Then, Song De and Shangguan Qingyu flirted and scolded quietly for a while, and then walked up to Su Fan step by step, glanced at Su Fan casually, hooked his hand with his head held high, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Waste, in order to show my respect for you, I will let you make a move first and use all your strength, otherwise when it will be my turn to make a move, you will have no chance at all!"

"Really?" Su Fan glanced at him lightly, and a hint of banter appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, I'll make a move to let you see and understand!"

After that, Su Fan casually punched and went straight to Song De's chest, this punch he basically didn't use all his strength, and it looked soft.

"Haha, why don't you exert all your strength, do you know that you are not my opponent, and give up on yourself? I tell you, it's late! Even if you kneel down and lick my shoes and beg me today, it's useless!"

Song De saw Su Fan make a loose fist, and mistakenly thought that Su Fan was really afraid, so he straightened his waist and laughed at him loudly!

Bang!

The soft fist accurately hit Song De's defenseless chest, making a dull loud noise.

Click!

"What...... Poof!"

Song De's laughter stopped abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his chest all the way up, and the ribs on his chest were broken three or four in an instant, and he himself was bowed into a shrimp by Su Fan!

"Brother De!"

Shangguan Qingyu, who was sitting quietly on the grass waiting for Song De's triumphant return, was taken aback, and the man she valued most in her eyes was actually vomited blood by Su Fan's fluttering punch.

How is this possible? Isn't Su Fan a fourth-level soul waste? This is what Song De said himself, but how can he explain the scene that happened in front of him?

Shangguan Qingyu looked at Song De who vomited blood stupidly, she felt that this world was too crazy, and a genius could actually vomit blood by waste!

"Master Song, how is it, are you still satisfied with my punch?"

Su Fan withdrew his fist, clapped his hands, and said in a mocking tone.

"You...... Poof!"

Song Deqiang endured the pain, his face was pale and he clutched his chest and wanted to speak, but a large mouthful of blood spit out.

Then I heard a pop, and Uncle Song De, who was still majestic just now, fell sideways......

Su Fan glanced at Song De, who was constantly vomiting blood, and looked a little helpless, so he directly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground, and said sharply: "The surname Song, let me ask you, where are the more than 1,000 people nearby?"

At this time, Song De had already vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and his mouth was full of plasma, only to see him smile hatefully in a trance: "What qualifications do you have to question Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu won't tell you......! Su Fan, don't be complacent, Lao Tzu will take revenge sooner or later!"

"Don't say it?"

Su Fan's expression was cold, he didn't expect this Song De to still have a little backbone.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kill you!"

Su Fan squinted and put the Heavenly Punishment Sword on Song De's neck!

Song De only felt a chill on his neck, and saw a sharp sword blade appear in front of him.

He felt a thrill in his heart, looked at Su Fan with murderous intent, and then remembered that he had almost lost the ability to resist now, if he angered Su Fan, his life would probably be lost!

His eyes rolled, and a clever plan came to him.

Then I saw Song De said in a panic: "Su ...... Fan, Su Fan, we have something to say...... It's easy to discuss, but it's not good to use knives and guns, don't you say?"

"Hmph, then you can tell me what's going on with the more than 1,000 people nearby!"

Seeing that Song De seemed to have compromised, Su Fan's face softened slightly, and he said slowly.

In fact, he had already paid attention in his heart, and when he got the information, he killed this garbage with a sword!

Song De said weakly: "Su Fan, I ...... now Lack of energy...... Speak, you can hear more clearly if you get closer!"

"Hmph, you won't play any tricks, right?" Su Fan said with a suspicious face when he heard this.

"I'm even standing up now...... I don't have the strength, what can I do with you...... Like, don't you believe it...... Forget it!" Song De laughed miserably and continued to speak weakly.

In fact, he was very nervous at the moment, for fear that Su Fan would not be tricked.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't make it!" Su Fan sneered.

He is extremely confident in his own strength, and with Song De's current state, he really does not pose any threat to him.

Then Su Fan dragged Song De closer to him, and said impatiently: "It's okay now, you say!"

"I'll tell you...... You give me death!"

Halfway through Song De's words, he changed his immortal appearance just now, his spirit lifted slightly, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and his right hand took out a paper bag from his arms and smashed it into Su Fan's face with all his strength!

Syllable!

The paper bag quickly dispersed when it hit Su Fan's face, and a pile of gray-green powder was sprayed out from it, and he sucked in a little without noticing it for a while!

Su Fan's face changed, and he hurriedly covered his nose and took a few steps backwards one after another, and at this time, a feeling of paralysis quickly rushed into all corners of his body, he only felt that his upper and lower limbs were weak, and his whole body was very heavy as if it had been filled with lead!

"What is this?" asked Su Fan with a cold face, holding his body.

He never expected that because of his carelessness, he underestimated Song De, and he actually fell into the other party's secret hand.

Fortunately, his strength is far from being very human, and it will not be a big deal for a while......

"Ma Tisan, although it is only a human-level low-grade potion, but I think it is enough to deal with you!"

Because Su Fan couldn't move, Song De also fell to the ground, and at this moment he was halfway to answer Su Fan's question proudly.

"Despicable villain, I will kill you!" Su Fan said in a cold tone, his starry eyes full of killing intent.

"Kill me, waste, if I'm not mistaken, you can't move your whole body now!hehehe......" Song De said with a hideous smile, and then he said to Shangguan Qingyu, who was sitting next to him: "Qingyu, go and kill him for me, don't worry, he is in numbness, if there is no antidote pill, he can't move for three hours!"

"Detoxification Pill?"

A flash of light flashed in Su Fan's eyes, there were just ten detoxification pills in his system space, or the reward given by the third-level gift package of the soul master, he thought it had been useless, so he put it away!

However, the power of the system will only automatically heal one's own injuries, and I don't know if it can be detoxified.

At this moment, something unexpected happened to Su Fan, only to see the black light representing Wu Ling'er in the system space flickered, and an antidote pill instantly decomposed, turning into a stream of medicinal power and injecting it into his body.

"Thank you, Ling'er!" Su Fan thanked with joy in his heart.

Airplanes!

There was a slight humming sound in the black light, as if in response to him.

As the medicinal power of the Detoxification Pill continued to spread, the paralyzing sensation in Su Fan's body was gradually subsiding, and soon his paralyzed nerves were conscious.