If you dare to hurt him, wait for the secret method on your body to fail, I will not only let you die, but also make you so painful that I beg me to kill you!"

The golden crown youth's face turned blue in an instant, and he let out a cold snort when he looked at Zhao Fan.

"Looks like you still don't plan to talk to me properly!"

Zhao Fan grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and after he finished speaking indifferently, his free hand had already grabbed Zuo Chuan's right arm.

Before the anxious people around could speak, there was a crisp sound of broken bones, and Zuo Tianchuan let out a muffled snort from his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Brute, you're looking for death!"

At this time, several people around rushed to the front, and the four of them separated from each other and surrounded Zhao Fan in the middle.

"Ahh

Zuo Tianchuan let out a roar from his mouth, and his other left arm, which was still intact, blasted towards Zhao Fan's chest with all his strength.

"Old Zuo!"

The four people around were stunned, and the two people standing behind Zhao Fan just wanted to sneak attack, but Zhao Fan, who had received a punch from Zuo Chuan, directly carried this person as a weapon and swept towards them.

"I'm sorry, it's your pig teammates who want to trap you!"

After sweeping away a few people behind him, Zhao Fan said this in his mouth, and he casually broke the other arm of Zuo Tianchuan, who was already blue.

"Brute, I'll make your life worse than death, I'm going to cut off your flesh piece by piece, and then stuff it in your mouth for you to eat yourself!"

The golden-crowned youth's eyes were red, and his angry voice continued to echo in the empty snow-capped mountains, like a curse from hell.

"Look, they don't want to save you at all!"

The suffocation and pain had already made Zuo Tianchuan speechless, and there was already a look of fear in his eyes, although Zhao Fan in front of him had a faint smile on his face, he was already like a devil in his eyes.

His suffering was not over, he only felt a tightness in his left leg, and then another crisp sound broke into his ears, and the pain in his heart finally made him struggle to grow his mouth, but he was already suffocated, but he couldn't make any sound, and could only scream silently.

"Let him go, you let him go, let's let you go!"

Seeing Zhao Fan raising his leg and wrapping around one of Zuo Chuan's legs, the golden-crowned young man looked at Zhao Fan with resentment in his eyes, and let out an angry roar.

"It's all broken three, and it's not bad for this one!"

Zhao Fan chuckled and shook his head, a crisp sound came again, and then his hand was loosened, and Zuo Chuanchuan, whose limbs had been broken, withered on the ground like a dead dog, opening his mouth wide and breathing desperately.

"Kill him, give me a shot, kill him!"

The golden-crowned young man almost didn't hesitate to draw the long sword on his waist and rushed towards Zhao Fan, and the rest of the people didn't need him to say much, and they also rushed over with all their strength.

It's very slow to say, in fact, Zhao Fan didn't waste the slightest time, so far, the effect of the speed charm has only used up more than ten minutes.

His figure shuttled through the crowd at will, and he didn't shy away from the sword light that fell on his body at all. With both hands waving, the shot was extremely simple and rude, and the two punches had already blown away two people.

"How can this be? He's just an ant scumbag, how can he have such great strength?"

The golden-crowned young man watched his two subordinates vomit blood after being blasted out, and shouted with a crazy expression. The long sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, and it fell like crazy and fell on the most lethal position on Zhao Fan's body.

"Childe be careful!"

Capture the thief and capture the king first, these people are already led by this golden-crowned young man, and the first thing Zhao Fan has to deal with is naturally this person.

He didn't have the strength to sigh now, this young man obviously looked like he was in his twenties, and what made him feel like vomiting blood was that he also had the strength above the transformation realm.

What's wrong with the world?

Could it be that all the things that the old man taught him from childhood to adulthood are fake?

Bright energy, dark energy, and transformation realm, which stage can not be achieved by practicing hard for countless years and going through countless actual battles?

The young man in front of him, does he also have a system to add to his body? Could it be that he has eaten a stomach full of myelin cleansing pills?

"Flying Dragon Sword Formation!"

Zhao Fan's figure was almost invisible to the naked eye, but it was only relative to ordinary people, these people were all above the strength of the Transformation Realm, although they were amazed by his speed, they still discovered his purpose.

The moment they shouted in unison, the rhythm of the long sword in the hands of the four people suddenly changed, and they swayed with bursts of energy, overlapping back and forth, instantly knocking Zhao Fan back a distance of several meters.

Then Zhao Fan was stunned to see two of them step on the long sword stretched out by his companion, and then jumped out of thin air, two sword lights fell from the top of his head, and the other two flew almost flat on the ground, and even sword light rushed up from the soles of his feet.

"Is this the real martial arts?"

Zhao Fan couldn't help but sigh.

He knew what these men meant, and like most of their opponents, they thought that he had practiced some kind of horizontal training to have such a strong defense.

The so-called dragon slaying sword array cast by these four people can be said to be truly pervasive, and the tip of the sword swayed like raindrops, and it continued to fall on him in an instant.

They were looking for his life.

His defense itself is the data that the system has added to him, where is the lifeline?

What made a group of people most depressed was that the swordsmanship they used with all their might did not even cut through the ordinary-looking "work clothes" on Zhao Fan's body.

Where will Zhao Fan give them time to marvel, such an opportunity is fleeting, how can he let it go?

Muffled snorts sounded one after another, and none of the four punches containing full strength missed, falling on the chests of the four people.

The two people who had been beaten just now flew upside down and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood again, their expressions were sluggish, and they no longer had the strength to get up.

And although the remaining one barely stood up, he didn't dare to make another move.

The current posture of the golden-crowned young man is exactly the same as that of Zuo Chuan just now, and he was pinched by Zhao Fan's neck and casually lifted in front of him.

Several people unconsciously glanced at the half-dead Zuo Chuan on the ground with the corners of their eyes, and their bodies felt chills, and they couldn't help but shiver excitedly.

"Can you talk properly now?"

The young man with the golden crown can now be regarded as able to understand the fear that Zuo Chuanchuan had just now, looking at Zhao Fan's close face, the resentment on his face has been replaced by horror. Although I tried my best to be tougher, my body couldn't help but tremble.

Although it was in the middle of the ice and snow, the cold sweat on the foreheads of several people around was dripping down their foreheads, steaming bursts of white mist.

"Let him go, we're just trying to kill you. If you dare to hurt him at all, none of the people in the world who have a relationship with you will survive!"

The only middle-aged man who could still stand coughed violently twice, a little blood foam splashed out of his mouth, and shouted at Zhao Fan's sharp voice.

"You don't seem to have figured out the situation yet, and it seems that I should have the final say in the current situation, right? Do you want me to make you sober up?"

Zhao Fan was laughed at angrily, it was time like this, these people were still threatening to kill him and threatening him.

Isn't it good to live?

"Do you think I'm going to cry and beg for mercy in front of you? You think too much, how can I, as a member of the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect, bow my head in front of an ant like you?

The golden crown prince finally reported his origin, the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect, Fang Yao.

The strength of these people is so strong, it stands to reason that they are by no means unknown. But the identity reported by this person, whether it is the name or the origin, Zhao Fan has never heard of it.

"Your name, it's the first time I've heard it, and it's the first time I've heard of the so-called Dragon Slaying Sword Sect. ”

"So I'm pretty sure I've never provoked you. Tell me, what is your relationship with the Immortal Emperor, and why did you kill me?"

Zhao Fan raised his eyes and swept over the two people in front of him who were tense, and asked in a calm and indifferent tone.

"Haha, it turns out that you don't know anything, and you are really a poor ant scumbag!"

"You have been doomed to death since the day you were born! If it weren't for Zhao Kaiyang's tricks to hide you, how could you have survived until now?"

Fang Yao was slightly stunned after hearing his question, and then laughed, even if life and death were under Zhao Fan's control at the moment, there was still disdain and ridicule in the eyes that looked at him.

"It seems that you really don't know what it means to speak well, so I'll teach you!"

Although there are only two short sentences, Zhao Fan has also judged that the appearance of these people has a lot to do with his biological father.

He knew that if he didn't let the people in front of him really know the pain, he wouldn't be able to ask like this.

As he spoke, his expression was cold, and he raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm, with a devilish smile on his face, and suddenly twisted it hard.

"Childe!"

Exclamations sounded in the mouths of several middle-aged people around, and the two who were already injured struggled to stand up, and the person closest to him just wanted to rush towards Zhao Fan, but Fang Yao was carried by Zhao Fan and blocked in front of him.

"Click"

A crisp sound made Fang Yao let out a muffled snort, and at the same time, it also made the faces of several other people turn pale.

"Stop, I'll tell you anything you want to know!"

Seeing Fang Yao's trembling body, as well as the cold snort that kept coming out of his forehead, and his face that was so painful that it was already distorted, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and shouted at Zhao Fan.

"That's right, isn't it good to talk well? shouting and shouting and killing for so long, you are about to play yourself to death, I really don't know where you got the courage to be arrogant in front of me!"

Zhao Fan mocked a few people mercilessly, and shook Fang Yao in his hand twice at will, and the middle-aged people who looked at it were terrified. Their hands were raised and fell, after all, they were rat throwers, and their eyes finally brought a bit of pleading in their eyes when they looked at Zhao Fan.

"I'll ask, you say, if I don't like the answer, I'll crush a bone from him! You can talk a little more nonsense, anyway, your master has more than 200 bones on his body, and I also have patience!"

Zhao Fan smashed Fang Yao in his hand to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on his throat under the eyes of several people, clapped his hands casually, and said casually with a relaxed expression.

"You have to promise not to hurt Childe again, otherwise, don't want to get anything from us!"

Several people watched Fang Yao being trampled under Zhao Fan's feet in great humiliation, and they were so angry that they couldn't stop trembling, and roared towards Zhao Fan almost madly.

Zhao Fan didn't bother to answer at all, snorted coldly, and bent down to grab the arm that Fang Yao raised in his struggle.

"Kill me, kill me!"

"Stop, stop, we say!"

Screams and growls came quickly, followed by a subtle crunch.