven floors of a fairy, she was shocked.

"This younger brother, you leave here quickly, this guy is a beast."

However, her reminder is still a bit late.

"Swoosh!"

Almost in the moment she said, the man with the surname Zhao had already wielded the sword in his hand and slashed towards Wang Fan.

He didn't even have half a word of nonsense, just a sword, which shows the fierceness of this guy.

Wang Fan is furious, is this **** too arrogant?

He didn't say anything, didn't do anything, why should he kill him?

At the moment when the sword of the surnamed man chopped down, he had madly urged the fairy power in his body, and his body surface circumvented the thunder and lightning, and his body flickered, avoiding the past.

With a bang, the sword was split where Wang Fan was, and a long gully was pulled out, and the ground split.

This scene not only made the Dezhao man stunned.

The female practitioner named Yuan Rong was also stunned.

How can it be possible for a seven-floor man in the area to be able to escape Zhao Yuanhua's sword?

Despite the sword just now, Zhao Yuanhua just hacked it out, but it's not that the seven-story monk of the fairy can hide.

You should know that Zhaoyuanhua is not only a monk on the first floor of Dixian, but also a monk on the first floor of Dixian.

Even the second floor of the ordinary fairy is not enough to see in his eyes.

"Ant ant, yes, it was able to escape my mega-sword. Sure enough, it is a bit capable, no wonder dare to hide over there and listen to it."

Zhao Yuanhua turned his head to look at Wang Fan, his eyes were even more sensational, and his body had begun to condense.

Since a sword can't kill Wang Fan, then another sword.

Yuan Rong also recovered, and said angrily, "Zhao Yuanhua, he didn't offend you. Why should you kill him? You are so unreasonable."

With that said, she also looked at Wang Fan, "This younger brother, you go quickly, hurry up!"

Zhao Yuanhua sneered, "Don't make sense? Rongmei, you are still too naive. Have you ever seen anyone in this world make sense?"

"Only the weak will talk about the ridiculous truth, and for our monks, we always talk about fists and means."

"Papa!" Wang Fan slapped and interrupted Zhao Yuanhua's words. "You are right. It's true that only the weak will make sense. The strong will only talk about fists."

He approached the two slowly and looked at Yuan Rong again, "This sister, thank you for reminding me. But you don't have to worry, a brutal scum like him is not worthy of being called a strong man in front of me. Not worthy of killing me. "

"The surnamed scumbag, I have seen a lot of scumbags, but scumbags like you, to be honest, this is really the first time I met today. I really want to thank you and opened my eyes again.

"You know, I never want to step on shit, but I met you today, but I intend to step on it."

Wang Fan's words fell.

Yuan Rong froze.

Zhao Yuanhua also froze.

They are really unimaginable. A seven-story monk, who is so daring to be so provocative, is not only scolding his scumbag, but also metaphorizing shit.

Is this a living impatient?

After a brief silence, Zhao Yuanhua's face was completely gloomy, and he looked coldly at Wang Fan, with a murderous expression on his body,

"Yes, you're very good. You people dare to provoke me, it's really awesome."

"I am trillion yuan, really for many years, I have never met a arrogant monk like you."

"I want to see if your blood is different from other people's, is it redder than others, why do you dare to be so arrogant."

"There's so much nonsense." Wang Fan's sneered lips flicked, and the shadow knife in his hand had already rolled up a slash of swords, and stirred up towards Zhao Yuanhua.

He has just broken through to the seventh floor of the Immortal, and he still doesn't know much about his specific combat effectiveness.

He wanted to see that he could not turn the first floor of the Dixian called Zhaoyuanhua without using a short killing gun.

"You are dead, ants!" Zhao Yuanhua saw a ants in Wang Fan District, and even dared to take the lead, and he smiled angrily.

He is really angry!

This man's immortal ants, the knowledge is too arrogant!

The long sword in his hand also followed the sacrifice, and rolled wildly to Wang Fan.

Mantian Jianmang stirred in the void, colliding with Wang Fan's knifemang in midair.

Rumble!

The deafening and explosive sound of the explosion came wildly, and the ripples of energy were like a random ripple, raging wildly.

Under that terrible storm, everything around was destroyed.

On the ground, several hundreds of long ravines appeared continuously, spreading like a spider web, extremely terrible.

The sharpness of the knife, just in an instant, has torn apart the sky and shadow, sweeping towards Zhao Yuanhua.

At this moment, not only Zhao Yuanhua's complexion changed, but also Yuan Rong's complexion changed completely.

So powerful seven-layer monk, is this really a seven-layer monk?

Seeing that Daomang was about to tear on his body, Zhao Yuanhua waved his left hand and suddenly offered a defensive magic weapon like a golden bell.

The magic weapon exuded a radiant light, and it surged instantly, enveloping him in its entirety.

Boom!

Dao Mang swayed on the golden bell, and the golden bell shook wildly, but it was not torn at all.

"Scum, your turtle shell is really hard. Thanks to you or a monk of the earth immortal, even in the face of my immortal, even a magic weapon of defense should be sacrificed. Do you have to be shameless?

Wang Fan did not continue his hands, but stared at the Zhao Yuanhua hiding under the golden bell, sneering scornfully.

With a knife, he already had a preliminary judgment on his strength.

He didn't know about others, but at least this mega yuan was not enough in his eyes.

Even if he doesn't use a short killing gun, he can easily beheaded, not to mention a short killing gun.

Mega-environment is no threat.

The storm subsided, and the golden bell shroud became smaller, and was caught in the hands by Zhao Yuanhua.

He looked at Wang Fan and asked coldly, "Who are you, and who are you?"

In his view, such a powerful seven-story person must be a child of a large family. This guy appeared here, obviously for him or Yuan Rong.

"Who am I? Who is it?" Wang Fan smiled, "Yeah, of course, is the one who draws a knife to help each other, and likes the hero to save the beauty."

"You scumbag bullies a woman, and you have to turn people into puppets to serve around. The young man can't stand it any longer, so he will come out and save the beauty."

Wang Fan's mouth was unobstructed.

He can see that although Zhao Yuanhua is not a thing, it possesses a strong appetite for Yuan Rong and is very concerned about it.

He just wanted to humiliate this guy intentionally and make this guy angry and angry.

In his view, to deal with this kind of scum and solve it with a knife, it is really too cheap.

"Are you looking for death?" Sure enough, Wang Fan's words fell, Zhao Yuanhua was completely angry.

Yuan Rong couldn't help but blush. She naturally knew that Wang Fan couldn't take a fancy to her.

After all, she had never seen Wang Fan, and with this respect now, how could Wang Fan be seen?

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