Zhao Yishan had a cruel look on his face, and waved his stick.

It was very light, when Lin Fan was in his heyday, such a stick, even if it hit his body, it would not cause any damage.

But now it was different, after being poisoned by Zhao Yishan's careful blending, the wine and vegetables were mixed and became a deadly poison, making Lin Fan's blood flow freely, and the true qi in his body was also very weak.

At this time, Lin Fan, compared with an eighty-year-old woman, I am afraid that it is not as good, his body is soft, although he wants to move, but he just doesn't listen to him much.

"It's close!"

Seeing the finger-thick steel rod, Lin Fan tried his best to dodge.

The Taixuan Wuji Sutra was running slowly, and the only remaining trace of true qi still did not dissipate.

Lin Fan panicked, slowly controlled his body, and shifted to the side, trying to dodge the steel rod that Zhao Yishan swung down.

"Phew"

The steel rod still hit Lin Fan's body, and the pain made him grin.

Although it was supposed to be a stick to the head, it suddenly dodged at the critical moment, but it still fell on his shoulder.

It was as if the pain of bones was about to break, hitting every corner of his body, making him suddenly sober up a little, and the sticky blood also accelerated the flow speed because of this stick.

"You can still dodge, it's worthy of Lin Fan!"

Zhao Yishan was stunned, showing a surprised expression.

But then, he waved his stick again, without saying a word, and slapped it vigorously and heavily on Lin Fan's body.

Lin Fan could see clearly that the stick was still aimed at his head and wanted to kill him, but at the moment when the stick fell, Lin Fan avoided it and hit his ear, and the flesh and blood were blurred immediately, so it was not terrifying.

"Hide, I'll see how you hide!"

The two sticks in a row were dodged by Lin Fan, and Zhao Yishan was furious.

waved the steel rod one after another, and whipped it on Lin Fan's body, one after another, if it weren't for Lin Fan's training, his body was strong, far beyond ordinary people, it is estimated that his muscles and bones would have been broken.

The stick was whipped on Lin Fan's body like rain, making him sweat in pain.

He gritted his teeth and endured silently, and at the same time he was mobilizing the blood in his body with all his might, due to the injury of his body, the blood splashed, and the originally sticky blood seemed to have found a breakthrough, and the flow rate was fast.

The speed of blood circulation began to slowly recover, especially under the beating of sticks one after another, as if the whole body was being opened, Lin Fan, who was deeply poisoned, began to clear his mind, and the Taixuan Wuji Sutra was also running at full strength, and a faint true qi flow was running all over his body.

Lin Fan did not protect his whole body with his true qi, but used the whipping of the steel rod as much as possible to relieve the current uncontrollable passive situation of his body.

"If you have the ability, you will knock me to death with a stick!"

Knowing that being beaten is beneficial to detoxification, Lin Fan once again angered Zhao Yishan.

Zhao Yishan was still calm, like a cold-blooded killer, staring at Lin Fan's body with a calm expression.

The place where the stick was whipped had already opened the flesh, and pools of black blood flowed down the clothes, and the injury was very serious, and it was estimated that ordinary people would have passed out long ago, but Lin Fan became more and more energetic, as if it was not him, but someone else.

This situation made Zhao Yishan even more angry, thinking of this hateful guy who took away his first place, the steel rod in his hand once again increased his strength, and slammed it all over Lin Fan's body.

Every time it was aimed at Lin Fan's head, it was so powerful that he could knock a person unconscious with a stick.

It's just that every stick fell on Lin Fan's back without exception, and did not hit Lin Fan's head, although the injury was more and more serious, but Lin Fan was secretly happy.

The Taixuan Wuji Sutra is a magical exercise, and Lin Fan still doesn't know how magical it is when he cultivates until now.

Every time Lin Fan was in trouble, the Taixuan Wuji Sutra could always make him desperate, and finally come to a Jedi counterattack, which was also Lin Fan's greatest reliance in the world.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Lin Fan endured silently, dodging the ferocious attack, but he was also thinking about it in his heart.

The speed of blood circulation is getting faster and faster, and he feels that the thing in his body that makes him extremely dull is about to be forced out of his body with the blood being forced out of the body by the true qi, and he only needs a few more strengths to be able to return to the peak again.

Under the operation of Taixuan Wuji's true qi, a majestic force wrapped in blood, trying hard to force the poisonous substance to flow out of the body, and the pores of the whole body could no longer bear this load, so the steel rod in Zhao Yishan's hand was the best external force.

Every time Zhao Yishan, no matter whether the skin and flesh are broken or not,

But there was always an external force that took away the poisonous surname in Lin Fan's body, and the whole body became more and more flexible.

"Do you dare not be as powerless as tickling?"

Although Lin Fan's flesh and blood were blurred, he still laughed at Zhao Yishan.

Zhao Yishan's face was gloomy, he didn't expect to be ridiculed by Lin Fan at this time, and stopped the stick in his hand and looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan at this moment can only be described as miserable, except for the head, almost no part of the whole body is good, although the stick is not thick, but the damage is not small.

However, what Zhao Yishan couldn't figure out was that even if the skin was open, Lin Fan's bones were not broken, and his spirit was becoming more and more vigorous, which was different from the malaise of his whole body after poisoning.

"I will fulfill you!"

Zhao Yishan dropped a sentence, turned around and walked into the grave.

Lin Fan wanted to find out what he was doing, but his keen senses were dull and he couldn't detect it at all.

After three or a few minutes, just when Lin Fan was extremely eager for Zhao Yishan to whip for a while to get rid of the poison on his body, Zhao Yishan didn't know where to move a large piece of tombstone, that kind of granite tombstone.

The weight is very heavy, Zhao Yishan's small body moved for a long time, it took a lot of effort, and his head was full of sweat before he moved this tombstone.

"Are you scared?"

Seeing Lin Fan's stunned expression, Zhao Yishan asked coldly.

Lin Fan didn't make a sound, he still struggled to run the Taixuan Wuji Sutra, not daring to be careless.

He was shocked by this tombstone, and he didn't dare to hold it up, if he really hit his head, maybe he would really die here, and he had to use the limited time to quickly break free from the shackles of his body.

"Don't be afraid, this is your stele, after you die, I will engrave your Lin Fan's name on this stele - the best college entrance examination champion in history!"

Zhao Yishan said very calmly, as if he was gossiping with an old friend.

After that, he got up, used all his strength, picked up the tombstone that almost overwhelmed him, and walked away with Lin Fan, who was put into a sack, with a shaking.

He could hear the sound of the dead branches on the ground being trampled, and even the sound of the ground sinking slightly, the weight of the granite tombstone made Lin Fan only use all his strength to impact the poisonous surname in the blood.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Lin Fan kept impacting, and the only trace of restriction was about to be pierced, just like that layer of window paper.

However, at this time, the air above his head became solemn, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a cruel smile on the corner of Zhao Yishan's mouth, dropping the heavy granite tombstone.

"Po"

The air was being compressed, and that short distance of space could not get rid of the shackles of gravity at all, and it would soon fall on Lin Fan's body.

Zhao Yishan smiled happily.

When he saw the tombstone falling, he lay down on the ground and looked at Lin Fan who was powerless and struggling with a smile on his face, he wanted to watch Lin Fan die in front of him, withering in the wind like that flower.

Lin Fan died, no matter how legendary he was, the number one professional would fall on his head, and no one would be able to compete with him, and he would be able to get a bonus of 200,000 yuan, so as to heal his mother, which was a perfect ending.

"Phew"

The tombstone fell, and there was a terrible sound.

The sound was so loud that it was as if a boulder had fallen from the sea, and there was a sound that made Zhao Yishan excited.

However, just a moment later, Lin Fan was stunned and stayed there, unable to believe his eyes, what he saw in front of him was so unreal.

"You, how is that possible?"

He exclaimed, and when he saw Lin Fan, who suddenly lifted the tombstone, like a demon king, standing in front of him covered in blood, Zhao Yishan almost collapsed.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Lin Fan looked at Zhao Yishan coldly, this poor guy.

At the moment when the tombstone fell, Lin Fan did not break through the last limit.

However, his body is more flexible than that of the newly poisoned

At that time, it was much stronger, and when the tombstone fell, he rolled suddenly, his fragile head broke out, and the tombstone completely fell on his back.

The intense pain, the powerful force, almost crushed Lin Fan's bones, like his own toughness still held on, and that huge strength also helped Lin Fan break through the last trace of restraint, the blood in his body finally returned to normal, and the Taixuan Wuji Sutra was no longer controllable.

He also regained his flexibility.

The tombstone weighing hundreds of pounds, Lin Fan only moved slightly, then stood up, and finally stood abruptly in front of Zhao Yishan.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Yishan, who knew that the two sides had changed positions, became more calm.

"None of the people who threaten me will survive, not for any reason, or for any sympathetic deeds!" Lin Fan looked at Zhao Yishan coldly.

Zhao Yishan violated too many taboos on him, if he didn't kill him, then he wouldn't be Lin Fan!

He secretly operated the Taixuan Wuji Sutra, the tragic injuries on his body had quickly formed scars, and the true qi around his body had also recovered, and when he said this, he was like a demon king who had escaped from hell

It's frightening.

"Do it!"

To Lin Fan's surprise, Zhao Yishan did not struggle.

He closed his eyes, tears in the corners of his eyes, indescribable melancholy and sadness.

However, in this situation, Lin Fan has seen too much, he can't move him at all, being merciful to the enemy is cruel to himself, this is Lin Fan's philosophy of life, it can't be changed, no one can change it.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand!

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