What a strong anger!

Bai Nannan was shocked, he had never seen Meng Fan like this, his heart was crushed, he was still clutching his hands, his hands were full of blood, and he didn't care. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the train station to the courtyard of the Buddha in Xicheng District, it can be said that the people I saw along the way were panicked, and it didn't take long for the police cars to roar past several cars.

There are rumors everywhere, people are talking about it, and it can be said that everyone is in danger. Regarding the Yanjing Rebellion, no one died, one was robbed, and there was a big war, and the police, the Guard Department, and the fugitives were killed and injured each other.

But these are all Xiao Luo, not to mention that Meng Fan can easily take them down if Bai Nannan makes a move, but this sentence makes Bai Nannan's heart cold.

Someone said: "I heard that the two heads of the Qin family and the Ning family and the other two are very great characters, all of them were defeated, and they fought with an old man for a day and a night, and I heard that they were all killed." ”

This was like saying this to her deliberately, Bai Nannan immediately grabbed Meng Fan, and refused to let him go no matter what. The two heads of the Qin family and the Ning family are dead, they are the people who are extremely high on the national art list, and there are two other people, the four of them have joined forces, and they have never beaten Xue Ao.

It can be seen how powerful the old neuropathy is, Meng Fan went, she was not sure if it was Xue Ao's opponent. This kind of thing, she doesn't dare to bet and doesn't want to bet. Because if you lose the bet, you will lose Meng Fan's life.

Meng Fan is definitely going to go, Feng Xiaoxiao has already had an accident once, and he will never allow a second time. And if it weren't for the big yellow dog staying at home, the last time the Buddha took his brother, I don't know how many people would have been kidnapped.

So, the Buddha must die!

When I walked to the door of the courtyard and pushed the door open, a sense of murder came to my face. The courtyard was like a big riot, the wall collapsed, the old locust tree in the courtyard was broken at the waist, and the ground was full of broken bricks and several deep pits.

It was all blasted out with fists, half a foot deep, and the broken tables, chairs, and sawdust were everywhere.

Four men, covered in wounds, fell to the ground, almost half dead.

These four were Qin Mu and Ning Chuan, the four top ten masters of the national arts list joined forces, and they were all defeated. And the old neuropathy Xue Ao didn't have many scars on his body at all.

There is blood, but it is not his, so to speak, substantial damage, no harm at all.

He was squatting in front of the four of them, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue and staring at Meng Fan, and in an instant, he was like a flood beast, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty and cruel gaze, and he could pounce at any time.

"You are Meng Fan? Young man, you are indeed very strong, no wonder the Buddha said that no one can kill you. It turns out that you are the descendant of the lineage of cultivators. Xue Ao stared at Meng Fan like a bloodthirsty madman.

When Meng Fan saw the four people lying on the ground, the expression on his face did not change much, it can be said that even if there were a hundred people lying down, he was not afraid of Xue Ao. Unexpectedly, Xue Ao recognized him as a monk at first sight.

Ever since he cultivated, the first person to see his secret was the mysterious old lama who could predict the future in Tibet. It was a monk who attained the Tao, and after being cremated, twelve relics were burned.

It can be seen that he is a cultivator, Meng Fan is not surprised.

But this person can also see it, which makes him puzzled. Could it be that he is now so easily seen casually?

Just when Meng Fan was puzzled, he suddenly felt that the pocket of his windbreaker was hot, and when he took it out, he remembered that it was from the Xuanjing. Since I got this mirror from the cat demon, I haven't figured out what it's for, and I wanted to ask the old lama, but the old lama said that he would be reincarnated, and he wouldn't even give him a chance.

Now Lixuanjing suddenly became hot, and, after shining on the old neuropathy, two blood-red fonts appeared on the smooth mirror surface, the same as the words on the back of the Xuanjing, it is a very ancient font, Meng Fan knows: Martial artist!

Meng Fan was stunned, what is a martial artist?

"You're a warrior?" Meng Fan asked, grinning with white teeth, he didn't mind asking the enemy for clarification. If you don't understand, just ask.

The old neurotic Xue Hao smiled quite evilly, and he said: "Boy, even if you have a little knowledge, the old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, and no one has recognized me as a martial artist for a long time." ”

He's really a warrior!!

Meng Fan was even more surprised, not because of the martial artist, but because the old neurotic admitted it, which meant that the Xuanjing was right. For a while, Meng Fan guessed a lot. He didn't know what Li Xuanjing was for, but now Li Xuanjing had a reaction, which seemed to be related to Xue Ao's identity.

"What is a warrior?" Meng Fan asked.

Xue Ao grinned bloodthirsty and said, "If you can defeat me, I'll tell you." ”

With that, he got his hands dirty.

Meng Fan put away the Xuanjing and quickly dodged Xue Hao's punch, which was empty, but it still had the sound of explosion. There was a bang, and it hit the air.

"Meng Fan, be careful, he has practiced his strength, don't let him hurt you." Bai Nannan had already dodged away, and looking at Xue Ao's punch, the space was distorted. It was the energy, stirring the air, forming an air cannon-like fist, so there was the sound of explosion.

No wonder there are so many pits on the ground, this punch hitting the wall is not a problem at all.

With a punch in the air, Xue Ao stiffly restrained his body, and suddenly turned around and threw another punch at Meng Fan. His fists are like those made of steel and iron, very thin, skinny and bone-covered, but with incomparable strength, the wind blows in his face, and it is quite lethal.

Touch!

Meng Fan didn't dodge this time, he also threw a punch, his fists met, and the violent sound vibrated the sound waves, Meng Fan only felt an invisible wave of qi coming from Xue Ao's fist, stirring his muscles painful!

After retreating several steps, Meng Fan stabilized his figure.

"Boy, if you don't show the strength of a cultivator, I will let you die a miserable death." Xue Ao squinted his eyes and said arrogantly. He does have the capital to be arrogant, and this punch directly broke two phalanges for Meng Fan.

From his advancement to the Jindan realm, even the hair like a cat demon steel needle couldn't hurt him, but he was broken by Xue Ao's punch.

"If I do my best, you'll die a miserable death." Meng Fan followed his finger bones with a cautious expression. Xue Ao can be said to be the strongest person he has encountered, far surpassing the old men of the Xu family.

He even believed that if he really wanted to fight him, he would inevitably have a color on his body, but if he died, then hehe, compared with the cat demon, Xue Ao was a little worse!

"Big talk, I can't save you!"

Xue Ao sneered, pounced again, he jumped up, three meters above the ground, the wind was howling, and before the fist arrived, the bloodthirsty and terrifying momentum was already in his face.