The box is spacious, some precious antiques are embellished among them, and the environment is perfectly integrated, and it does not look vulgar or luxurious.

A pale young man sat in it, with a playful, sickly smile on his lips.

Half a step behind him stood respectfully an old man dressed in simple clothes, the old man hung his head slightly, and his huge but slender hands hung down at his sides.

At the moment when the wooden door shattered, the young man's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, but he remained calm. It seems that he is used to seeing wind and rain, and does not fluctuate because of this accident.

The old man raised his head, his gray hair was windless, he protected the little master, and he didn't allow the slightest fork to appear.

A young man who had never been seen before moved like a thunderbolt, the wooden door shattered, but the wood slag rushed straight at the young man like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

The old man snorted softly, his steps moved up, and his right hand was raised, like a whirlpool to bring all the surging wood slag into his hand. But his left hand touched a small button on his body.

If it was a child of a family of the same level, he naturally didn't need to be so cautious, and even he couldn't make a move easily.

The older generation's attack on the younger generation will set off a monstrous storm in the alliance.

But looking at the doubts in the master's eyes, he understood in his heart that this reckless young man was not a member of the Hundred Families of the Galaxy.

Out of caution, he asked for help from home, but his right hand did not shy away, and the wood slag circled in front of him with the rotation of his right hand, and with a loud shout, it flowed back, denser and more powerful than before.

But he only saw the person who came in, ignoring everything in the box, as if he didn't see anyone else, and walked straight to Mo Xiaoxin, who was crawling on the ground, with a gentle face, "Girl, it's okay." Sorry I'm late. ”

Mo Xiaoxin's eccentric appearance seemed to be still present in front of him, but now he was only haggard.

Nangong Fan was a little heartbroken, he could have saved the little girl from the sea of suffering earlier.

I firmly believe that everyone has a different wonderful, and I don't want to bother to bear additional cause and effect, but I don't know that cause and effect have already been entangled, and I will wear a thousand holes through myself.

Am I wrong? maybe.

Nangong Fan thought of this, and the murderous intent in his heart couldn't be suppressed. Like a volcano on the verge of eruption, that fire is like a whip in the throat, and you can't be happy without spitting it out.

Nangong Fan doesn't like that he is not happy, so he has to make his unhappy person unhappy.

The wood slag shot back, like an arrow off the string, with a brilliant brilliance, rushing straight forward.

The old man takes one step at a time, and the best way to eliminate the source of danger is always to extinguish the danger first.

Standing still and waiting for the enemy to attack, that is the stupidest defense.

There is still a negligence in Baimi, and he is negligent in the battle of the masters, and the young master is injured, and he can't eat and walk around.

The violent killing intent erupted from the young man's body, and the killing intent was terrifying, if it weren't for the fact that the old man had experienced no less than a thousand battles, this killing intent alone would have made him dare not act rashly.

The old man easily concluded that this twenty-eight young man, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, had slaughtered more than ten legends with his own hands, otherwise he would not have made his heart tense and feel a great crisis just by killing him.

But after all, he is young, and if he has a little talent, he has no one in his eyes.

In the old man's gaze, Nangong Fan didn't pay attention to his attack at all, but picked up the girl lightly, as if she was holding a rare treasure, for fear that an oversight would damage her.

A cruel smile hung on the corner of the old man's mouth, if he dealt with the enemy before the rest of the family arrived, he might have a good reward, and the coveted Barrier Breaking Pill Master might be rewarded.

The realm he hasn't broken through for ten years may be broken through.

The old man's eyes were fiery, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but deepen a little. He wanted to take advantage of the young man's negligent joints to win directly in one fell swoop.

Nangong Fan's head was raised slightly, his blood-red pupils were filled with boundless murderous intent, and the black lines on his body loomed, revealing a cold brilliance.

Nangong Fan held Mo Xiaoxin in one hand, and slowly raised it with the other, his dry fingers were comparable to the old wood, but they were very weird and exuding a strong and powerful feeling.

The palm of his hand stretched straight out towards the wood slag, reaching into the wood slag, and the flying sawdust cut like a knife with the blessing of spiritual power.

I saw that there were white traces on the skin of Nangong Fan's hands, but there was no blood.

The old man's face froze, what kind of ghost physique is this? The broad palm suddenly clenched into a fist, opened the bow without turning back the arrow, the spiritual power of the whole body gushed out, and the fist was full of white brilliance between the fingers.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket!

From the very beginning, the battle reached its fiercest point.

Nangong Fan held his hand tightly, and a punch blasted out, a dragon roared, a giant bear appeared, the fist was like a demon, and the fist was domineering.

With his physical body alone, he unleashed a full force blow comparable to a legend.

Fist to fist collision.

A vast force spread at the junction, and Nangong Fan's body only shook slightly, and then he continued to move forward unswervingly.

No matter how much force hit him, he couldn't see anything as if it were nothing.

This is the biggest difference between physical and spiritual practice.

Spirituality brings a body closer to the body is tantamount to looking for death.

The terrifying power surged, and the old man could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking, and the pain that pierced his heart came with it. The body involuntarily fell backwards.

He saw a thin figure like a demon god slowly emerge in the light, with firm steps, and a floating light in one hand, sheltering the delicate girl in his arms.

The old man has a feeling of powerlessness in the face of the master, the gap of a small step at the legend level is larger than a big realm before, and the momentum in front of him is surging, obviously there is only a young man of the Martial Emperor, and his combat power is comparable to that of a high-level legend.

Cover the world!

He actually wanted to tear apart such a Tianjiao, could Nangong Bufan, the recognized first Tianjiao in tens of thousands of years, have such strength in such a realm?

The old man wanted to escape, even if he had to face the pursuit of the Chen family in the future? At least he was still alive.

As soon as his body wanted to escape, he couldn't help but froze, and the boundless gravity enveloped him, and countless pairs of miserable bone hands seemed to stretch out from the floor, as if to pull him into a cage that never saw the light of day.

For the first time, the old man felt the weakness of the legend. He's not going to be a fake legend, is he?

The spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and he headed towards the desperate bombardment behind him.

A sea vaguely appeared, with spiritual power like the sea, turning up the stormy waves and slapping towards Nangong Fan, who was walking towards him step by step.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes were full of disdain, his right hand clenched his fist and suddenly blasted out, and a black giant bear phantom roared towards the sky behind him, and his thick arm merged with Nangong Fan's fist.

The ferocious force tore apart the sea and continued to push forward with an unstoppable attitude.

The old man felt that his body was bound in mid-air by a strange force, and he could no longer move.

There is no way to go up to heaven and no door to go down to earth.

Despair spread in the bottom of my heart, and I used to feel that it was a good errand to show off my might everywhere with the young master, but now it seems that it is extremely bad.

Nangong Fan turned his fist into a finger, and lightly pointed a finger on the old man's eyebrows, he remembered that Xiao Xin didn't like to see blood, and it was not good to see the blood gushing out and staining his body later.

He didn't want Xiao Xin's beautiful dress to be filthy in any way.

The old man's eyes gradually lost their brightness.

At the last moment, he thought, maybe it was because he had done too much evil in this life to get such an end, right?

With a crisp "pop" sound, the old man's lifeless body collapsed on the ground.

Nangong Fan looked at the young master of the Chen family, who was staring at him calmly.

"My name is Chen Qihui. Linlang Star Chen Jia's second younger. The young master of the Chen family, whose face was slightly sickly pale, spoke slowly when Nangong Fan looked at him, and talked eloquently, "If you kill that old guy, the Chen family may not come out of the nest, but if you move me...... Although he is not talented, at least he is also a descendant of the Chen family. ”

Chen Qihui calmly raised the teacup and took a sip, there are also dead descendants in the hundred families, but they are all in the wilderness, where no one can see them.

As for directly killing hundreds of juniors in Metroidvania, at least there has not been a single such incident in the past few hundred years.

If the safety of the Hundred Families cannot be guaranteed in Metroidvania, then isn't the Hundred Schools Alliance just a big joke?

Even the families that are usually at odds with the Chen family may send their forces to clear out the fanatics.

Without such a guarantee, how could the Alliance of the Hundred Schools absorb talents, and how could the Council make all the families envious and eager to get a ticket to it?

Nangong Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly.

I can see that Chen Qihui's face is obviously relaxed, and he is not as calm as he appeared.

Then his pupils widened, and his mouth and nose were wide open, but he couldn't breathe.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a person who had been bullied by him in the past, and he pounced on him with teeth and claws.

The last image in front of me condensed.

This ceiling is really ugly! It's time to urge the boss to renovate it.

Chen Qihui suffocated to death, when he thought he was out of the crisis of life and death.

Nangong Fan shook his head lightly, his fingers flicked, and a cluster of sparks flashed.

The two lifeless bodies were wiped out in the brilliant blue light, and there was no trace of them anymore.

A soft smile hung on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, and he glanced at Mo Xiaoxin, who had a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, but tears crossed his eyes.

His eyes rested on the red mark on the center of his eyebrows.

sighed softly, bitter little girl.

The other hand swiped across the void, leaving a conspicuous handwriting.

"Nangong Fan!"

Although there are rules, the Chen family does not dare to come to the Galaxy City easily, but Nangong Fan does not want anyone to be angry with the Chen family because of himself, such a cause and effect is too heavy, and he tries to avoid it.

One person does things and one person does things, and leaving his name is to tell the Chen family that he can come directly to him.

He was not in the mood to wait for the Chen family to dispatch troops here, and the sigil planted on Xiao Xin's body still needed to be resolved.

Nangong Fan wrapped up the fat man who was laughing with Wanting. Escaped from the restaurant at a great speed.

At the front desk of the restaurant, a few medium-grade spirit stones appeared strangely.

There is also Nangong Fan's full of angry voice, echoing between the restaurants.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. If the Chen family came to the door, he directly said that I Nangong Fan did it, and I would go to Shangcheng and let them wait for me. ”

Nangong Fan's figure slowly disappeared.

It took a while for Wanting to come back to her senses and sigh slowly.

Such a high-spirited young man made her admire, but unfortunately she was destined to be a person of two worlds. If he is the sun in the sky, he is destined to compose a unique music on this earth.

What Wanting didn't expect was that Nangong Fan, who was only one side of her, although she thought that as long as he didn't have an accident, he would rise, but she didn't expect him to rise so fast.

If a comet sweeps across the sea of stars, it will fly away directly without the slightest nostalgia, leaving countless legends behind.

And Nangong Fan, the only geisha he has patronized in the Nether, has also become a sought after existence by countless people.

Countless wild histories have left her famous.

At that time, she regretted for the first time that she was just a geisha.

Unfortunately, if it weren't for the geisha, there wouldn't have been this imperfect encounter.