Experience +129

There is no doubt that Uncle Yuan, who shot at this moment, is an innate master, and through the experience value data prompted by the system, Zhao Fan also judged that there is still a big gap between this person and the middle-aged people of the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect after all, even compared with Wang Xinghai, who was forcibly promoted to this realm after using the Wei Gong Divine Technique, it is only a little stronger.

"Haha, Zhao Fan, how do you feel?

"I thought it was so great, it turned out that I couldn't even stop Uncle Yuan's move!"

These people seem to have forgotten that they didn't even have the courage to make a move in front of Zhao Fan just now. Seeing that he was slapped back by Uncle Yuan's palm, one by one he laughed loudly in a strange tone.

"It's really a little painful, a master of the innate level, it's really different!"

When Zhao Fan's leisurely voice appeared, the ridiculed voices of the people of the Zhao family around him immediately came, and everyone looked at Zhao Fan like a monster with their necks pinched and lifted by their necks.

"He's like, still not hurt!"

"The power of the innate master is enough to crack the stone, what kind of monster is this kid, why doesn't he seem to have anything to do?"

"This is absolutely impossible, this kid must be holding on! Uncle Yuan only made a move once, just wait, soon he won't be able to pretend!"

The people of the Zhao family are not novices who don't know anything about martial arts, although many people can't reach the realm, but they still know most of the situations in each realm.

So except for a small number of people who are self-comforting, the rest of the people have begun to feel heavy.

The two people in the battle did not receive the emotional influence of those around them, although Zhao Fan was shocked back by Uncle Yuan's palm, he only paused in place for less than a second, and rushed towards him again.

Seeing that the two of them, an old man and a young man, sometimes shot out of the air, and sometimes collided head-on, although Zhao Fan was repelled by Uncle Yuan's palm power from time to time, the people around him never saw any traces of injury from him.

Those Zhao family members who had an optimistic attitude had gradually become less optimistic, and the faces of others who had realized some problems became more and more solemn.

Zhao Zhan, as the main owner of this matter, kept stepping back silently, retreated all the way to the edge of the crowd, hid behind and took out his mobile phone and dialed it out.

"Dad, why haven't you come yet?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhao Zhan shouted into the microphone with an excited expression.

"Zhan'er, you're going to be wronged this time! the more seriously you are injured, the more price he will pay, do you know what I mean?"

Zhao Junhao seemed to be warm to his son, but in fact, his tone was very resolute, giving Zhao Zhan a kind of pressure that could not be disobeyed.

What Zhao Zhan is best at is playing with intrigues, and when he heard Zhao Junhao say this, he understood what he meant without even blinking his eyes. While his body trembled a little, his face was also a little ruthless, and he hummed in a heavy nasal voice.

"Suffering a little can also make you remember it a little longer. If it weren't for your carelessness, how could this person come to the door in the middle of the night and catch us off guard?"

Zhao Junhao nodded with satisfaction, then taught Zhao Zhan a few more words, and hung up the phone casually.

"The heart is really ruthless, in order to deal with me, he actually made a bet on his own son. Since you are so generous, then you are welcome, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Seeing Zhao Zhan's ugly face and nodding his head, Zhao Fan, who understood Zhao Junhao's lips, sneered in his heart, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

His smile made Uncle Yuan, who was still fighting against him, inexplicably nervous.

The battle has been fought for more than a dozen rounds, and Uncle Yuan, who was still angry just now, is now full of surprise, and the people next to him can't understand it, how can he not know when he is in the game?

Back and forth so many times, how many times Zhao Fan dodged his attacks and how many times he was hit, he could be said to know it.

Several times, Zhao Fan had already touched his side, and the internal qi in his fingertips was extremely sharp, and almost without hindrance, it broke through the internal qi he released and touched his body.

Every time the defense was broken, this person's scalp was numb, and he was secretly glad that Zhao Fan was only in the realm now, otherwise, every time he got close, he was afraid that it would mean that he died once.

What he didn't know was that if it weren't for Zhao Fan, in order to collect experience points, he pretended to be inaccurate in recognizing acupoints. He had long been the same as Wang Xinghai at the beginning, and he was directly pointed at and couldn't move in place.

Many times, the person who knows you best happens to be the enemy who hates you the most.

Take Zhao Fan as an example, as an ancient martial arts sect, the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect has fought with the Tianlong Academy for countless years, and their understanding of the Zhuan Xuan Riding Horse Step and the Liangyi Tianxin Point Acupoint has reached a level that makes him frightened.

And the distant uncle in front of him has been in the Zhao family for forty years, but his understanding of the horse's steps is still at the surface.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Fan can easily gain a golden body again and again, and rub some experience points from him from time to time.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Fan has absolute confidence, believing that after squeezing out the surplus value of this person, he can easily get rid of him.

One is a congenital master, the other is a master of the transformation realm, the speed of the shot is naturally not too slow, the sky is full of energy splashing, the roar is constant, and the momentum of the battle is particularly amazing.

Because of this, they were fast enough, so the battle lasted less than ten minutes from beginning to end, and it came to an end.

"Dayan Palm!"

A low roar came from Uncle Yuan's mouth, and the people of the Zhao family around them froze in place as if they had been struck by lightning.

However, as soon as their soft cry of surprise came out, Zhao Fan's figure once again rushed to Uncle Yuan's side, and the slight light of his fingertips once again broke through the person's protective qi without any accident, and pointed at his chest.

This time, Zhao Fan did not "recognize the acupoints accurately".

So Uncle Yuan, who made many Zhao family disciples full of confidence at the beginning, stood stiffly in place the next moment, his old face was full of horror and surprise, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead gathered into several streams, which kept wading down his cheeks.

"Uncle Yuan, his old man was actually defeated?"

"The distance between the innate and the acquired is like a moat, how did he do it?"

After a short silence, the people around seemed to have reacted just now, screaming and retreating quickly, and in a moment, the distance between everyone and Zhao Fan was already dozens of meters.

The only three people still standing in the circle formed by the crowd, except for Uncle Yuan, who couldn't move after being restrained by Zhao Fan, only he and Zhao Zhan were left.

Through the people of the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect, Zhao Fan had already known that above the Transformation Realm was innate.

The innate master's internal qi has been cultivated to a certain extent, opening up the mud pill acupoint above his head, his spiritual will will will increase, his spiritual power will increase, and he has spiritual coercion in the face of his opponent. Moreover, the appearance of spiritual power has been able to mobilize a small amount of heaven and earth power, although it cannot call the wind and rain, but the strong wind is strong, and it is enough to crush a wide range of enemies.

Those few people from the Dragon Slaying Sword Sect were stronger, and they could already mobilize a very small amount of heaven and earth power. Therefore, when Zhao Fan faced them, without the help of the speed charm, the chances of winning were very small.

The distant uncle in front of him, although he has stepped into the innate seven years, what he can do is not only a lot stronger in terms of skill, but also more of a spiritual coercion.

And it just so happened that Zhao Fan's previous battle with the Ghost King, with the help of the system, not only converted those soul powers into experience points, but also greatly improved his spiritual power.

Since then, the invincible spiritual coercion of the innate master has almost zero effect on him.

Without this layer of advantages, and can't stop the elusive horseman, and can't stop the defense-breaking means of Liangyi Tianxin's acupuncture hand, where does this uncle still have any advantage in front of him?

Zhao Zhan's body was trembling slightly, but with a cruel look on his face, he gritted his teeth and stood still.

Zhao Fan glanced at the bottom of the mountain, as if looking at a monkey in a zoo.

It wasn't until Zhao Zhan, who was watching, was angry and the green tendons on his neck couldn't stop beating, that he shook his head lightly and said with a playful expression: "This time you are going to be a little wronged, if you are not seriously injured, how can I satisfy you with the price I paid?"

"What?"

After Zhao Zhan heard this, his face was instantly full of horror, and he looked up at Zhao Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

Others are inexplicably wonderful, only he knows that although Zhao Fan's words have been changed, the meaning is exactly the same as what Zhao Junhao said to him on the phone just now.

Did he hear it, or did he guess it?

Just now Zhao Fan said that he would not disappoint the people of the Zhao family, so at this moment, he didn't give Zhao Zhan much time to be surprised, he could defeat the innate masters, and Zhao Zhan's strength was even less enough.

As soon as Zhao Zhan exclaimed, Zhao Fan had already arrived in front of him, still slapping him casually, and then Zhao Zhan flew up to the side.

Zhao Fan didn't give him a chance to fly away, raised his hand and grabbed his arm easily, and lifted him up in front of him.

"If you are strong enough to deal with me in a bright and bright way, I will show you enough respect and even give you enough time to grow. But you played tricks in front of me three times and twice, hiding in the shadows like a bedbug and calculating me. Then my only thought is, pinch you to death!"

Zhao Fan saw the three Zhao Junhao brothers who were approaching this side unhurriedly, and also saw the hope and resentment in Zhao Zhan's eyes when he looked at the rear. His dark eyes exuded a cold and piercing killing intent, and after watching Zhao Zhan finish speaking, his other hand pinched down towards the position of this person's throat with great agility.

"He's going to kill me? How dare he kill me?"

Zhao Zhan was stunned, a clever person like them had almost confirmed that there was an old man in Zhao Fan's appearance, no matter how ruthless Zhao Fan was to them, at most it was just a trouble, and he would definitely not kill people in the Zhao family.

But at this moment, he looked at Zhao Fan's cold and ruthless expression, as well as the serious killing intent that was like a substance. Without any hesitation, he already believed that Zhao Fan really wanted to kill him, and he really dared to kill him.

Zhao Zhan has always believed that winning by scheming is the real mastery.

And it was only at this time that he realized that all this was just an excuse he had found for himself subconsciously.

He is accustomed to hiding in the dark and using intrigues to calculate the purpose of others, in fact, the biggest reason is because he is afraid of death.