"How's it going?

"We have always been thoughtful in our bloody killing, and we will not let you go with regrets!"

The black-clothed killer laughed strangely, and his voice was cold as if he came from hell, which was soul-stirring.

In just ten minutes, Zhou Fuhai's side was almost wiped out, and even martial arts masters like Feng Huihong were defeated, and it was difficult to protect themselves.

"Is this the strength of blood killing?"

"It's no wonder that it's ranked third in the list of killers in the world. ”

"No wonder in the industry it can be claimed that he has never missed a beat, and dares to reveal the time of the assassination in advance!"

Because there is such a force!

"Maybe we can sit down and talk!" In addition to being frightened, Cheng Haonan calmed down.

Horizontal and vertical are all dead, and it may be wisest to stay calm.

"Talk, what are you talking to me about, why are you talking to me?" said the black-clad killer disdainfully.

Cheng Haonan held back the fear of death in his heart, and plucked up his courage and said: "I know that someone invited you here at a cost, since they can buy murder, then we can also spend money to buy lives!"

"Count it! I won't bargain!"

"Ah yes, that's right, as long as you are willing to let us live, you can negotiate how much money you want!"

Hearing Cheng Haonan's words, Zhou Fuhai seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw again, and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Money, hehe, you think that the blood killer will take a fancy to your meager assets?

The black-clothed killer paused and said, "Money is nothing to us warriors, you can ask him about this."

After speaking, he pointed to Feng Huihong on the ground.

This is true, in today's world, martial artists are already scarce, and the appearance of each one can stir up the situation and become a big man, just like Feng Huihong, who is not bad at all!

Therefore, money is not very attractive to martial artists!

"I'm not afraid to tell you that someone did spend a lot of money to invite us, but it's not money, how can what we want for blood kill be measured by money!"

"Can't be measured by money?" Chu Fan frowned slightly, as if he had guessed something.

Martial artists, like cultivators, pursue strength, and since it is not for money, it must be for the improvement of cultivation.

Speculated like this, there should be a lot of good things in the bloodkill organization.

"Well, this trip is not in vain, when the deity is free one day, I will personally go to its lair and loot it, and save the deity from looking for heaven and earth treasures everywhere!"

Chu Fan nodded with satisfaction, thinking about how to force the blood killing lair to find out where it was.

The so-called not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves, if the leader of the bloody killing knew that Chu Fan would start to think about him now, I don't know how he would feel.

"Alright, it's almost time, it's time to send you on your way!"

"This good man, really...... Is there really no room for negotiation?" Cheng Haonan was finally scared, and his legs kept trembling.

Zhou Fuhai softened on the ground with a "poof" and collapsed into a dead dog.

In the face of death, no matter how powerful the boss is, he will be afraid, this is human nature, regardless of the amount of wealth and the size of power.

"Hey, I hate it!" Feng Huihong looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's only to blame me Feng someone who is too arrogant and not as good as others!"

As he spoke, he coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood and came out.

Fear, despair, remorse, and helplessness are intertwined, becoming more and more intense as death approaches.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came to mind next to him:

"Hey, are you having a late-night snack?"

Everyone was stunned: "What kind of stalk?"

The black-clothed killer was also stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes fell on Chu Fan on the side:

"What did you say?"

Who knows, Chu Fanniao didn't bird him, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said to the husky on the ground demonically: "You, do you have supper?"

Long Aotian looked confused, revealing Erha's classic little eyes: "You forced to pretend, you have seen too much Douyin, ugly refusal!"

Chu Fan's face suddenly darkened, and he kicked Long Aotian out with one kick, then got up and said leisurely: "Boss Cheng, it's still the same sentence, 100 million, I'll settle him for you!"

"What?"

Cheng Haonan almost couldn't believe his ears, when is it, are you still joking with Lao Tzu?

Even a martial arts master like Feng Huihong has been defeated, how can you be an ordinary person who can defeat him.

"Hey, I'm still too young, I don't know how thick the sky is!" Cheng Haonan shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Fuhai originally thought that some miracle had happened, but after seeing that it was Chu Fan who spoke, he passed out directly.

"Who are you?"

The killer's intuition is usually the keenest, and since the other party can say such a thing, it must be relied on.

When he entered the door just now, the black-clothed killer had already noticed Chu Fan, but seeing that he was young and had no true qi fluctuations on his body, he thought that he was an inconspicuous little character who was here to give away someone's head.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

"What's the matter, Cheng Haonan, there will be no store in this village after this village, do you agree or not!"

Chu Fan still ignored the black-clothed killer, but said to Cheng Haonan.

"You just need to nod, and in less than a minute, I'll help you solve him immediately!"

Hearing this, Cheng Haonan can be described as a dilemma.

If you don't agree, you'll be dead, and you'll lose even the last glimmer of hope.

Promise it, die faster.

"Oh, you solved me, and it didn't take a minute? Hehe, young man, it's a miracle that you're so floating, and you've survived until now!"

The face of the black-clothed killer showed an unprecedented smile, a disdainful smile!

"Hehe, isn't it just a martial artist at the peak of the Ming Realm? To be honest, I don't care about it yet!"

For the dignified Nine Shadows Saint Venerable, what about the martial artist, it is not enough for the grandmaster to come.

"Hey, at this time, you still dare to make a big fuss here, do you really think that you have a long life?"

Feng Huihong couldn't stand it anymore, and sighed while holding his chest: "Are young people nowadays really so ignorant of the sky?"

"I don't know how thick the sky is, isn't it?"

Arrogance often needs capital, but Chu Fan happens to have such capital.

I saw him Shi Shiran stretch out his two fingers, and with a sudden shock, a spiritual power burst out from between his fingers, condensing into a transparent long sword.

"Qi is as I please, sword slashes the sky!"

The long sword fell, bursting out with endless sword qi, stirring in all directions.

Wherever the sword qi passed, it withered and decayed, and all the furnishings in the living room turned into powder.

Not only that, but at the top of the living room, a huge crack suddenly appeared, as if it had been torn open by a huge force, extending to the door of the living room.

This style is the peerless learning of the One Sword Immortal Sect in the Heavenly Saint Great Domain, and it can kill everything in the world.

However, Chu Fan's current cultivation level was too low, and he couldn't exert one-ten-thousandth of his true power at all.

Even so, the blow was no small deal.

The black-clothed killer was momentarily stunned and stunned on the spot.

There was dead silence in the living room.

Everyone was deeply shocked beyond words.

"Oh my God, this ...... Is this still human?"

Cheng Haonan couldn't believe his eyes, which was completely beyond his understanding of human beings.

"Why is this so similar to the magic knife in a martial arts novel? But Nie Feng uses a knife, and he condenses his qi into a sword!"

"He can't be an immortal!"

At this moment, Zhou Fuhai was also awakened, and his eyes widened.

Compared with Chu Fan's blow, the methods used by the black-clothed killer and Feng Huihong just now were simply scum.

"It's actually turning fiction into reality!" Although Feng Huihong was shocked, he was even more pleased: "Turning fiction into reality, isn't this a means that only the Void Realm Grandmaster has!"

"Void Realm Grandmaster, yes, it's Void Realm Grandmaster, I can't imagine that I, Feng Huihong, will be able to see the demeanor of the Void Realm Grandmaster in my lifetime, it's really in vain!"

He was completely unsteady.

As soon as Feng Huihong's voice fell, the black-clothed killer over there had already begun to run away, and the speed was not fast.

That's the Void Realm Grandmaster, a high-ranking figure, in his memory, only the leader of the Blood Killing has reached such a realm.

Although he had never truly seen the power of the Void Realm Grandmaster, the courtesy and worship that the Blood Killing Leader had received in the countries of the world was clear, and he was simply worshiped by them as a god!

"But why is he so young? It's unbelievable!" the black-clad killer began to hallucinate, and he was a little suspicious of life.

Why don't you just kill a businessman who is nothing? How can you still make a Void Realm Grandmaster? This probability is lower than winning the 5 million lottery.

He wanted to cry without tears, but there was no ambiguity under his feet, and he snatched the door as if he had been smeared with oil.

"Do you want to leave?"

Chu Fan sneered, took the tea in the cup, and gathered it in the palm of his hand.

Then he slammed it in the direction of the black-clad killer's escape.

Hearing the screams, the black-clothed killer felt like someone had been slashed on his back with a heavy hammer, and his feet suddenly slipped and he fell directly out of ten meters.

"Gather your strength and turn the void into reality! The Void Realm Grandmaster is really extraordinary!"

At this time, the last trace of doubt in Feng Huihong's heart was also completely dispelled by Chu Fan.

In the past, he would not have believed that there was such a young Void Realm Grandmaster in this world, it was a legendary existence.

"Eighteen-year-old Realm Grandmaster, dreaming!"

But now, Chu Fan is standing in front of him alive, and he can't help but believe it.

"Papapapa"

A demonic voice instantly sounded in the air, and Feng Huihong only felt a hot pain on his face.

Thinking of Meng Lang's behavior in front of Sect Master Chu just now, he couldn't wait to find a hole in the ground to get into.

"This ...... Is it over?" Cheng Haonan slowed down, looked at the black-clothed killer lying on the ground like a dead dog, and looked at his watch again.

"Really less than a minute?" His heart couldn't calm down again: "God-man, this is the real God-man!"

Although the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made him feel a lot of emotion, but at the moment, Cheng Haonan did not have time to reminisce.

The top priority, of course, is to find ways to hug Chu Fan's thigh.

With such an existence as a backer, let's ask, in this Jianghai City, and even in the entire Haidong region, who else will dare to come to their own trouble in the future?

This is the power of the Grandmaster!