Where is Zhang Fan standing up now, his whole body is like a needle poking, and his tears are about to fall in pain.

Hearing the words of the master, he was so angry that he almost didn't cry, if it weren't for the sudden change in his body, this claw would go down, even if the head didn't die, he could only lie on the bed for the rest of his life.

He really couldn't move, his body didn't know what was going on, and suddenly his whole body was in severe pain, and every part was like a needle prick.

The most important thing is that consciousness also begins to become blurry, and all the eyes see are all kinds of bloody images that make people want to vomit.

He had never seen these images before, and these were not the things he had experienced at all.

Zhang Fan roared loudly, and he could hear his own voice, the barking of the immature little milk dog.

But this is not the case in the ears of the master, and what the master hears is completely the low roar of the face on the black gas.

The sound was like coming from the Nine Hells, like the demons being tortured, and like the abyss demon gods whispering.

With a low roar, the master's eyes began to blur, the hand holding the sword slowly put down, and his body swayed towards Zhang Fan.

He faintly heard a familiar voice calling to him, one that he remembered before.

He remembers that when he was very young, with a high fever, he heard his mother calling to him in a daze.

Seeing that the head was about to walk in front of the black qi, he saw that the sword in his hand suddenly released a strong light.

The white light instantly suppressed the black qi.

The head of the door woke up instantly, he looked around blankly, and then his heart froze, and his body fell backwards violently.

"Dog thing, I knew you weren't a good thing, what did you do?"

Where did Zhang Fan have time to answer him, although the strong light released by the sword suppressed the black qi, it did not completely eliminate it.

The one who woke up was just the head of the house.

And Zhang Fan is still in the kind of appearance that is about to be eroded by black gas.

The head of the house looked at Zhang Fan with a frown, he felt that what happened just now might not be what Zhang Fan did, but the demonic energy on his body.

With such a powerful demonic qi, how could it be on the body of a dog, but the Supreme Elder still said that he was a fairy beast.

How many years has the immortal world been destroyed, and the immortal beasts have long since died.

The head looked at the sword in his hand, he was able to wake up just now, it was entirely because of this sword, he felt that his hand suddenly became extremely hot, which made him sober up instantly.

He was a little hesitant, if he gave this sword to Zhang Fan, maybe he would come to his senses, so that he could also pull Zhang Fan to his side.

But if it doesn't work, and the other party still doesn't appreciate it, what can you do?

Isn't it a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return?

This sword was left by the ancestor master, you must know that there are not many things left by the ancestor master, and in order to maintain the sect, they have already sold a lot of good things left by the ancestor master.

He sighed slightly in his heart, raised his long sword and pointed it at Zhang Fan's head and said: "Seeing that you are in such pain, it is better to help you solve it, anyway, you will not be better for a while like this, rather than this, it is better to die." ”

Having said that, the moment the sword was raised high, there was a sudden suction force from the collar around Zhang Fan's neck.

The long sword flew directly out of the master's hand and towards Zhang Fan.

The head was slightly stunned, and sighed in his heart: "I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to drive you out, but I can't even look at the sword left by the ancestor master, and if you die under the ancestor master's sword, you can be regarded as a ......."

"Ding!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the long sword shatter in an instant, and at the same time, a white gem fell off the hilt, and the gem instantly merged with the collar.

The moment the white gem and the collar fused, the demonic qi was quickly completely suppressed, and at the same time, Zhang Fan slowly woke up.

After Zhang Fan opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to touch his neck.

Just now, when he was resisting the demonic qi, he vaguely heard the head of the sect saying that he would send him back to the west.

He looked up at the master.

The head looked at him with a confused expression.

A person and a dog just looked at each other tacitly and didn't speak.

After half a ring, the head of the house grabbed Zhang Fan's neck with both hands, and shouted with red eyes: "My sword, my sword, why don't you give it back to me!" ”

Zhang Fan did not show weakness, although his body became smaller and his claws could not reach, his teeth were still very good, and he bit on the master's hand, and he would not let go.

The boss kept shaking his hands in pain, desperately shouting that it hurts.

Zhang Fan just didn't let go, and a pair of very cute eyes glared at the master.

He heard it all, what this guy just said was fighting with him in the open.

I'm just right, I'll bite your hand and won't let go, if you have the ability, you will kill me, and I won't let go.

The boss was really angry, and whenever he was about to slash the dog to death, the dog quickly avoided it, as if he had known where he was going to fight.

Aim at his head, and his head will retract.

Aiming at his mouth, the mouth was loosened, but before he could take a look at the wound, he bit it again.

It's just biting in the same place.

The boss was about to collapse, he was really in pain, and his tears were about to fall.

He was so painful that he couldn't hit Zhang Fan, so he began to lie on the ground and hammer the ground desperately, shouting while pounding: "You...... Are you okay to let go? I beg you, let go! ”

Zhang Fan suddenly opened his mouth and said as fast as he could: "I don't!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he bit it again.

It's still the same location, it's still the same point.

Although the head of the door was very painful, he noticed Zhang Fan's mouth that had just been released, so he continued: "You let go, what can we say slowly, from beginning to end, what do you say, just do it, okay?" ”

Zhang Fan's face pulled, you are stupid to me?

Lao Tzu stopped talking.

The boss's mouth tugged, he was really crying in pain, and his eyes were already moist.

Zhang Fan doesn't care about him, you hurt and you hurt, and I don't hurt.

But this old bone is really hard to bite, bite down so hard, the hand is not broken, it is a stone, and it should be crushed.

The head gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not looking for you to ask for a sword, you let go of me!" ”

Zhang Fan's face was pulled, hehe, not loose.

Seeing Zhang Fan's expression, the head smashed a hole on the ground with a punch and roared: "I promise, I won't come to hit your attention again, you can stay wherever you like." ”

Hehe, not loose.

The boss's face had already begun to turn hideous, and he looked at Zhang Fan fiercely and said, "This is already my biggest concession, otherwise we will die together!" ”

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

Oh roar, this is just the beginning of the negotiation of conditions, and we are about to turn our faces.

Neither loose nor loose, not loose when dead.