Fan Qianlong looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, when it is really a murder and arson." ”

Then he stood up and looked at Ran Lu with a smile.

Ran Lu was calm and fearless, but asked with interest: "The price of killing me is not low." ”

Fan Qianlong hurriedly bowed his hand as if he was frightened: "Ran Gongzi said that he laughed, even if we are all Shan Zeye Xiu, we have heard a little about the worship of the soul lamp in the Ancestor Hall, to be honest, if someone really comes up with that price to make my old clan willing to hold the knife, my old clan will not dare, your old ancestor of the Ran family can scare us all of us to death just by looking at the name." ”

"But ......"

Fan Qianlong turned his head to look at the sword cultivator man shrouded in black robes on the side, and said with a smile: "But the brother next to me is different, the family background is hard, the body is thick, and the name of the Wenfeng Sect is also able to scare us all the mountain and wild cultivators half to death, besides, anyway, Ran Gongzi, you will not really die, that is, the road is long and the road is long from the beginning." ”

After speaking, Fan Qianlong seemed to be particularly satisfied with his last sentence, and his face was full of pride.

Ran Lu frowned, thinking about it carefully, he spent most of his time hunting in dangerous places, dense places, and not many enemies.

If you really want to look like this, it's nothing more than those few of your own family members, but there is no reason for it, and it doesn't make sense at all.

Fan Qianlong didn't seem to be in a hurry, he was still leisurely, it seemed to be waiting for Ran Lu to ask, he could answer, as for the time, it was not important.

Suddenly, the Fan Qianlong shouted out of his head, and then a wisp of floating light burst out of his body, and his figure retreated a few steps backwards.

On the other side, the man who heard the shout and was called the sword cultivator of the Wenfeng Sect by Pan Qianlong instantly took out his sword, and a long sword with a dark sword body was revealed, full of sword intent.

It's just that the next moment, the face of the black-robed sword cultivator man suddenly faded, and the long sword in his hand hovered in mid-air, and he couldn't fall off the sword.

The body was completely frozen in place, unable to move.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

In fact, he who cultivates to a higher level is actually just the kind of guy who kills people with a sword, and the whole backbone is the hidden dragon of the early stage of the Xuanhuang Dynasty who has a lower cultivation.

Zhan Yan tore lightly, then reluctantly raised his head, looked away, and lay down heavily.

Then he exhaled heavily, and a smile appeared on his face, although this smile had an indescribably tragic appearance.

Ran Lu's injury didn't seem to be as heavy as Zhan Yan, but in fact, it wasn't true, he couldn't do anything to look up from afar, but he turned his head and looked at Zhan Yan's expression on the side, and he could be regarded as guessing a seven, seven, eighty, eight.

Immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Who doesn't have a backer to rely on?

Bean-sized beads of sweat broke out on the dragon's forehead.

This black-robed sword cultivator who had been saying before was a man from the notorious Wenfeng Sect on the mountain, but he was actually the real Wenfeng Sect monk.

Therefore, even if he faced death, the mountain monk would not have too much fear, but at this time, he realized the word fear for no reason.

The black-robed sword cultivator still maintained the appearance of raising his sword and arm.

Fan Qianlong only felt that an inquiring voice came from behind him, not light or heavy, just right into his ears.

"Wenfeng Sect's?"

His neck was a little stiff again, and the voice behind him that was his identity in the middle of the word The owner of the voice made him, a real Wenfeng Sect, and the mountain monk who took money to kill people, feel a sense of palpitations.

For some reason, Fan Qianlong nodded, and he could be regarded as having confirmed his true identity that even if he had been messing around with him for hundreds of years, the same Shan Zeye Xiu did not know.

The hidden dragon of the domain is the hidden dragon of the domain, and the reason why he dared to report this name before is because this hidden dragon of the domain is a tangible and traceable mountain and wild cultivation, and it is still a well-known one.

But it's not a good reputation, besides, Yamasawa Yexiu can have a few good reputations.

Just when the heavens and humans were fighting in Fan Qianlong's heart, the voice behind him suddenly said for no reason: "Not bad, yes, it's just stupid." ”

The hidden dragon under the words is just scratching his head.

Zhan Yan, who was lying on the ground, pursed his lips and said, "The surname is Wu, if you don't come again, you will never see the uncle again, is it a big regret on the way to the mountain." ”

If he was left in the past, he Zhan Yan would only be a mouthful of a predecessor's scream, but now he is a phoenix that has fallen into the soup is not as good as a chicken, and he can't protect himself.

As for the little bit of awe in my heart, it has long since dissipated and I don't know where.

Wu Chen, who showed his figure, learned Ran Lu's tone and said, "I'm afraid that I will disappoint your Uncle Zhan and won't be able to die." ”

Zhan Yan's face was not much of a happy face, and he said a little dejectedly: "The cultivation of this body, I'm afraid it's going to be abolished." ”

"It's hard to save the gods, but if you put a lot of effort into it, it's still possible. ”

Zhan Yan, who had a glimmer of brilliance in his eyes, only flashed by, as if he was particularly looking at it: "That's okay, I just happened to be able to find that old guy, but I don't know if Zhan Yan, who is a waster, can still rub a bowl of turbid wine to drink."

Ran Lu endured it, but he didn't open his mouth, and said that it was okay, my Ran family can cure you and other heroic words.

Not to mention whether the Ran family can cure the other party with his ability, even if he can, it will definitely require an unimaginable price.

Between the big families, let alone strangers who do not interfere with each other, even if they are blood relatives of the same clan and lose the word value, they are also wasted, and they will only be greeted by family indifference.

If it's useful, you're closer than the main lineage, and if it's useless, what if you don't have the bloodline of the main lineage?

In the final analysis, his Ran Lu is just the Ran Lu of the Ran family, not the Ran family behind his Ran Lu.

The two are viewed upside down, and the difference between cloud and mud is different.

So is he Ran Lu not wanting to help Zhan Yan, one of his few friends? On the contrary, he wants to help more than anyone else, but just by cutting off the Xuan Vein, he makes Ran Lu block his thoughts.

He Ran Lu didn't want to give him Zhan Yan an illusory promise.

On the other hand, is it difficult for him Zhan Yan to achieve it, and he doesn't want to listen to the words from Ran Lu's mouth, the words he hopes for the most?

On the contrary, I want to, I really want to, after all, it is the Ran family that can be called the first in Zhongzhou, at least it is also tied for the first place, and it is somewhat stronger than his Zhan Yan's mud legs.

It's just that why he Zhan Yan is reluctant to speak, Shan Zeye Xiu is really not afraid of being thick-skinned, but he doesn't want to lose a friend and a senior in the end.