Immediately, a person who came out of the elevator walked straight towards Wang Fan, but his expression was vigilant, obviously Wei Chengfeng had given them enough vaccinations, for fear that Wang Fan would break out.

And at this moment, the rope tied to Wang Fan's body suddenly loosened and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Wang Fan's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the rope and lifted it up, so that the rope continued to stay on his body and did not fall.

But this time, the person who was going to come up to test Wang Fan stopped directly, and no one in the field dared to underestimate Wang Fan, and thought that he was tied up by the spirit weapon rope, why was the spirit weapon rope directly untied?

Also, brother, the way you are clutching the rope is too to cover your ears and steal the bell, are we stupid!

Suddenly, the scene was a little embarrassing.

This is a spiritual weapon that Wei Chengfeng specially found for them, although it is not as good as the legendary bundle of immortals, but it is not a problem to tie up a fifth-level master, how can it be loosened when it comes to Wang Fan?

Wang Fan was also a little embarrassed, originally wanted to quietly swallow the aura on the spiritual rope, and then burst into trouble.

Who knew that this rope was not very reliable, and it would be soft in an instant without aura, so he grabbed the rope in a hurry, but in a blink of an eye, it was obvious that the other party had become vigilant.

So he simply threw away the rope on his body, stood swaggering and said: "It seems that you also know how powerful I am, but I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to kill, so let's have a literary fight, you all the spiritual weapons on your body are beckoning to me, whoever can hurt me with spiritual weapons, I will admit it!"

"Why should we listen to you!" said the man in the suit in a deep voice.

Wang Fan raised his right hand and shook it and said, "Then you can fight with me in close quarters, in such a small space, it stands to reason that my palm technique should have more room to play!"

The man's pupils shrank suddenly.

When he was in the capital a few days ago, he saw with his own eyes that Wang Fan's pair of iron palms knocked eight fifth-level masters to the ground in just a few tens of seconds.

Although his manpower has doubled today, he is also worried about what happens, and before he came here, he applied for a large number of spiritual weapons, and he had the idea of drowning Wang Fan with spiritual weapons in one go.

I didn't expect Wang Fan to really dare to accept it, this is a good thing!

Thinking of this, the man in the suit smiled directly: "Very good, then it's decided, they are all from the rivers and lakes, I hope you will be trustworthy!"

As soon as his words fell, with a bang, a large net suddenly lit up behind Wang Fan.

Wang Fan didn't look at it, and opened his mouth to swallow it.

"Ding, aura 1500!"

Suddenly, the light on the big net was instantly extinguished, and it fell directly to the ground softly.

Whew!

At the same time, there was another sound of breaking wind, which was a meteor hammer spirit weapon.

Wang Fan still stood motionless, opening his mouth and swallowing: "Ding, aura 1200!"

With a bang, the meteor hammer smashed against the wall.

"You can deal with one or two spiritual weapons, I think you can deal with a dozen spiritual weapons!"

The pupils of the black suit shrank again, and he thought that Wang Fan had any exercises that could deal with one or two spiritual weapons.

In fact, in the ancient martial arts world, there are many such exercises, which can temporarily invalidate some spiritual weapons, so it is not strange to wear black suits.

As a result, the fifteen ancient martial artists present took out all the spiritual weapons they brought out, what short swords, short swords, flying knives and darts, all of them beckoned towards Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's face did not change, he stood in place and moved from time to time, but secretly, he grew up and devoured his mouth wildly.

"Ding, 1000 spirit weapons!"

"Ding, Spirit Weapon 1030!"

"Ding, Spirit Weapon 900!"

A series of system prompts sounded, and at least fifteen thousand aura was directly credited.

The ancient warriors present were directly stunned, in the past, they used extremely handy spiritual weapons, even if they were two hundred meters away, they could accurately hit the target, but today, these spiritual weapons actually ran around like they were blind, and they didn't work at all, and the worst thing was that they couldn't even take it back.

"Look at the knife!"

Suddenly, the black suit shouted, and a willow leaf long knife fell out of his sleeve, and slashed straight at Wang Fan.

"Look at the fart, you are called a second stunned!"

Wang Fan sneered and read in a low voice.

Suddenly, the hand holding the knife in the black suit suddenly raised, and threw away the knife and slapped himself in the face.

After a crisp snap, the black suit turned dizzy and couldn't find the north, and Wang Fan took this opportunity to jump, rushed directly past him, and jumped out of the residential building.

Naturally, when passing by, Wang Fan also swallowed it.

"Ding, Reiki 2500!"

Suddenly, another wave of aura entered the account, Wang Fan grinned and fell to the ground.

But before he could run out of this community, he heard a sneer above his head: "Although Wei Chengfeng has raised many ancient martial artists and good weapons, I said that they are just a group of wine bags and rice bags, who dares to say that they are not? Fifteen people, holding so many spiritual weapons, still can't stop a little Wang Fan!"

Wang Fan bared his teeth, looked back, and saw a large group of people wearing ancient costumes standing there on the roof of the residential building, looking like they were watching a good show.

And the black suit also walked out of the residential building with his subordinates dejectedly, and arched his hand towards the person on the top of the building and said: "Everyone, our old Wei speaks and counts, who can catch Wang Fan, in addition to a billion cash, there are also spiritual weapons and old medicine to choose from!"

"Haha, what I'm waiting for is your words, my Suzhou and Hangzhou City is also considered the territory of my Bajimen, so this time our people from Bajimen came first, do you have any opinions!"

A middle-aged man wearing a white robe with a Tai Chi on his chest said with a smile on the roof of the building.

"No problem!" the other ancient warriors responded.

Wang Fan squinted his eyes, knowing that now he was the turtle in the urn, and now he had to keep coming down to catch himself with one hand, and if he didn't hurt all these people, they would not let him go.

So he simply looked up at this eight-pole sect master and said, "If you want to catch it, come here, don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is still waiting to save people!"

"I'm not very old, but my tone is not small, and you still want me to go down and catch it personally?

The master of the Eight Poles Gate smiled coldly, but he didn't really think that Wang Fan was not worthy of his next shot, but what they were good at was not hand-to-hand combat, but formations!

The formation has always been a mysterious thing, and their Baji Gate is good at this, and I don't know how many people have been in awe.

But in recent decades, the number of shots at Bajimen has become less and less, and everyone's attitude towards Bajimen is gradually changing.

Thinking of this, the master of the Eight Poles Gate was so beautiful in his heart that he raised his hand and shook it in the air.

I saw a glimmer of light emerge from his palm, and this light emitted a rhythm and spread out in all directions.

Just a few seconds later, the rhythmic light actually enveloped the entire community, and from the outside, it seemed as if there was a blue transparent bubble covering the heavens and the earth.

Even the lawn under Wang Fan's feet exuded a faint blue light.

Obviously, this is the formation of the Eight Pole Gate!

"This is the Tianhua Eighth-level Killing Formation of my Eight Extremes, I once killed a sixth-level master in this formation, boy, it's an honor for you to die under this formation!"

The master of the Eight Poles Gate said with a smile.

The group of ancient martial artists behind him looked at this huge formation in amazement, and their hearts set off turbulent waves.

"The Eight Poles Gate has an endless inheritance!"

"It's worthy of the formation mountain gate, this kind of powerful formation can be arranged casually!"

"Fart's casual arrangement, this old man is just busy burying the formation base, but it's also very powerful, this kid named Wang Fan now has no way to go to heaven and no door to the ground, I'm afraid it's over!"

The voices of everyone were either complimented or surprised, and the proud look on the face of the master of the Eight Extremes Gate became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but say: "Wang Fan, you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, hand over the Immortal Dragon Pill, I can not kill you!"

Wang Fan pursed his lips, half-squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the lawn, and his heart moved, and began to pour evil energy.

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded suddenly.

"Ding, Reiki 100!"

"Ding, Reiki 100!"

At the same time, a burst of black light also spread from around Wang Fan's palm......