Situ Jian looked at Ning Fan sadly and angrily.

"What are you going to do?"

The incident a few hours ago was a very humiliating thing for Situ Jian.

His flying sword was even more severed, his body was severely damaged, and his body cultivation had a tendency to fall.

He hated Ning Fan in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Ning Fan actually came over again a few hours later.

"I just said, I came to you, mainly to ask you to call me Grandpa Ning Fan, it's as simple as that, or, you just admit it, shout loudly, and say that you can't beat me, it's as simple as that. ”

"You're dreaming!"

Before Ning Fan's words fell, Situ Jian immediately burst into applause.

His face turned red, he stretched out his fingers, pointed at Ning Fan fiercely and roared.

It's just that he was so excited that he threw out the crutches he was holding.

Pulling the wound, a touch of pain appeared on his face.

"Dreaming, looks like you're going to make me do it. ”

"Cheng, since that's the case, then I'll reluctantly teach you a lesson. ”

Ning Fan smiled lightly and turned towards Situ Jian.

"What are you going to do?"

"Dare to hurt the Situ Sword Alliance Master, we are not done with you. ”

Situ Jian's sword cultivation disciples and his disciples saw that Ning Fan was about to step forward and beat Situ Jian violently.

They all immediately puffed up their chests and roared at Ning Fan.

It's just that they are obviously inward-looking, and they look very powerful, but in fact, they are extremely frightened and frightened in their hearts.

After all, Ning Fan's attack not long ago, the technique of cutting off Situ Jian's natal flying sword with one sword, as well as his strong physical strength, could completely ignore the damage of sword qi.

This is not a small shock to their hearts.

"What, you still have to resist?" Ning Fan sneered.

"That's right, we're just going to ......"

Poof.

Jian Xiu, who spoke, didn't finish his words, as if he was choking on food.

The body was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down in an instant, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of its lips.

The rest of the sword cultivation disciples were even more directly repelled by Ning Fan's sword qi thrown out with one kick, like a sound wave.

They all fell to the ground.

Vulnerable.

Ning Fan's body soared, flipped over, and stood on the ground.

Clapped his palms, and a white sword robe moved with the wind.

"Just you, you still want to stop me, you really underestimate me. ”

After Ning Fan finished speaking, he smiled and walked to Situ Jian's side.

Situ Jian's body subconsciously retreated.

"You...... What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Are you a broken head? I just said it so clearly, you don't remember? Scream, or not? Admit defeat or not?"

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and stared at Situ Jian with a smile.

"I don't admit defeat...... Situ Jian gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Oh?"

Ning Fan smiled.

Then, I heard a miserable cry in front of the palace halfway up the mountainside.

This sound, miserable, seemed to penetrate the nine heavens.

Anyway, the sword cultivation disciples of the inner gate all heard it.

"This ...... What sound is this?"

"Why is it so miserable?"

"Who is so miserable?

"This voice is terrible, isn't it?"

"Won't it be that my father is dead?" or was he stabbed in the ass......

Situ Jian's screams were heard anyway.

Ning Fan smiled and didn't speak.

At this time, he was lying in a clearing halfway up the mountain, holding the back of his head with both hands, and looking at the blue sky leisurely.

The white clouds are swirling, and the big birds are flying.

In his mouth, he had a dog's tail grass in his mouth and smiled.

On one side of him, there was an hourglass, and the sand in the hourglass was slowly flowing downward.

He's counting time.

......

"The investigation just now made it clear, it was the miserable howl made by the leader of the Situ Sword Alliance. ”

"What's going on? How could the Alliance Leader be like this?"

Within the Kendo Alliance, some kendo disciples were very well-informed when they inquired about the news, and they quickly got the news, and then began to spread.

"It is said that he was beaten by Ning Fan, a disciple of Danyao Peak. ”

"Huh, why is it so scary, is the other party so strong?"

"How can you not be strong, you don't know how terrifying the process is, this Ning Fan is simply a devil. ”

"He first went to challenge the Situ Sword Alliance Leader, and then cut off the Situ Sword Alliance Leader's flying sword with a single sword. ”

"That's a miserable one, and then ......"

There was a lot of discussion, and some of them were exaggerated.

Anyway, it highlights Ning Fan's tall image.

For a while, the inner gate of the Sword Sect went crazy and spread the matter of Ning Fan's crazy move.

Everyone is in danger.

......

"The sand is gone. “

Ning Fan's eyes squinted at the hourglass beside him.

The sand above the hourglass has completely disappeared.

The corners of Ning Fan's mouth hooked up with a smile.

He stood up on his own.

Stretched.

"It seems that it is time to pass. ”

After Ning Fan finished speaking, he raised his footsteps, and passed all the way from the open space halfway up the mountainside, along the mountain road.

Soon, he was in front of the palace.

Just like before.

Ning Fan ripped open his throat.

"Situ Jian, come out, I have something to do with you. ”

......

"Devil, devil again. ”

"Everyone, run. ”

"Run, Ning Fan is here, Ning Fan from Danyao Peak is here. ”

The sword cultivators hurriedly ran around, like chickens flying and dogs jumping.

They had all suffered losses under Ning Fan's hands before.

Ning Fan looked at this group of sword cultivators like this, smiled strangely, and touched his nose.

Laughing at himself, "Am I so terrible?"

Situ Jian sat on the Taishi chair, and there were already several bandages on his body.

The injured area is wrapped in white silk.

He was out of breath and pale.

"You...... What the hell are you going to do?"

Situ Jian looked a little weak, very weak, and even cried with a sad face.

"You devil, what the hell are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? ”

Ning Fan smiled and walked towards Situ Jian.

"You...... You've been here three times today. ”

Situ Jian screamed miserably.

"That's right, this is the third time, but if you don't throw in the towel, then I'll keep coming. ”

"I'll come three times today, I'll come six times tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, hehe, keep increasing the number of times. ”

As soon as Ning Fan finished saying this, Situ Jian screamed.

"You...... You're so ruthless. ”

"What kind of grudge do we have between us? Did I kill your parents, or did I burn down your house, or did I rip off your ancestral grave?"

Situ Jian said with a sad face.

"None of them. Ning Fan shrugged.

"Then why are you doing this to me?" Situ Jian's voice was hoarse and crying.

"I just thought in my heart, you are unlucky, and I am regarded as an opponent. Ning Fan smiled bitterly, also helpless and innocent.

Situ Jian rolled his eyes directly.

His chest rose and fell, and he was about to be angry with Ning Fan.

"Give you three breaths, say, or don't say?"

"No, I kept coming. ”

As Ning Fan spoke, he raised his steps and raised his fists, preparing to hit Situ Jian violently.

"I ...... I said, I said it's not enough?"

Situ Jian wanted to cry without tears, screamed miserably, and almost burst into tears.

"Oh, yes, okay, then you can stand on the roof of the main hall and tell me well. ”

Suddenly, Ning Fan grabbed Situ Jian's shoulder, jumped his body, and flew to the roof of the main hall.

He clasped his hands over his chest, "Say it." ”

......

Situ Jian swallowed his saliva and looked miserable.

But, in order not to let Ning Fan continue to beat him and torture him, in order not to see the existence in front of him comparable to the devil.

In desperation, he gritted his teeth fiercely and said with humiliation: "I admit defeat, I can't beat Ning Fan......"

"Grandpa Ning Fan, it's amazing!"

After the latter finished speaking, he fell on the ridge of the roof with his buttocks, and all his strength was exhausted.

Then, he began to cry.

Ning Fan looked at Situ Jian's appearance and felt that the other party was really a little childish.

"Hey, what a person, ...... still crying"

"You...... It's not all high, you bastard...... I'm a quilt with coals,......"

Situ Jian's humiliating speech was a little slurred.

"Haha, thieves are interesting. ”

Ning Fan laughed, his body swished, and disappeared.

Murder is nothing more than that.