"Are you Ning Fan?" asked Situ Jian.

"If you weren't deaf, you should have listened to what I just said, and asked such a boring question?"

Ning Fan sneered and glanced at everyone.

"Hmph, you're crazy. ”

Situ Jian snorted coldly suddenly, his brows furrowed.

He is much more mature than many people, because he understands the hardships of life when he is a child.

Later, when he joined the Sword Sect, he experienced more hardships and hardships.

So he was very dissatisfied with Ning Fan's madness.

"Haha, crazy? I've always been so crazy about Ning Fan, but you don't know. Ning Fan laughed.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll give you an order in front of all sword cultivators. ”

"If you admit defeat and tear open your throat and say a word, you Situ Jian is afraid of me Ning Fan, I will turn around and leave immediately. ”

"Arrogance!"

"Master Situ League, go up and kill him. ”

"Kill this arrogant boy. ”

"How dare you underestimate the Situ Alliance Master like this!"

As soon as they practiced swords, they had always regarded Situ Jian as their teacher.

Ning Fan said such crazy words, he was simply insulting the tall image of Situ Jian in their hearts.

It is to insult their intelligence and vision.

provoked the anger of the people.

However, Ning Fan didn't care at all about the anger of your sword cultivators.

He laughed, "How about it, Situ Jian, do you approve or disapprove of my proposal?"

"I'll wait. ”

Ning Fan bit the dog's tail grass at the corner of his mouth, and stared at Situ Jian with a smile.

Situ Jian's face was pale, and his sword aura was wanton and wild.

The red sword suit on his body danced wildly in the wind.

He had never seen anyone so arrogant.

Nor has he ever suffered such humiliation.

Ning Fan was naked, challenging him in front of everyone.

If he doesn't fight, he's afraid.

If he doesn't fight, he's waste.

That's a spineless, unambitious, wretched waste.

Sonorous.

Situ Jian drew his sword.

His sword, like the red sword coat on his body, was red, scarlet.

He loves red and loves the smell of blood.

"Ning Fan, today my Situ Jian swears that if I don't beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, my Situ Jian is a wild dog. ”

Situ Jian gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes, transmitting endless killing opportunities.

"Haha, you must be a wild dog, come on, wild dog, how about calling three times for your grandfather Ning Fan?"

Ning Fan laughed and scolded angrily, disappreroving, as if he was deliberately provoking Situ Jian.

Ahhh

Situ Jianqi's violent jump was like thunder.

One after another, the sword qi slashed down in an instant.

He was full of sword qi, and he released it completely, and the blood-colored long sword turned into a waterfall.

descended from the sky and shrouded Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was strolling leisurely.

His body hurriedly retreated.

"Miscellaneous, have the ability, don't go backwards, and fight hard with grandpa. ”

Situ Jian's eyes were red.

Ning Fan was suspended in the air, his brows furrowed.

"Oh, so powerful, okay, your courage touched me. ”

Ning Fan suddenly shouted.

The sword on his back, not drawn.

Instead, the whole person turned into a streamer, and in an instant, a white shadow arrived in front of Situ Jian.

It's fast.

Poof.

The sword qi directly broke through Ning Fan's white sword coat.

On his body, there were scars.

However, he seems to be fearless.

There was a faint red glow on his body.

Under the red sword qi, it was so weak that others couldn't see it at all.

His red Dharma Body had already been formed, and this layer, the monks below the first layer of the Sword Yuan, even if they tried their best, could only leave a white mark on his skin.

So he can be unscrupulous.

"What?"

The sword qi broke through Ning Fan's sword coat, leaving a shallow wound on his skin.

This made Situ Jian shocked and couldn't believe it.

Ning Fan didn't give him any time to hesitate.

Punch it out.

Click.

Situ Jian's sternum instantly deflated, and his chest was dented.

Blood spat out of his lips.

"His body, what's going on, how can it be so powerful?"

"Oh my God, the sword of the Situ Alliance Master is just a wound on him. ”

"Why is this happening?"

"Master Situ Alliance, are you defeated?"

"No, look, the leader of the Situ League stood up. ”

Monks, looking at Situ Jian, their eyes lit up.

That's right, Situ Jian stood up.

Situ Jian clutched his chest, his eyes filled with endless incredulity.

"How is that possible? You...... Why is your body so strong?"

Ning Fan looked at the hundreds of wounds on his body, and the blood soaked his white sword coat.

Sigh slightly.

Seems very dissatisfied.

'Hey, I didn't expect that the power of the red law body is so weak, it seems that you still have to cultivate hard. “

"This physical strength should be able to withstand the crazy killing impact of the monks below the fifth layer of the Sword Yuan. ”

"However, for a person like Situ Jian, he is still too weak. ”

"If, just now, he took a handful of aura above the third grade and slashed at me, it is estimated that I will be seriously injured. ”

Ning Fan's brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth murmured.

The flying sword in Situ Jian's hand is a first-class spiritual weapon.

Therefore, even if he used his sword qi, even if he was the seventh layer of the sword element, he still didn't leave too serious wounds on Ning Fan's body.

It's just scratching the skin.

Seeing that Ning Fan didn't care about himself, Situ Jian's heart was even more angry.

In a moment of surprise, he once again used his technique, flying the sword in his hand, and slashed at Ning Fan in an instant.

However, this time, Ning Fan didn't punch.

He's just out of the sword.

Ning Fan looked at the sword qi in the sky and spurted towards him.

And the flying sword body in it is even more sword aura and extremely sharp.

Ning Fan stayed far away, and he felt the sword qi stinging.

The bluestone slabs on the ground, after being scraped by the sword qi, left traces one after another.

"Broken sword. ”

Ning Fan sneered.

The blood-stained sword in his hand appeared with a touch of blood.

The sword flickered, and it slashed away at the flying sword in the sky.

Bang.

The gold and stone exchanged blows, and then they saw a red flying sword, which was cut in half by the bloodstained sword.

With a bang, it smashed on the ground and smashed the bluestone slab out of two deep pits.

And, Situ Jian's whole person flew out upside down.

Blood spurted wildly, and he looked miserable.

Ning Fan's sword was extremely sharp, and he actually cut off his natal flying sword with a single sword.

This hit him hard.

"You ......"

The two words were so ruthless, and before they could be spit out of Situ Jian's mouth, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"Situ League's Master ......"

"Master Situ League, how are you?"

The sword cultivation disciples who followed Situ Jian to learn kendo around hurriedly ran to Situ Jian's side.

Holding Situ Jian, he shook the other party's body, intending to wake the other party awake.

......

Ning Fan shook his head helplessly.

"Alas, lonely and defeating, could it be that the ten masters of the inner sect of the Sword Sect are all so weak except for the senior brother?"

"It's not challenging at all. ”

Ning Fan sighed helplessly, very disappointed.

Suddenly, he coughed, a maniacal smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone, if you are willing to join the Dan League, I, Ning Fan, welcome you at any time. ”

"Of course, if you are not convinced, I accept your challenge. ”

"Whoever is not convinced, you can come here, come on. ”

Ning Fan took the bloodstained sword and pointed at the sword cultivator who looked at him.

These sword cultivators, their eyes were red, but after they made eye contact with Ning Fan, they all immediately flickered.

They didn't dare.

Situ Jian was not his Ning Fan's opponent, let alone them?

Ning Fan glanced at the Eastern Sun.

At this time, it is also less than noon.

He shook his head and headed down the hill.

Unexpectedly, three hours later, Ning Fan came to the mountain peak again.

"Situ Jian, come out, I'm Ning Fan here to see you, hurry up and come out to meet me. ”

"I forgot, you haven't called me Grandpa Ning Fan yet. ”

Ning Fan laughed, holding a pot of wine in his hand, sitting in front of the hall built by Situ Jian himself, shouting, laughing and scolding.

And what was sitting under his body was not a bench, nor a Taishi chair, but a guard on the back of a disciple of the Mountain Sect on Situ Jian's side.

This guy was not convinced just now, so he was cleaned up a little by Ning Fan.

The ass sat on the back of the sword cultivator, trembling, Ning Fan could clearly feel it, and the sword cultivator disciples under his body were very scared in their hearts.

Ning Fan smiled lightly, "Let's go." ”

"Your alliance leader is here. ”

Situ Jian did come out, but he came out with a sad and angry face and a cane.