After a brief period of excitement about the reunion of old friends, Zhang Fan asked where the people in the village had gone.

The little dog said with a somewhat hideous face: "Recently, a group of robbers have come, and they are all evil. Blacksmith Li in the east of the village and Grandpa Niu, the village chief, were all killed by them!"

Zhang Fan's expression was a little dazed, Blacksmith Li was a man as strong as an ox, with dark skin and distinct muscles, I heard that he was a good hand in the rivers and lakes in the early years, but he was tired of fighting and lived in seclusion in Xiaojiang Town to make a living by striking iron. In Zhang Fan's memory, although Blacksmith Li was vicious, he had a good heart, and often helped their group of playful children to avoid being tracked by adults.

And Grandpa Niu, Zhang Fan is also very familiar, he was already old when he left, always smiling and pinching the white beard that fell to his heart, and the two elders he was familiar with had been killed by robbers.

Zhang Fan's eyes showed a trace of blood. I don't know when his murderous aura became stronger, and he had the urge to kill if his mind was slightly uneven. The little dog was too close to Zhang Fan, and he personally felt the uncomfortable killing intent on Zhang Fan's body, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Zhang Fan restrained his killing intent and spat out a turbid breath: "What about everyone?"

"Some of them are hiding in the ancestral mountains, and some of them have been captured!"

Behind Xiaojiang Village is a small mountain bag, it looks like a big tomb bag from a distance, in fact, this is indeed the ancestral mountain of Xiaojiang Village, the villagers of all generations are buried here after their deaths, Xiaojiang Village has existed for thousands of years, the hill is full of tombs, and at night, the spots are all turquoise blue ghost fires.

The little dog wanted to take Zhang Fan to Zushan to meet the big guy, but Zhang Fan said, "I'll go and destroy the robbers first!

As soon as the words fell, his body shook and disappeared in front of the little dog, the little dog was stunned for a while, and then pinched his face, and tears of pain flowed out, and he said very suspiciously: "I didn't dream!

Zhang Fan performed a yin and yang step, sticking to the horizon and flying by, his divine mind had already captured the bandit base, and a wooden hall rose in the low mountains, Zhang Fan did not break into it directly, because he felt the fluctuation of the capable people at the peak of the half-step, and sure enough, this was not a simple group of robbers.

Most of the people here are mortals, and they look like they are extremely vicious, but they are very disciplined and well-defended, with three steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry, interspersed with monks who are not weak in cultivation.

But he was fearless, and stood straight in front of the mountain gate.

When the patrolling bandits saw it, they immediately drew their long swords: "Who is coming?"

Zhang Fan laughed coldly, he had been away from home for more than ten years, and when he came back, the villagers fled to death, living under the tomb of the ancestral mountain, how could he not be angry, his hands rose and fell, and the two heads of the big people rolled to the ground.

When the bandits in the distance saw it, they immediately shouted: "Someone has broken into the mountain!"

Five figures in a row rushed out, holding a broad axe knife: "Grandma, the kid is tired of being crooked, isn't it that the Xiaotian Gang dares to break in!"

Zhang Fan came here with one word: kill!

Everyone had to die, and in order to prevent anyone from escaping, he sacrificed ten flags and trapped the mountain.

"Monk!" a young man shouted to the crowd, "Get out of the way, he's a monk!"

The bandits who came around pushed away like a tide, they may be considered good hands in the rivers and lakes, but to the monks who practice in the world, they are simply ants, the young man held a Fang Tian painting halberd: "This fellow Daoist, you have crossed the line!"

"Lingtai monk?" Zhang Fan disdained.

The young man laughed: "Are the people of the Yan Kingdom like this? Realm does not mean strength! Let's see the strength of the ancient monks!"

He slashed the halberd of the round sky and slashed down. The majesty of the tiger was vigorous, and Zhang Fan felt a trace of fear, slapped his palms on his chest, and layers of thick palm power swept out. Unparalleled strength blasted this arrogant young man into slag.

To Zhang Fan's surprise, the palm power that could destroy the magic weapon did not break the Fang Tian painting halberd, the owner of this weapon had turned into gray smoke, and it stood alone on the ground, with cold eyes on both sides.

Zhang Fan held it in his hand and probed into his divine thoughts, this was not a magic weapon, but it was extremely hard, and he wasted some strength to tear off Fang Tian's halberd.

"What, you actually destroyed the blade refined by the ancient method!" said a monk in surprise, and then his eyes showed hideousness, "Challenge us, you have survived!"

He also pulled out a Fang Tian painting halberd, and at the same time, a total of ten people came with a halberd in hand. Zhang Fan was a little speechless: "Don't you have any other weapons?"

Zhang Fan didn't use the second move, because the enemy couldn't stand the power of his palm, and in an instant, all the ten murderous people exploded and died, and even the indestructible Fang Tian Painting Halberd exploded into dust.

The bandits of the Xiaotian Gang were panicked like the end had come, and they looked at the crazy Zhang Fan with trepidation. Zhang Fan showed no mercy, even if there were mortals, they were all wiped out.

Because they all deserve to die.

Finally, some real masters appeared.

A Fang Tian painting halberd came out of the main hall, and the blade was incomparably sharp, so that Zhang Fan's treasure body was threatened. He took a deep breath and thrust his left hand out, his overwhelming palm slamming the blade of the air attack and slamming it to the ground. Suddenly, more blades shot out from the hall.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds are everywhere, and they all reveal bursts of spiritual power fluctuations. Zhang Fan swallowed mountains and rivers with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, and suppressed all these magic weapons with one palm.

This time, the people in the hall were a little panicked, and a voice came out: "Fellow Daoist, misunderstanding!"

"Are you stupid?" Zhang Fan responded with this, and only said that he had misunderstood until he had killed it? With his left hand, he pushed out an incomparably evil stone tablet, and the rolling evil force pierced through the hall.

A bloody body hugged the sky-high stele: "Ah... Devil!" then exploded and died.

Zhang Fan killed dozens of people in anger, but his body was not stained with blood, and he stood in front of the door of the main hall: "Do you want me to invite you out?"

There are also masters, and their cultivation is not particularly high. Zhang Fan already knew after killing the first monk that these people were not good at cultivation, at most they were in the Yuan period, but the battle was really terrifying, and they were all existences that could kill people beyond the level.

From just a few words, he guessed that these people did not belong to the Yan Kingdom.

Three people walked out of the main hall in a row, holding powerful magic weapons in their hands, and at the head was a burly black-faced man, who said in a deep voice: "Boy, you can be good. It's a pity you're in the wrong place!"

Zhang Fan said coldly: "Yes, I don't feel like any of you are a threat!"

"The frog at the bottom of the well of the Yan Kingdom!!"

"Really, why don't you say your name and surprise my frog at the bottom of the well?"

"The dead don't need to know much, go to hell and repent!"

The three of them killed at the same time, they were all peak cultivators of the Yuan Cultivation Period, and Zhang Fan's realm was about the same, when the four of them collided together, Zhang Fan was a little surprised, these three people were not high in cultivation, but their combat power was close to the peak of the Cultivation Period. However, he was not afraid, no matter how strong the strength of these three people was, it was just a tonic for refining the treasure body.

He channeled all the remaining strength of the impact into his body. Confident, he uses his strength to temper his body when fighting against people. It's dangerous, he's fighting six masters at the same time.

When he felt that these three people were useless to his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hands pushed horizontally, and the two stone tablets pushed forward, shaking the three of them to death.

"There's an old guy!" Zhang Fan thought about it, and there was only one half-step peak old thing here.

The pinnacle is the Little Heaven Ladder. There are many in the barren soil of Yan Kingdom, so people in this realm are not worth anything at all, let alone a half-step peak. Zhang Fan had already slaughtered several of them, but today he twisted his eyebrows with some caution. The exercises practiced by these people are very strange, and their cultivation is low, but they can burst out with great strength. How strong should this half-step peak be?

"Boy, you're a genius too. It's a pity that it's too sharp!" a loud voice came from underground. The earth suddenly collapsed, and a golden light splattered from Zhang Fan's feet.

If it weren't for Zhang Fan's timely retreat, I am afraid that he would have been hit by it.

"Hmph, old thing. It's a shame that you're half a step at the pinnacle of a sneak attack!"