"You...... You! You actually killed Deacon Wu?! ”

One of the several forging masters who had shown obvious hostility towards Xia Fan subconsciously exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, he is a Martial King after all, and I am only a first-grade Martial Sect right now, so in the face of Deacon Wu's sudden and obvious hostility to burst out of vitality, I instinctively chose to strike first. Otherwise, once Deacon Wu does something to me, I will not have any ability to resist at all, and I deeply regret Deacon Wu's death. ”

Xia Fan said this, but there was no regret on his face.

As for Han Dejun, who was kneeling on the ground, he already looked stupid, staring blankly at the puddle of meat and mud piled up on the ground by Wu Yong's corpse, trembling like a sifting chaff.

"Let it go...... Fart! You obviously deliberately wanted to kill Deacon Wu! Although Deacon Wu released a body of vitality fluctuations, his original intention was only to put pressure on you, and he didn't have any intention of making a move at all! You're not stupid, can't you even see this! ”

The blacksmith exclaimed angrily.

"That's right, I'm just a first-grade martial artist, but Deacon Wu is a martial king, you can go to Kyoto Mansion right now to beat the drum and complain, saying that a first-grade martial artist deliberately killed a martial king face to face, you see if Kyoto Mansion will believe what you say."

Xia Fan rolled his eyes.

The blacksmith was breathless, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Because if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been impossible for anyone to believe that a first-grade martial arts sect ...... Able to kill a martial king.

The killer of the black hand may be able to do it, but it must be in the dark of night, and in the case of surprise, the probability of success is definitely very low.

Like Xia Fan, face to face, he killed a martial king with one move......

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for a first-rank martial sect to be able to do it.

What's going on?

"Han Dejun, do you have anything else to say?"

Xia Fan didn't pay attention to the somewhat speechless forger, but looked at Han Dejun who was in a state of distraction in front of him, and asked.

"Huh? I? President Xia spares his life! Please...... Please give me another chance! ”

Han Dejun finally woke up from his daze, looking at the puddle of meat in front of him, the whole person leaned back, moved back a few steps with his hands and feet, and begged for mercy loudly at the same time.

"Since there is nothing else to say, then please die too."

Xia Fan glanced at Han Dejun with some disgust, and then raised his hand to shake Han Dejun hard!

Han Dejun immediately felt as if his body was suddenly wrapped in a cloud of formless and phaseless qi!

And with Xia Fan's strong handshake, this mass of qi suddenly squeezed him in the middle! While suffocating him instantly, his body also felt pain that could not be described in words!

The only thing to be thankful for is that he didn't feel this pain for long, because it was just a moment, and his body exploded under the squeeze of that vitality!

The few forging masters who were hostile to Xia Fan, due to the-for-tat confrontation between Wu Yong and Xia Fan before, all took a few steps forward, so that they were closest to Han Dejun one by one, so Han Dejun exploded so violently, and those things that sprayed out the internal organs and blood and brains immediately spilled several people......

"Ahh

For a while, several people hurriedly pulled the remains of those limbs hanging on their bodies to the ground.

Although the strongest of them already has the realm of a martial king, and the weakest is also a high-grade martial sect, just like most forgers, martial arts cultivation is completely for the purpose of forging itself, although their realm is high, they actually don't have much actual combat ability, and naturally they haven't seen much blood.

Therefore, such a scene is really exciting for them.

"President Song, this is the end of Han Dejun's affairs. I regret the death of Deacon Wu, but it is only a regret. I don't think it's a good thing to have something like this in a group. Everyone belongs to this group, and the interests of the group are our common interests, and if within a group, all kinds of careful thinking dominate, then there is undoubtedly no benefit to the group. ”

Xia Fan turned his head to look at Song Changlong, but these words were said to all the forging masters in the courtyard.

"I will do my best to improve your forging level, because this is in the interests of the group, in addition to the 'Great Blood Style', in the next time, I will also teach you other forging skills, as well as the 'Thousand Hundred Splits' in the three top hammer methods, and the 'Great Blood Style', the 'Thousand Hundred Splits' requirements for skills are far less high than the 'Void Fix', so I have the confidence to teach you."

Hearing Xia Fan say these words again, the atmosphere in the courtyard that had been cold because Xia Fan killed two people in a row instantly became feverish again.

Although the forgers present did not say anything, they could judge from the changes in their eyes that for these forgers, compared with the benefits that Xia Fan could bring them, the deaths of Wu Yong and Han Dejun were really not even a fart.

Even those Wu Yong diehards felt heartbroken because of what Xia Fan said, let alone others.

"But there is a premise, we must be one! No one wants to be betrayed after giving, and I'm not a saint who can tolerate someone who has learned something from me and then uses it against me. So, I hope you understand. ”

"Xia Fan, calm your anger, isn't the person who doesn't have long eyes already dead, everyone still agrees with you. There are indeed people who only care about their own interests in the group, but after all, they are very few, and there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big, but you have to believe that the vast majority of people in the group are still very sensible. ”

Xia Fan said coldly, but Song Changlong cooperated tacitly to start a round.

In addition, Song Changlong pretended to persuade Xia Fan while squeezing his eyebrows at the other forging masters, and suddenly the other forging masters opened their mouths to show their loyalty.

Xia Fan and Song Changlong, one of whom sang red face and one person sang black face, obviously the effect was extremely good, and the other forging masters had completely considered Xia Fan, while those Wu Yong diehards had complicated faces one by one.

Because Wu Yong's death has made them lose their biggest support, if they continue to fight with Xia Fan...... It seems that nothing good is at all and at the same time not in their own interests.

But if you just give in...... It seems to be too shameless.

"In this way, I still have something to say to President Xia alone. Let's disperse first, everyone needs to find a place to think about these things learned today, and think about it quietly, as for Deacon Wu and Han Dejun, I will personally go to Kyoto Mansion in a while to explain the cause of death of the two of them, and everyone will not care. ”

Song Changlong clapped his hands and put an end to this matter.

Whether it was the other forgers, or a few diehards of Wu Yong, they naturally had no opinion on Song Changlong's decision, and left the courtyard one after another.