Late at night, in Longlai Restaurant, in the No. 1 room of Tianzi, Zhang Fan looked at Mu Qing'er who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of distress.

"Nizi, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."

Zhang Fan's five fingers were clenched, and his nails pierced deeply into the flesh and blood in his hands, and he was still unconscious.

Knort.

A murderous atmosphere enveloped the entire room, and Zhang Fan's pupils had a little more killing intent.

"Get out."

Zhang Fan turned around and looked directly at the location of the eaves.

"Yes, you can actually detect my breath, and you have some ability."

On the eaves, a gust of wind blew, and a young man dressed in white with a handsome face stepped out, and the young man carried a giant sword on his back, and the breath of killing on the giant sword passed.

"Who are you, did Qiu Luotian send someone to kill me, or did Hu Xue send someone to kill me?"

Zhang Fan's eyes were locked on the comer, and in his memory, Zhang Fan had only offended these two forces.

"They are also worthy, remember that my name is Pang Jian, the one who came to kill you."

The corners of Pang Jian's mouth showed a hint of disdain, and he said domineeringly.

And Zhang Fan was stunned, "You are from the City Lord's Mansion, just because I refused Pang Jiu's invitation, Pang Jiu will kill me." ”

Zhang Fan couldn't believe it.

"That's right, the city lord can afford to give you the position of commander, but you are looking for death, and you dare to refuse the invitation of the city lord, this is the price you have to pay."

Pang Jian said, the corners of his mouth were not unnatural, as if all this was extremely ordinary.

"Haha, what a domineering city lord, just because I refused his invitation, he wanted my Zhang Fan's life, it's ridiculous that he pretends to be generous during the day, Pang Jiu is a villain at all."

Raging anger burned in Zhang Fan's chest.

"Hmm."

Pang Jian frowned, "With your words, you already deserve to die, and the weak have no right to speak." ”

Pang Jian's words fell, and he split out with one palm, and Xiao Xuan's artistic conception locked on Zhang Fan.

"In the early days of the Martial King's Five Grades, Yuan Li was so strong."

Zhang Fan's face became cold, compared to Qiu Ye and Qiu Longtian, Pang Jian's strength was real, and Qiu Ye and Qiu Longtian didn't even have the qualifications to compare with Pang Jian.

"Get out."

Under Pang Jian's disdainful gaze, Zhang Fan blasted out with a punch, and the Heaven Swallowing Gong ran to the limit, and under the three qi strengths, the fist that rushed to the sky was like thunder.

Suddenly they collided.

Knort.

An air explosion sounded.

Zhang Fan and Pang Jian took a few steps back in the air, and Pang Jian's originally indifferent eyes changed slightly.

"You're damned."

Injured by an ant in one eye, Pang Jian thought it was a great shame, and the giant sword behind him was out of the body, and the atmosphere of Xiao Killing merged with the sword momentum that rushed to the sky.

"The realm of the unity of man and sword."

There was a little more change in Zhang Fan's eyes.

From memory, the top Tianjiao of the City Lord's Mansion was definitely not the person in front of him, but Pang Jian did step into the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and obviously his talent was not weaker than Qiu Ling'er of the Qiu family and Hu Hui of the Hu family.

The strength of the City Lord's Mansion is indeed the strongest.

"It's ridiculous, you think that if you treat others as ants, you can kill them at will, but if you find yourself as an ant again, I don't know what kind of ridiculous expression it will have on its face."

Zhang Fan said.

After stepping out of the Wind Blue Country, Zhang Fan encountered many so-called Tianjiao who did not regard the lives of others, they were all proud of their talents, and they were born with arrogance that was higher than others, thus ignoring the lives of others.

"With these words of yours, your death today is already doomed."

Pang Jian's eyes became full of murderous intent, yes, but as Zhang Fan said, he Pang Jian relied on this talent to ignore the lives of others.

In Pang Jian's eyes, he is the pride of the sky, the peak powerhouse who will step into the realm of emperors in the future, how can his life be compared to the ants in his eyes.

"Chop."

The greatsword slashed out in the air.

The terrifying sword momentum came with this sword towards Zhang Fan, and there was only this sword between heaven and earth.

Pang Jian's eyes showed a hint of happiness, he was extremely confident in the power of this sword, Pang Jian thought that under this sword, Zhang Fan would definitely die, and there was no other possibility.

"It's ridiculous, your so-called Tianjiao is relying on this talent to disregard the lives of others, today I will let you see what the real talent is, your talent is nothing in my Zhang Fan's eyes."

Zhang Fan stepped out step by step, and with each step, the fist momentum on his body condensed and strengthened by one point.

After taking three steps, the fist that rushed to the sky rose up, like a sharp sword, instantly pressing the sword momentum that Pang Jian was proud of.

The sword snapped, and then broke inch by inch.

Gathering this killing intent, Zhang Fan punched out.

"Ridiculous, pathetic, now you are an ant in my eyes, your so-called talent is worthless in my Zhang Fan, I am qualified to kill you."

Rumble.

Pang Jian's face still had a look of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth still showed a hint of regret, at the last moment of his life, Pang Jian regretted it, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine to take in this world.

The murderous atmosphere faded away, and with it, a cold corpse fell.

Zhang Fan walked up to the corpse, took out the storage ring, and then dragged Pang Jiu's corpse with one hand to dissipate into the room.

Half an hour later, Zhang Fan went and returned, with a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth.

"Pang Jiu, you know my Zhang Fan's temperament, you have already decided to kill me Zhang Fan, so you are ready to bear my Zhang Fan's revenge, in the Nine Heavens Secret Realm, I will not leave any of the Tianjiao of the City Lord's Mansion."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Fan started his day's homework, and the operation of the Heaven Swallowing Gong began to open up the next energy.

Tonight, destined to be a sleepless night, in the city lord's mansion, in a courtyard, a majestic figure stood proudly, and the owner of the figure still had a trace of coldness at the corner of his mouth at this time.

"Zhang Fan, no one has ever rejected me Pang Jiu can live."

Pang Jiu said domineeringly, this is not the first time Pang Jiu has done such an incident.

Tread, stompe, trample.

A slight sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of the wind came from far to near, followed by a figure in a blue robe walked out.

This is a young man, with a handsome face, belonging to the type that men are jealous of, a pair of sword eyebrows add a bit of charm to him, and what is even more terrifying is that the young man takes a step, and a compelling sword momentum will impact it, and its compelling strength makes it impossible to look at him.

"Yuan'er, you're here."

Pang Jiu looked at this young man, Pang Yuan, was Pang Jiu's pride, and it was also the pride of the entire Burning Sun City.

"Father, if the sword brother makes a move, it will be foolproof, and Zhang Fan will definitely die."

Pang Yuan's domineering words.

Pang Yuan inherited Pang Jiu's domineering, and Pang Yuan's talent is more terrifying than Pang Jiu, to some extent, Pang Yuan is more dangerous than Pang Jiu.

"This is natural, Pang Jian's strength is enough to compete with the mid-stage powerhouse of the Martial King's Five Ranks, and it is naturally more than enough to kill a Zhang Fan."

Pang Jiu opened his mouth and directly sentenced Zhang Fan to death.