The strength of the black-robed old man is terrifying. With his breath alone, he could instantly crush Jiang Lao, who was an eight-rank martial artist.

This method of dealing with it is even more shameful than killing people directly.

However, the identity of the old man in the black robe is not something that the small Jiang family can afford.

Jiang Zhenlong did not resist, but let his body sink little by little.

Looking at the grandfather who was suffering, Jiang Yuman finally panicked. There is no longer the spirit of not being afraid of heaven and earth.

She tried to pick up her grandfather. But the aura of the black-robed old man was too terrifying, and it was instantly bounced away as soon as he made contact.

"Just rely on your Jiang family, and you want to fight with me?" Liang Wendou said condescendingly.

The members of the Liang family behind him also showed mockery one by one.

The two have been fighting for almost a hundred years, and each time they can't tell a result.

The last time Qin Fan arrived, Liang Wendou lost face. even lost his wife and soldiers.

Now he wants Jiang Zhenlong to throw his face in front of everyone.

On the other hand, the old man in the black robe didn't care about the grievances of the two families at all, he just gave the ancestors of the Liang family a face.

What's more, it's just a junior of the Jiang family to deal with.

What if you do do it? As long as there is no mistake or killing, the Hidden Gate Association will not care too much.

And this is a symbol of strength and power.

It fully shows how sad it is for the low-level hermit family who has no background and backing.

Although Qin Fan didn't go down the mountain, he had a full view of all this.

He knew that the Jiang family had encountered this difficulty, and it was inseparable from the last shot.

And Jiang Lao can keep his mouth shut, and it is benevolent enough not to confess him.

In the final analysis, he is not a Jiang family.

He finally set off and appeared unhurriedly in everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Liang Wendou immediately roared angrily: "Boy, you are finally willing to show up?!" ”

"Don't worry. There are some accounts, we can calculate slowly. Qin Fan laughed unhurriedly.

As for the right hand hidden in the back, it was lightly pointed in mid-air.

When bursts of aura floated around Jiang Zhenlong's side and wrapped it entirely, the faint blue glow disappeared immediately.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhenlong, who was in pain, suddenly felt that his body was light. And that unbearable pressure disappeared in an instant.

"Huh? I'm ......"

Jiang Zhenlong was puzzled and just wanted to get up, but he saw Qin Fan's right index finger swaying from side to side.

Immediately, he suddenly fell to the ground again and pretended to be in pain.

It's false to say no, you must know that this is infinitely close to the coercion of a peak martial artist.

Unexpectedly, it could be easily resolved by Qin Fan, who was present.

"Grandpa, are you alright?!"

Jiang Yuman was still in a hurry. was about to step forward, but saw his grandfather suddenly blink.

Although I was confused, I didn't ask much.

"You are Jiang Fan? The kid who defeated Tiancheng and took away the sword of the Liang family? ”

The tone of the black-robed old man sounded very calm, but the word Tiancheng shouted very kindly.

"That's right, the sword is here."

Qin Fan brought Han Long over and presented it in front of everyone.

Liang Wendou was overjoyed and just wanted to reach out to pick it up.

Unexpectedly, Qin Fan suddenly withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "This sword is already mine, is it possible that you still want to rob it?" ”

"Noise! This sword is obviously the heirloom of my Liang family, you shameless boy! ”

Liang Wen's vindictive beard trembled, eager to grab it with brute force.

However, the old man in the black robe looked at Qin Fan meaningfully, and then said lightly: "It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers." ”

"Liao Zan!" Qin Fan arched his hand towards the black-robed old man and said with a smile.

"Do you think I'm complimenting you? I advise you to hand over the Liang family's sword immediately. The black-robed old man said unhappily.

He didn't take Qin Fan seriously at all, he just wanted to solve the matter quickly.

However, Qin Fan shook his head and sighed: "Alas, why do you say you are so popular? ”

Obviously, Qin Fan said this to Han Long, not the old man in the black robe.

But the cold dragon was only a sharp sword, a dead thing, not a living thing.

Qin Fan did this, which would inevitably make people feel that there was something wrong with their brains.

Liang Wendou couldn't wait, and shouted again: "Boy, if you don't return the sword again, don't blame me for being unkind to you!" ”

Even so, Qin Fan still couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing.

"You said that this sword belongs to your Liang family, so what evidence can you prove?"

"Evidence?" Liang Wendou was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"In this world, anyone who knows my Liang Wendou knows that this sword is the treasure of my Liang family's century-old clan!"

Looking at Liang Wendou, who was confident, Qin Fan sneered: "What I want is evidence, not big words." ”

"I can testify that this sword is indeed from the Liang family." The black-robed old man came forward with some impatience.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Qin Fan looked quite helpless, spread his hands and continued: "What I want is that this sword can listen to your Liang family." ”

As soon as these words came out, the Liang family present was stunned.

Let the sword be obedient? This is nothing short of naked humiliation!

"Boy, don't mess around. The sword is dead, you have the ability to let it listen to it and show us?! ”

The one who spoke was a rugged man in the Liang family's camp.

Judging from his breath, he is about a six-rank martial artist.

"So you mean, the Liang family can't make this sword obedient?"

As he spoke, Qin Fan suddenly pulled out the cold dragon and displayed it in front of everyone.

Before the Liang family could react, the cold dragon suddenly suspended in mid-air.

"Hanlong, they say you belong to the Liang family. If yes, you nod your head, not you shake your head. ”

Although the sword will be suspended in mid-air, many people will be surprised.

But Qin Fan's words sounded a bit silly.

I saw the black-robed old man snort coldly and said, "It's just a small skill of carving insects, if you have the ability, you can let it nod." ”

It is not uncommon for any martial artist who has stepped into the fourth rank to master the ability to control things with qi.

If you have extremely strong breath control, the larger the items you can control.

It's just to let the sword levitate in mid-air, and a martial artist of six grades or above can do it.

But then again.

Based on this alone, the old man in the black robe had already improved his opinion of Qin Fan's strength.

Qin Fan didn't respond, but asked towards Hanlong, "Did you hear that?" Come on, let them see who you really are. ”

As soon as the words fell, the cold dragon seemed to have an autonomous consciousness, and gently shook from the tip of the sword to the left and right.

This scene surprised the people of the Jiang family.

On the other hand, there are also many clansmen on the Liang family's side who opened their mouths wide, revealing incredible expressions.

"See? It doesn't admit that it belongs to the Liang family. ”

Qin Fan turned to look at Liang Wendou and the black-robed old man, squinting his eyes and smiling.

"This ...... This...... No way, you must have swiped the means behind your back! Liang Wendou blushed and shouted thickly.

However, the black-robed old man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This sword, can really listen to you?" ”

"Old Lin, you must not trust this kid!" Liang Wendou immediately became anxious and said excitedly to the black-robed old man.

"It doesn't matter." The black-robed old man waved his hand, and then stared at Qin Fan expressionlessly.

"If you want to prove this sword, you really have autonomous consciousness. It should be fine to circle around me twice, right? ”

The black-robed old man was a ten-rank peak martial artist, and he knew that it was difficult to control the divine blade.

The performance just now had already surprised him.

If you can really rely on your own consciousness, you can circle around him twice. It is enough to prove that this sword really belongs to the kid in front of him.

After all, those who can control the blade of the divine weapon at will can only be done by a martial artist who has stepped into the eighth rank or above.

It's impossible, the kid in front of him is actually a high-level martial artist who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?

No one can afford this kind of big joke!