"Haha, haha......"

The silence was followed by endless rampant laughter.

The laughter was mixed with endless ridicule and ridicule.

"What are you talking about? Ning Fan, you won't be stupid in the head of the exercises, right? You waste, this garbage, you want to rebel, don't you?"

Erhu was very disdainful, he felt that Ning Fan was looking for death.

No one has ever dared to speak so thoroughly.

As the most powerful dog leg under Zhou Tong's hands, Erhu felt that he had to make a good show of his majesty today and teach Ning Fan a hard lesson.

Let Ning Fan know that the weak have no right to speak.

Garbage man, garbage life, dare to pretend to be garlic?

The erhu didn't say a word, he picked up his fist, and with sword intent on his fist, he was about to throw it at Ning Fan's face.

He is the strength of the first layer of sword intent, and he broke through half a year ago.

He had been here for seven months, and it took him a month to break through the first layer of sword intent.

He felt that he had a good talent, at least better than Ning Fan.

So he had to teach Ning Fan a hard lesson.

Unexpectedly, his fist just stretched out.

It's a big hand that holds it firmly.

"Oops...... Hurt...... It hurts ......."

It hurts, Erhu didn't expect Ning Fan's hand strength to be so big.

Boom.

He felt himself be punched in the face, and his body flew upside down.

The ground was smashed with dirt flying, and the corners of his beard and nose were covered with blood.

His face was blurred and miserable, and he fell to the ground, only the sound of snorting came from his nose and mouth.

There is sword intent.

Ning Fan had sword intent.

The people around watched the erhu being beaten upside down and flew out, and they all understood in an instant, why Ning Fan was different today.

Why did Ning Fan dare to be so hot-tempered today.

No wonder, it turned out to be relied on.

However, the surprise of the people around him immediately turned into a sneer.

They felt that Ning Fan was looking for death.

Is it great to have sword intent?

His own group of people all contain sword intent in their bodies.

They were all ready to see Ning Fan's jokes.

Because Ning Fan hit Zhou Tong's dog.

The so-called dog beating depends on the owner.

Zhou Tong's face was gloomy at this time, his eyes narrowed, and it became a line.

But he was laughing, not smiling.

"Ning Fan, have you broken through the sword intent?" Zhou Tong said with a faint smile.

"That's right, I'm breaking through the sword intent, the first layer of sword intent. Ning Fan raised his eyebrows in response.

"Okay, very good, breaking through the first layer of sword intent, my strength has improved, but my temper has also improved a lot.

However, did you know that no matter how much waste is raised, it is still a waste after all!"

Zhou Tong sneered, and the color behind him turned cold.

"Demolish his house for me. ”

The surrounding servants immediately nodded, made a flame, and set fire to the grass hut behind Ning Fan and burned it.

The grass behind Ning Fan was in flames, and the fire was permeated.

But Ning Fan didn't seem to think so.

Instead, he smiled coldly.

"It's been demolished, and it just so happens that I want to change the house to live in. ”

"Zhou Tong, let your house out, in the future, I will live, this grass house, you come to live. ”

Ning Fan's chin was raised, staring at Zhou Tong's words and saying indifferently.

Suffocating, quiet.

"Crazy, this Ning Fan must be crazy. ”

"Think you have sword intent, and you'll be empty-eyed?"

"Hmph, arrogant,, see how the boss fixes him. ”

"The master killed him. ”

Crazy, Ning Fan is very crazy, his madness has angered everyone.

The people around felt that they had to suppress Ning Fan's momentum.

The weak, why bother the weak?

Slave, why bother slaves?

Ning Fan felt that this slave was very sad and ridiculous.

"What did you say? Ning Fan, did I hear me right?" Zhou Tong laughed dumbly, laughed three times, and stared at Ning Fan with a cold look.

"If you are not deaf, then it proves that you heard correctly, all right, I am going to rest, you hurry up and tidy up the house. ”

As Ning Fan spoke, he was about to walk towards the spacious house not far away.

That house must be very comfortable.

When you cultivate, it must be very powerful.

"You're fucking looking for death. ”

Zhou Tong shouted, even the clay man had three points of anger.

Ning Fan is so arrogant, he actually wants to be anti-guest-oriented.

How could he tolerate it?

Today he is going to kill the chicken and show it to the monkey.

Kill.

Zhou Tong snorted and pulled out the long sword in his hand.

The sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the sword intent on his body was incomparably incomparable.

In an instant, he was attached to the sword intent, and stabbed at Ning Fan.

The sword intent turned into a wild tiger head.

He opened his fangs, as if he wanted to devour and kill Ning Fan directly.

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

But he was not afraid at all.

His hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Anyone who is within the Sword Sect, whether it is a slave or a formal disciple of the Mountain Sect, whether it is a man or a woman, whether it is an old man or a child.

There is one thing that will not be forgotten, and that is the sword at the waist.

The sword is a must-have for everyone in the southern part of the Zhongyuan Continent.

What's more, for these people who have a heart to cultivate, the sword cannot be discarded.

Ning Fan had a green steel sword at his waist.

It looks quaint and unpretentious.

But suddenly, his arm shook and he raised upward.

With a sonorous sound, a sword in the scabbard was pulled out directly.

Suddenly facing the front, it is a stab.

Just a prick, to put it mildly.

But he used all the strength of his body.

The sword intent was awe-inspiring, and a sword flower shot out in an instant.

The sword intent is the sword, and it has not been transformed into any beast collision.

After the sword qi snorted and flew out.

Two people came to a touch.

Clank.

Rub and rub.

Someone goes backwards, keeps going backwards.

Bang, and finally a fat body smashed to the ground.

Blood spat out of the other's mouth.

Next to the fat body, a sword fell from the sky.

Ning Fan looked at Zhou Tong who fell to the ground, his eyes were cold.

The look is extremely arrogant, and the bully is abnormal.

He walked towards Zhou Tong step by step.

The tip of the sword stretched out and aimed at Zhou Tong's throat.

"All I need is a touch and you'll be splattered with blood in five steps. ”

Ning Fan squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong was horrified.

He covered his heart, feeling his qi and blood surging, just now he fought with Ning Fan with a sword.

Unexpectedly, under the sword, it was defeated.

Is this Ning Fan really a layer of sword intent?

"You...... Are you really on the first layer of sword intent?"

Zhou Tong couldn't believe it, and asked Ning Fan in a trembling voice.

Ning Fan sneered, "What do you think?"

Zhou Tong didn't know how to answer.

Ning Fan bent down and pulled Zhou Tong up from the ground.

Zhou Tong's face was pale.

He didn't know what his fate would be.

"You say, am I going to kill you, or am I not going to kill you?"

Ning Fanpi looked at Zhou Tong with a smile.

Zhou Tong's face turned red.

"Let me live. He took a deep breath and finally uttered the words.

"Then can I live in this house?" Ning Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to the spacious and luxurious house behind Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong nodded, "Yes." ”

"In the future, I will be the master here, do you have no opinion?" Ning Fan asked again.

Zhou Tong was extremely bitter in his heart, "No, absolutely no opinion." ”

Ning Fan turned around, "What about you?"

"We ...... Neither do we. ”

Poof, all the slaves fell to their knees.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, "I'm hungry, get me something to eat." ”

After Ning Fan finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the house where Zhou Tong originally lived.

In the eyes of everyone, Ning Fan has become different.

But everyone couldn't figure it out, Ning Fan was obviously just a first-level cultivator of sword intent.

Why is it so powerful?

The strength of Zhou Tong's sword intent at the third level was defeated by Ning Fan's subordinates.

This Ning Fan has always been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

But no matter what, they all knew that it was time for Ning Fan to operate.

Strength is the highest law in the world, and it is also the greatest law of this Sword Sect.

The strong live, and the weak retreat.

The strong are kings, and the weak are slaves.

Ning Fan walked into the room, glanced at the situation in the room, and closed the door directly.

In the room, an incense burner was lit.

The room was filled with fragrance.

Ning Fan sat cross-legged on a futon.

Poof.

His face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

And the hand that was held at the hilt of the sword also began to bleed.

"It seems that my greatest strength is the third-layer ...... of sword intent"