Wu Yanfang no longer cares if Meng Fan comes back or not, the matter is revealed, and there is nothing to hide. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info She only hates Bai Nannan for killing her brother, and she can't wait for these people to die here and bury Wu Jisai.

"You are Meng Fan, I heard that you are also a little skilled. I just don't know if you're good enough to talk big! Wu Kui's expression was grim, he didn't need Wu Fang to say, he didn't plan to let Meng Fan go, tonight, everyone who knew about this matter would die.

plotting to seize the property of the Tibetan king, if the Wu family's move is spread out, how can the other families give up. Now that Wu Jisai is dying for this matter, he can't be allowed to die in vain.

"You'll know right away." Meng Fan said, he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and suddenly made a move, as a cultivator in the Jindan Realm, he was just a black kui, and he couldn't look down on it.

Even if he is good at kung fu, what can he do. Meng Fan's aura belonging to the Jindan Realm was surging, and the terrifying coercion instantly enveloped everyone present.

Dozens of Wu family masters were stunned in an instant, and Meng Fan didn't look like a person at all in their eyes, because it was impossible for people to have such a terrifying aura. The height of more than one meter and seven points, in their eyes, was as tall as seeing a mountain, and the terrifying momentum made them almost fall to the ground.

After all, Wu Kui is a master, and his martial arts are indeed not weak, and he does not have his name on the national arts list, but if there is, he is enough to rank in the top five. The moment he saw Meng Fan's sudden change in momentum, he knew that he was underestimating Meng Fan. But now, he can't be cowardly, once he retreats, he will lose even worse.

Tightening the halberd in his hand, Wu Jisai's palms broke out in a cold sweat, and he shouted: "Fang Fang, go home with your brother's body immediately, and tell your eldest brother to leave Tibet!" ”

He rushed over and took the lead in making a move, wanting to block Meng Fan for Wu Fang and give her enough time to escape.

But the gap is too big, Meng Fan is unarmed, and it is still not something that Wu Kui can contend with. Although the halberd in Ukui's hand was swung into a propeller, and the afterimages were connected together, and the strength was as great as thunder, he still grabbed it.

Ren Wukui exerted all his strength, and Meng Fan's hand was like a steel hoop, grabbing the halberd and not moving.

The next moment, he made a move, like a streamer, and instantly rushed to Ukui, a simple straight punch, without any fancy movements. Wu Kui could even clearly see that the fist was approaching, but he had no time to dodge it completely, and was smashed in the face by Meng Fan's punch, and his nosebleed flew in an instant. Half of his teeth were lost.

Touch!

Wu Kui was not only punched in the face, but also beaten several times in the chest, thanks to his decades of martial arts practice and strong body, otherwise he would have become a human cake. Even if it weren't like that, he wasn't much better, his sternum was completely broken, and his internal organs were pierced.

Seeing that there was definitely no combat power, Meng Fan stopped and didn't want him to die, turned his head and glanced at dozens of masters, all of them put down their weapons, and looked at Meng Fan's eyes and felt terrible.

"Wu Fang, if my father has a good one, don't even think about escaping from any of your Wu family!" Dorje Paran gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Let me see Zao first." Meng Fan said that with Bai Nannan watching here, none of these thirty or so people could escape.

Zao's condition is very bad, he is dozens of years old in an instant, he is weak, and it is difficult to open his eyes, let alone speak. It's really like having a serious illness, and it's terminally ill.

"Abba, how are you feeling?" Dorjee Paran's tears crackled down, the king of Zao was fine a few days ago, and it only took a long time for him to be harmed like this by Wu Yifang. What did he say about the herald to let her marry Wu Jisai, but he didn't have the strength to open his mouth, and he couldn't say a complete word at all.

"You go out first, I'll save him." Meng Fan said.

Dorje Paran nodded, very worried, but he still walked out of the door, slapped Wu Fang's face, and scolded: "Slut, you are not even as good as a snake and scorpion." My Abba spoils you so much, this is how you repay him, and there will be no need for the existence of the Wu family in Tibet in the future! ”

The general trend has gone, Wu Yifang has planned and arranged for a few years, but when he saw that he was about to succeed, he was easily destroyed by Meng Fan. Waiting for her fate, you can imagine.

It didn't take long for Meng Fan to come out, the door opened, and the king had completely recovered his former demeanor. He couldn't even tell that he had been seriously ill and was in good spirits.

"Mingzhu, bring her in." Zao said.

"Abba, are you alright?" Dorje Paran asked.

Zao waved his hand, sighed, and said, "You go out first." ”

Dorje Paran pushed Wu Fang to the ground, snorted coldly, turned the door shut, and retreated.

Not long after, the sound of Wu Fang's pleading came from the room, and she begged the king to spare her. After more than ten minutes, the door opened, and the king walked out, and Wu Fang fell to the ground, his face like ashes.

"Zao, spare your life!" There are more than 30 people, there are also masters of the Wu family, and there are also masters of the Zang family. They all knelt down and begged the king to spare them.

"This matter was planned by the Wu family sisters and brothers and Wu Kui, and it has nothing to do with anyone else, so you all get up." Zao said.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Abba, you can't let them go, the Wu family won't be only known to the Wu Fang sisters and brothers, they must all be involved." Dorjee Paran said.

The king of Zao is not Dorje Paran, he has a lot of factors to consider, and he can't pursue the responsibility of the Wu family to the end. Even if it is no longer a feudal dynasty, the families in the Tibetan border are not equally involved. Of course, he knew that the Wu family must have been involved in this matter, but he couldn't get to the end.

The masters of the Wu family, except for those who were killed by Bai Nannan, all left the masters, and the remaining masters of the Zang family who betrayed the king of Zao, the king of Zao did not want to hold them accountable, so he left the Zang family.

Early the next morning, Wu Luo, Wu Fang's father, came to the door to plead guilty.

The king of Zao did not embarrass him, and did not want to pursue the matter. But Wu Yifang is dead and hanged herself, and her death changed the peace of the Wu family.

"Meng Fan, thank you this time. Thanks to you, otherwise my life would have been lost. After dealing with these things, the king called Meng Fan and Bai Nannan to the study and said, "And the eldest lady of the Bai family, thank you for helping the Zang family." ”

"Zao is polite, we are friends with Dorje Paran, and we should help." Meng Fan said.

"Just friends?" The king said, looking at the dzi on Meng Fan's wrist, it was the heirloom of their Zang family, thousands of years, Dorjee Paran gave it to Meng Fan, and Meng Fan also accepted it, but it was not as simple as a friend.

"Just friends." Meng Fan said, took off the dzi bracelet, put it in front of the king of Zao, and then said: "I just kept this bracelet on behalf of Dorje Palan, and now it should be returned to the original owner, as for the veil matter, it is I don't know if I can uncover it in order to save her, and please don't embarrass me." ”

The king smiled, did not take the dzi, just glanced at it, and said, "Forget it, you young people's affairs, you will handle it yourself." No matter what you do with Mingzhu, you have helped our Zang family, and you will be the eternal friend of the Tibetan people in the future. If you encounter difficulties in the future, I will help you no matter what. ”

"Thank you, then we'll go back, I've bothered King Zao these days, and it's time to go back to Yanjing." Meng Fan said that the spirit boy could only ask the Tibetan King to help him find it for the time being, and he had no time to continue looking.

There is only half a year left before the appointed date, and his time can be said to be very urgent.

"You're always welcome to come back." Zao said.

As soon as he left the study, he saw Dorje Paran standing outside the door.