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Hearing this, Ji Wuye's face twitched violently, looking at the bewitching man's appearance of scratching his head and posing, he wanted to kill the other party.

"Hmph," Ji Wuye snorted coldly and left with his sleeves brushed up.

And the next big battle has finally kicked off.

The abbot of Shaomu Mountain, the golden body he relied on, was only to resist Xiao Fan for a moment.

The river was broken and the sea was divided, but its golden body had been broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and it had already received serious injuries.

And the rest of the people, if they want to stop Xiao Fan, it is better to be slaughtered by Xiao Fan, and they will come simply.

The blade slashed across his neck, and the blood bloomed, and after a massacre in the north, the blood-colored sky was once again blurred at Mt. Shaomuro.

"Hmph," a cold snort came.

Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Has the main master finally appeared?" ”

An old monk had already appeared in the field, that person, Xiao Fan had seen, when he was a child, and wanted to forcibly take him away from the old bald donkey.

"Old bald donkey, do you remember me?" Xiao Fan chuckled.

"You are?" The old monk looked at Xiao Fan and asked.

"The little boy who was almost robbed by you in the Xiao family back then," Xiao Fan grinned.

"It's you." The old monk's eyes changed, and he didn't know what he remembered.

"Haha, it's me, what you said back then, I still remember it vividly." Xiao Fan grinned.

"What?" The old monk asked.

"You say, I have a relationship with the Buddha." Xiao Fan said with a smile.

"But it's fate, in less than two months, I have climbed to the top of Shaolin twice." Xiao Fan chuckled.

"It's useless to say more, today's old man, there will be a donor's tricks, legend, the donor and Nalan Wudao are not equal, Nalan Wudao is still helpless to my Supreme Pavilion, today, look at you, you Huangkou Ruzi, how many catties and taels do you have, dare to come to my Supreme Pavilion to provoke." The old monk snorted coldly.

The robe was torn, revealing the tight-fitting clothes inside.

"Hehe," Xiao Fan chuckled.

The two quickly fought to one place, and the golden body of the old monk was more than a step stronger than that of the abbot of Shaomuro Mountain.

The blade slashed, and the sound of gold and iron resounded in the field.

Xiao Fan let out a soft roar, and a gorgeous knife curtain bloomed in his hand.

With a muffled snort, the old monk fell to the ground in embarrassment, his arm dripping with blood.

On the top of the mountain, the bewitching man who saw this scene stretched out his tongue, crossed his red lips, and his bewitching face was full of charm, "It's so strong." The voluptuous man muttered in a low voice.

"So strong?" What an ambiguous term.

"Don't hit him with the thought, you're going to die ugly." Nangong Ruoxi said coldly.

Ji Wuye, a bewitching man can flirt, she will be happy to watch the excitement, but Xiao Fan, it is not good, she will feel disgusted when she thinks about it, looking at the man, Nangong Ruoxi is murderous.

Who is he? Why climb to the top of Songshan Mountain late at night?

The mysterious identity and strange words and deeds are enough to make Nangong Ruoxi jealous.

Hearing this, the man chuckled, and his bewitching face changed slightly.

"A little girl from the Xuanyuan clan dares to kill me in vain? Even if the head of the Xuanyuan family comes, he is afraid and he doesn't dare to speak like this, if it weren't for the sake of you being his woman, I would have sent you to reincarnation with today's words. The words fell, and the bewitching man drifted away.

"Shaomu Mountain, but Er'er, is far worse than Nalan Wudao." Xiao Fan chuckled lightly and stood proudly with a knife.

"Old monk, call out a few others, you are not my opponent." Xiao Fan chuckled.

"What a crazy young man." A cold snort came, and a group of four people fell into the field.

The five major pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion are fully revealed.

For decades, the only way to make the five pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion attack at the same time is to have no way to deal with Nalan.

Today, there is one more Xiao Fan.

Regardless of victory or defeat, Xiao Fan's name can be regarded as truly resounding all over the world.

If it is said that there is a battle with Nalan Wudao, Nalan Wudao still has spare strength.

So now, the five pavilion masters are exhausted, but it is enough to prove everything.

After being startled by the bewitching man, Xuanyuan Butterfly Dance quickly returned to normal, and there are not many people who talk big in the world.

And the battle below has finally begun.

Xiao Fan used one enemy to fight and at the same time faced the siege of the five pinnacle masters of China.

A war, a hearty war.

Besides, Ji Wuye, after being molested by a man, he didn't have the heart to watch the show, he really couldn't stand the strange gaze of Xuanyuan Butterfly Dance.

"Bad luck," Ji Wuye scolded secretly.

On the way out of Shaomuro Mountain, he met an old man, a thin old man, with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone.

"Are you a kid of the Ji family?" The old man asked.

Ji Wuye's eyes changed, "It's me, how?" Ji Wuye waited intently.

The old man turned around and looked at Ji Wuye, under the moonlight, the old man's thin face was clearly tight.

If Xiao Fan was here, he would definitely know that the old man was the old servant of the Xiao family.

"Young people, play the game, follow the rules, don't play any bad ideas, this game of chess, you can't touch it, that's all you say, don't make mistakes." The old servant said lightly.

"Hmph, my Ji family is a Tiansuan clan, so there is a chess game that can't be touched?" Ji Wuye snorted coldly.

"Huaxia chess, I really want to come down and take a look." Ji Wuye snorted coldly.

When the words fall, people go away.

The old servant looked at Ji Wuye's back with a smile and a sly arc in his eyes.

Immediately looked at the mountain, at this moment, Xiao Fan was fighting with the five pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion.

"With the strength of the little young master, even if he can't win, he won't lose, between victory and defeat, but five or five, I don't know if that old guy is still alive?" The old servant touched his chin and muttered in a low voice.

"Even if you're alive, you won't be able to make a move." The old servant said secretly in his heart.

However, I can't put my mind at ease.

He waited at the foot of this small room mountain.

When the sky was hazy, Xiao Fan finally dragged his tired steps down the mountain, covered in blood, and his spirit was extremely sluggish.

The old servant looked at Xiao Fan's figure secretly, "Immortality is invincible, sooner or later, you will reach the top." The old servant muttered in a low voice.

Xiao Fan came to the spring in the mountains, washed the blood stains on his body, and finally simply soaked his body in the water.

The cold spring water stimulated Xiao Fan's tired nerves.

Gently closing his eyes, his mind was full of details of that battle.

If he fights with one of them, Xiao Fan asks himself, and he is sure of winning.

But five people shot at the same time, but it was a different situation.

The five-person joint attack is not just as simple as one plus one equals two.

No wonder it is as strong as Nalan Wudao, and he has not been able to reach the top and destroy the Supreme Pavilion so far.

The five of them joined forces, but they had something unique.

"It's just that this account is not over yet," Xiao Fan sneered.

Because Xiao Rudao is still alive.

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