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A head of hair struck twice on the fence with a bow, and the tangerine peel and cinnamon, who didn't know what he was dreaming, shivered coldly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a head of hair looking at him with extremely impatient eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

didn't wait to speak, his hair turned his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and he wasn't idle enough to earn other people's money, and he had to sarcastically say a few words to others, but the absent-minded appearance of tangerine peel and cinnamon really made him not feel good, especially Fang Fan, who was wandering around, it was no different from eating a full meal and going out for a walk to eat.

I have brought so many people to brush Wanli Village, which person is not a great god and a great god, but these two, why are they so different?

"Wake up and keep up." The big tall man also has no good tone, since the three of them can get together, they naturally have the same temperament.

The little man didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows at the two people next to him, and the tall man and his hair were stunned at the same time, and then showed a malicious smile.

Hand on the fence.

Crunch......

The second door slowly opened.

In an instant, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and the feather arrows were like a swarm of locusts pressed by black, enveloping all five people, the three of them had already prepared, they knew that there would be a rain of arrows when they opened the door, so the moment the arrows came out of the bowstring, they flashed to the side, and at the same time, they set their eyes on Fang Fan and the two.

Tangerine peel cinnamon, who had just stood up, didn't expect death to come so suddenly and so closely, his scalp exploded instantly, his hair exploded like an electric shock, and the cool air penetrated every pore.

Just as he was at a loss, a knobby hand suddenly appeared on his right shoulder, and then, as his shoulders sank, his feet lifted off the ground, and he stood on the ground again, and the feathered arrows grazed his feet, snatching and shooting into the solid ground.

"I ......" tangerine peel and cinnamon slapped on the ground: "Go ......"

Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and soon he soaked the silk shirt, and the feeling of death was too real.

The eyebrows of the three dwarfs twitched at the same time, Fang Fan and the others were able to dodge the rain of arrows, which was really beyond their expectations.

Fang Fan stood up straight with an expressionless face, his hand had touched the hilt of the sword, and those who were familiar with him knew that he was angry.

When drawing a sword has become a deep-rooted habit, everyone will have their own unique style of drawing a sword, Fang Fan has been trying to change his posture of drawing the sword, and when he is angry, Fang Fan has changed back to himself.

The sword is unsheathed, and the edge is revealed!

The three of them had a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake at the same time, but soon, the fierce sword intent in the air was dispersed by the shouting of killing, and the thieves behind the door abandoned their bows and held knives, and rushed out with wolf howls.

The three of them couldn't help but feel relieved, they didn't know if it was their own delusion, they actually felt that this nest of thieves was much easier to deal with than Fang Fan.

The sword was unsheathed, and the little man and the big tall man slew it together, and the hair was still delayed, and the arrow was ready to be fired.

The sound of sharp weapons entering the body, slitting throats, miserable howls, and shouting and scolding filled the front of the second door, Fang Fan's hand had left the hilt of the sword, and the tangerine peel and cinnamon sitting on the ground were also helped up by him.

Looking at it now, the three dwarfs are more likely to play a prank, and if they want to swallow the money, the thieves will not all be gathered outside the door.

There are not many players who fall down to the killer after collecting money, although there will be a system agreement between players, but they can enter the secret realm and die in the hands of the mob, then this agreement will not take effect, and if the agreement does not take effect, the player will naturally not be punished by the system, which also makes many people who cheat money take advantage of the loopholes.

The shouting of killing gradually stopped, and about a hundred bandits were all lying behind the door, and the three little men leaned against the fence with their chests heaving for a while, and then adjusted their breath evenly.

In fact, on the surface, these bandits seem to have a mid-stage cultivation of mortal products, but when they really fight, their strength is far from reaching that degree, for example, the cultivation of the boss is also the middle stage of mortal products, but strength and bandits are completely two different concepts.

The three of them cooperate to kill nearly a hundred thieves without injury, but fighting with the boss in the middle of the mortal product may be more laborious than killing nearly a hundred thieves, which seems to be the difference between a monster and a boss.

The boss is extremely profound in both martial arts and internal strength, and it is no different from the player, and even slightly stronger than the player, and these ordinary monsters, although they have cultivation, their moves are all sword and bayonet splits, and they have no technical content.

The reason for this,The developers naturally have considered it in many ways.,If the strength of the mob is the same as the boss,Then the game doesn't have to fight.,Melee like this,I'm afraid it's all dead as soon as you see it.。

The three of them returned to normal, they unconsciously cast their eyes on Fang Fan, Fang Fan's eyes were looking around again, and there was no sharp aura to penetrate out of the body, and Fang Fan was indeed a mid-stage cultivator.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the doubts in each other's eyes, were they all delusions before?

The three of them felt a little relaxed again, obviously, they didn't think that only Fang Fan, who was in the early stage of mortal cultivation, could burst out with such a powerful power, how could that palpitating power appear in such a person who was not good-looking?

No one would want a stranger to be better than themselves, and the three of them were no exception, when Fang Fan walked from the peak to the bottom, they preferred to believe that Fang Fan had never reached the top.

Suddenly, a head of hair muttered in a low voice, "Do you think that his posture before the sword was very similar to that of Jian Lin?"

When a person becomes famous, everything about him is also exposed to the spotlight, from martial arts to tone, eating, drinking, and dressing, some people will imitate it.

The little man nodded and said, "When you say that, it's indeed a bit similar."

"It's very similar, it's very similar." The tall man nodded repeatedly.

After speaking, the three of them laughed at the same time, when Fang Fan was besieged, they were fortunate to see it on the sidelines, and they naturally saw Fang Fan killing all sides, and even saw Fang Fan die in disgrace.

The three of them are people who love to gamble, and the gambling style in Beixing City in the Central Plains is prevalent, and the gambling houses are all first-class, they planned to go to Beixing City to gamble, but they didn't expect to meet a historic scene in the medical hall in Beixing City.

Maybe it was the gods who saw the moment when the sword came down to earth that made them feel palpitations in Fang Fan's sword drawing posture?

Maybe they weren't afraid of Fang Fan, but they were afraid of the shadow behind Fang Fan.

Too many people imitate Jianlin, even now, there are still a few, but it is only in vain, and the charm in it is impossible for them to imitate it anyway, at the moment when Fang Fan touched the sword before, the three of them seemed to see the god of Jianlin.

No one was willing to admit that others were stronger than themselves, and the three of them were no exception, so they only admitted that they were frightened by the god of Jianlin, Fang Fan was indeed a good imitator.