"This ......"

Their three books didn't seal Mo Fan, and the three books and the three holy pens were also accepted by Mo Fan, and they were completely just catching chickens and losing rice.

Originally, Mo Fan was in front of their Longhua Meeting, and there was the same difference between ants and elephants.

But now, in front of Mo Fan, they are like a three-year-old child meeting an adult, they are not opponents at all.

Ye Wuya, who has always been calm, opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at his empty hands, and then looked at the three books and three holy pens suspended around Mo Fan, his face was extremely ugly.

Since he became the president of the Longhua Society, he has never encountered such a thing.

Not only is it not the opponent of the other party, but even the magic weapon has been collected by the other party, and it is not at the same level at all.

"It's really over. A look of despair flashed in the eyes of many people.

For a while, everyone didn't dare to take a breath, there was no human color on their faces, and sweat was all over their faces.

None of the Three Books of the Holy Gate were Mo Fan's opponents, and they really didn't have anything to do.

If Mo Fan wants to kill them now, it may be no different from cutting vegetables.

"What else do you want to say now?" Mo Fan's eyes were cold, looking at Yin Wutian and the others.

The faces of a group of people in Longhua Club sank, and no one dared to speak.

They've lost, they've lost completely.

After a while, Yin Wutian glanced at Qin Jie, the cruel color in his eyes flashed, the black knife in his hand flickered, and the knife marks on Qin Jie's neck immediately deepened, and blood flowed down the blade.

"Mo Fan, Qin Jie is your apprentice, hand over the Three Books, the Three Holy Pens, and your methods of controlling the Three Books, otherwise, I will kill your apprentice." Yin Wutian said coldly.

Anyway, they have already lost, and they can only fight hard.

He didn't believe that Mo Fan didn't care about the life and death of his apprentice.

If Mo Fan cares about their life and death, he must do what they say.

As long as they get the control method of the three books, they can get Mo Fan's cultivation techniques, and they can get Mo Fan's medical skills, formation techniques, illusion techniques, and everything else that Mo Fan knows, and in the end, it will be them, not Mo Fan.

Hearing Yin Wutian's words, Yuan Long, the thin man, and Xuan Lingzi raised their eyebrows slightly, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

Ye Wuya's brows furrowed, and a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

What if Mo Fan received the magic weapon of their Longhua Society, Mo Fan's people are still in their hands.

"And these two, if you don't care about their lives and deaths, you can do it to us, and if you don't want them, do as we say. Xuan Lingzi sneered.

Mo Fan is indeed very powerful, so powerful that they can't do anything.

However, even so, Mo Fan would not be able to save three people from them at the same time.

Even if they are not Mo Fan's opponents, they still have this confidence.

It only takes less than 10th of a second for them to kill a person, and Mo Fan can save one, but he definitely can't save three.

"Master, ignore him. Qin Jie shouted.

"Mr. Mo, leave us alone and kill them bastards. Ah Hao said angrily.

This group of people will definitely not be as simple as just blackmailing Mo Fan casually, let them succeed once, and there will be a next time.

"Boy, it seems that you really want to die, but it's not so easy for you to die, if you want to try the pain of being pinched in your heart again, I can let you enjoy it. The thin man's eyes were cold, and a killing intent flashed.

He grabbed the hand of Ah Hao's heart, Ah Hao's face was full of pain, his body kept pumping, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The thin man pinched Ah Hao's heart with one hand, like pinching a balloon, while looking at Mo Fan.

"Mo Fan, your servant's heart is in my hands, do you still want to resist?" A smug look appeared on the corner of the thin man's mouth, and he said with a sneer.

Even if he is an innate grandmaster, he is not immortal, if his heart is crushed, there is only one way to die, he doesn't believe that Mo Fan is willing to take this risk.

Everyone's eyes were all on Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp color appeared in his eyes.

"This is the Longhua Society?" Mo Fan asked calmly.

"What do you mean, Mo Fan?" Ye Wuya frowned slightly and asked in a cold voice.

Mo Fan ignored Ye Wuya, and just shook his head in disappointment.

The dignified Longhua Society, the number one force in China, is also a group of people who can't afford to lose, and if they lose the bet, they use the people around him to threaten.

If he had known this, he would not have wasted so much time at the Longhua Meeting, and he would just slash it with a sword.

"Yin Wutian, do you really think you have to be able to hurt my people in front of me?" Mo Fan stared at him and asked in a cold voice.

In front of him, it is impossible to kill people.

It is even more impossible for him to want to kill people in front of his immortal medicine immortal.

Especially the person who wants to kill him after he gets the three books and the three holy pens, it is simply wishful thinking,

With that, there was a "boom", and a yellow flame ignited from him.

Yin Wutian and the others frowned, and their faces sank.

"Mo Fan, you don't want to bow your head for the sake of your people, don't forget, you are Qin Jie's master, is it really good to be so ruthless and unrighteous as a master?"

Mo Fan shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out a hand, his five fingers open.

At this time, using morality to kidnap him, Yin Wutian can really say it.

If he really can't save Qin Jie and Ah Hao, let him kneel down and his brows won't wrinkle.

For him, the lives of those around him are more important than anything else.

However, this group of people does not have this ability.

Seeing that Mo Fan still refused to compromise, Yin Wutian and the others narrowed their eyes, revealing a little jealousy.

"Do you really think you can save all three of them at the same time?" Yin Wutian said with a little nervousness as he clenched the black knife.

"If you really think I can't save it, then open your eyes and see clearly, you are going to blackmail the wrong person. The light in Mo Fan's eyes skyrocketed, and his voice rose.

"Stop!"

As the last word came out, his outstretched hand suddenly squeezed.

A quaint word "stop" suddenly appeared on the pen of the three saints, and the three books lit up together, reflecting each other.

"Not good!" Yin Wutian and the others secretly screamed, and then moved.

They are members of the Longhua Society, and even if they die, they have to pull a cushion.

Without waiting for them to make a move, a three-color circle of light bloomed on the three books and spread out to the surroundings.

Wherever the three-color aperture went, the space immediately froze, the Yin Wutian knife only moved forward an inch, Yuan Long's hands and claws remained motionless, and the movements of the thin man and Xuan Lingzi's hands were all frozen.

It's like playing a movie and suddenly you press the pause button, and you don't move.

In the still space, Mo Fan was not controlled by this force at all, and as soon as his feet moved, he came to the thin man in front of Ah Hao. "I like to pinch other people's hearts so much, have you ever tried to pinch your own?"