Ning Fan stood beside the coarse cloth boy, he glanced at the boy, but saw a hint of fear in the boy's eyes.

"Let's get out of here. The coarse cloth boy urged Ning Fan.

"Where are you going? Ge Changqing, you shit, it turns out that you are in my way. The young man in white sneered and glanced at Ge Changqing.

"Waste is waste, what's the matter, this time I came to the house again to ask for a monthly payment? I warn you, go back to your dilapidated compound, did I tell you? You will not be allowed to come to Gefu to get a monthly payment in the future. ”

The young man in white held a whip in his hand, and the whip was covered with spikes, and he whipped at the coarse cloth boy Ge Changqing.

Ning Fan's brows furrowed, this Ge Changqing's current situation reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered in the Sword Sect at the beginning.

I couldn't bear it, and with a wave of my palm, I directly threw the whip in the young man's hand away.

"Be forgiving and forgiving. Ning Fan looked at the young man in white and said.

"What kind of thing are you? Do you know who I am? I am the second son of the Ge family, and my name is Ge Changtian. Ge Changtian suddenly shouted.

His whip was thrown away by Ning Fan, and he was naturally unhappy and angry.

"I don't care who you are, but, no matter what this person says, he is also a member of your Ge family, and you don't care about family affection at all. ”

Ning Fan snorted coldly, he was in charge of this matter today.

If there is injustice in the world, he will take care of one when he encounters one.

"Ge Changqing, come with me. ”

Ning Fan glanced at Ge Changqing, grabbed his arm, and was about to leave.

"Hmph, if you want to go, I see how dare you. ”

"Give it to me. ”

Ge Changtian's eyes were extremely gloomy, in front of so many monks, if he let Ning Fan run away, where would he put Ge Changtian's face in the future?

As soon as he drank like this, the evil slave behind him quickly surrounded Ning Fan.

"Benefactor, it's better to ...... You...... You go first. ”

"These evil slaves of Ge Changtian all have the cultivation of the seventh or eighth layer of the Sword Yuan, don't offend them because of me, I am originally a cheap life, and I don't need you to value me so much. ”

Ge Changqing thought that he was a cheap life, and he couldn't let Ning Fan make a feud with Ge Changtian because of him.

He was unfortunate enough, and he didn't want to bring his misfortune to his benefactor.

"You go, leave me alone, I'm an unfortunate person, and anyone I know will be unlucky. ”

Ge Changqing smiled bitterly, patted Ning Fan on the shoulder, and said dejectedly.

Looking at his eyes, it didn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy should be in his prime.

Ning Fan's expression seemed to have traveled back in time, back to the Sword Sect, back to the days when he was considered a waste wood.

"You should bear less of the pain I endured before. ”

Ning Fan smiled, he didn't pay attention to what Ge Changqing said, and patted Ge Changqing on the shoulder slightly.

"Just stand behind me. ”

"Kill me. ”

Ge Changtian's eyes were scarlet, and he raised the whip in his hand, ordering the evil slaves who had surrounded Ning Fan to do it immediately.

Roar.

The evil slaves roared angrily, pulled out their flying swords, and slashed at Ning Fan.

The sword qi on their bodies turned purple, and the sword qi condensed into tigers and leopards and other beasts, condensed into entities, and their attack power was amazing.

Ning Fan didn't draw his sword, and the blood-stained sword on his back, connected to the scabbard, flew out from behind him in an instant.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and flicked it around his body.

Airplanes.

A golden brilliance, mixed with blood-colored light, spread out with a swish.

It's like ripples from a drop of water in the ocean.

After swinging, bang.

A group of evil slaves, the evil slaves of the sixth and seventh layers of Jian Yuan, had no chance to resist at all, and fell to the ground completely, spitting out blood.

Ge Changtian looked shocked, he didn't expect Ning Fan to be so powerful.

"You...... Are you the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan?"

In his memory, the one who could sweep away such a wicked slave probably had the strength of the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan.

"Sword Yuan Ninth Layer?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the sunset playfully.

The sunset is like blood, and it is combined with the blood-colored light mask on the north city, and it looks so bleak and solemn.

"But what about even the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan?"

"Take me a trick. ”

Ge Changtian was not convinced, and a purple round pill appeared in the hand of the young man in white.

On the purple round pill, there is a sword aura lingering, and there is a lion statue engraved on it.

Don't look at the purple round pill, it is only the size of a palm, but this statue is engraved lifelike.

Roar.

The sword qi in the palm of Ge Changtian's hand was completely injected into the purple round pill.

Purple round pills swirled in front of him, boom.

A purple cloud exploded in an instant.

The lion engraved on the round pill actually appeared.

A tall purple lion like a small hill, with slender hair like a sword thorn, and a pair of eyes that radiated a rich purple light.

With a roar, he grabbed Ning Fan.

"Benefactor, be careful, Ge Changtian is the ninth-layer strength of the Sword Yuan. ”

Ge Changqing saw Ge Changtian unleash an all-out attack, and he was worried for a while.

Ning Fan was slow and reasonable, and at this time, he actually turned his head and smiled at Ge Changqing.

"Don't worry. ”

Still no sword.

Ning Fan's body floated up in an instant.

The Bloodstained Sword was abandoned by him.

Draw an arc in the air.

Then Ning Fan's palm was lightly patted against the hilt of the sword.

Whining.

The scabbard was connected to the blood-stained sword, and it suddenly turned into a blood-colored streamer, killing the sword yuan ninth-layer strength lion that roared towards him.

The sword, which flies so fast that it rubs against the air, produces a whimpering sound.

Bite.

A crisp sound rang out all around.

Ge Changqing, who was beside Ning Fan, widened his eyes, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he could stuff a duck egg.

At one end of the scabbard, the eyebrows of the purple mad lion were impressively topped.

The purple mad lion originally pulled out the mountain, and it was impossible to rush towards Ning Fan for the first time.

However, after being pressed against the center of his eyebrows by the scabbard, he couldn't rush forward.

It seems that everything has come to a standstill.

Click.

Not only that, but a crack suddenly appeared in the center of the purple mad lion's eyebrows.

Once this crack appears, the subsequent cracks, like a disease being infected, appear completely.

In an instant, cracks spread all over the entire body of the purple mad lion.

Boom.

With a bang, the purple lion shattered.

Whining.

A whimper sounded.

A round pill, returning the same way, shot into Ge Changtian's chest and abdomen.

Burst.

Ge Changtian seemed to have been hit hard, his body flew out upside down, smashed on his carriage, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was pale, his head was crooked, and he fainted.

Ning Fan only attacked with his scabbard, and before he even pulled out the bloodstained sword, this guy was already defeated.

"Well...... Benefactor, you ...... You. ”

Ge Changqing was speechless in surprise.

In his eyes, Ge Changtian is the genius of his Ge family, and he is extremely talented in alchemy.

Pinching him to death is as simple as pinching an ant.

Unexpectedly, Ning Fan defeated Ge Changtian without drawing his sword.

Could it be that he is an existence like an elder of the family?

Ge Changqing was still stunned, only to feel his shoulders tighten, and his whole body quickly floated out.

It's raining, and the rain from the north city is different.

Because the sky is blood-colored, the rain that falls is also blood-colored, as if it has been soaked in blood.

(End of chapter)