After waking up, Zhuang Fan's tiredness disappeared completely, and was replaced by a feeling of refreshment.

The power of the thin hairspring continued to run along the limbs and hundreds of remains, and finally, they converged in his dantian.

Although this force, on the surface, is much weaker than in its previous heyday, this is only the appearance.

This is like a pile of 10 million cash, compared with a check with a face value of more than 100 million, on the bright side, the former looks much more shocking, but in fact, the check with a face value of more than 100 million is even greater.

This power in Zhuang Fan's body, called the power of creation, is an energy that is countless times more powerful than internal strength, and it is a higher-order energy.

"I don't know how much stronger I am now than before." Zhuang Fan muttered to himself.

Suddenly.

An idea came to mind.

I saw Zhuang Fan take out a long sword from the lockbox.

It was the spiritual weapon specially given by the head of the Yang family in Yangzhou in order to ask Zhuang Fan for forgiveness.

Although this spiritual weapon is much weaker than the blood-colored dagger in Zhuang Fan's hand, it is still a rare treasure.

If nothing else, if it is auctioned on the black market, it is estimated that even if it is 100 billion, someone will buy it.

After all, for a martial artist, even if he has one more magic weapon, his strength can be a little stronger, not to mention a spiritual weapon.

Airplanes.

With a wave of Zhuang Fan's hand, a trace of the power of creation entered the spirit weapon long sword.

The long sword that absorbed Zhuang Fan's power instantly bloomed with radiance, floating out of thin air.

This is the art of Edgeworth.

Sou.

Under Zhuang Fan's manipulation, the spirit weapon long sword roared and stabbed towards Zhuang Fan.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zhuang Fan.

Zhuang Fan's eyes were quick, and he smashed out of thin air, and the iron fist touched the spirit weapon long sword.

The moment the two came into contact, the air vibrated and a dull humming sound spread.

Then.

The light on the surface of the spirit weapon sword disappeared in an instant.

Click.

A crack appeared on the hilt of the sword, and then spread all over the body.

In the end, the spirit weapon long sword turned into countless fragments and fell to the ground.

This scene, if it was seen by the head of the Yang family, would definitely be extremely shocked.

You must know that this long sword is the treasure of the Yang family, and with this treasure, Yang Zhan has cut through thorns and thorns many times, slashing the opponent under the sword, and the power is endless.

But now, he was smashed into broken copper and iron by Zhuang Fan's punch.

How destructive is that?

And Zhuang Fan was also a little stunned.

After all, he didn't have such a strong force before.

"It's worthy of the power of creation, it's really terrifying." Zhuang Fan muttered to himself.

In the following time, Zhuang Fan continued to cultivate, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

At this moment, the phone rang.

The caller ID person is Shen Ningbing.

"Zhuang Fan, I may have to work overtime in the company tonight, my daughter, I asked Qiu Ya to send it to my parents, and you can solve it yourself for dinner." Shen Ningbing said.

"Okay." Zhuang Fan smiled lightly.

Hanging up the phone, Zhuang Fan planned to order a takeout to satisfy his stomach.

Although he has now cultivated the Mixed Yuan Technique, he has only cultivated to the first level, and he has not reached the realm of Bigu.

Otherwise, you only need to practice Qi and meditate every day, and you don't need to eat three meals a day at all.

An hour later, Zhuang Fan finished eating takeout and took a shower, and planned to take the opportunity to cultivate again to see if he could hit the second layer.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Zhuang Fan hurriedly ran over to open the door, and saw a beautiful figure standing in front of him.

"Miss Zhao, who are you?" Zhuang Fan asked curiously.

On this big night, Zhao Shiying suddenly came to the house, what did she want to do?

Seeing Zhuang Fan like this, Zhao Shiying said angrily: "Zhuang Fan, don't get me wrong, I came to you, not because I had any messy ideas, but because I sent someone to protect you." ”

"Protect me?" Zhuang Fan looked confused.

"Of course." Zhao Shiying bowed her head and said, "Don't forget, you are an ordinary person now, and when you were a god realm powerhouse before, you made too many enemies, and it is inevitable that someone will take the opportunity to retaliate, and when the time comes, you will ......."

When Zhuang Fan heard this, he chuckled in his heart.

He immediately stopped and said, "Don't worry, if anyone dares to make a mistake in front of me, I will definitely let them come and go." ”

Hearing Zhuang Fan's words, Zhao Shiying was quite speechless.

She glared at Zhuang Fan and said: "Zhuang Fan, if it was before, I would definitely believe what you said, but now you don't have the slightest strength, not to mention those martial arts masters, even any yellow-level martial artist can easily kill you in seconds." ”

Zhuang Fan was about to explain.

But before the words were finished, Zhao Shiying directly bypassed Zhuang Fan and walked to the bedroom.

Seeing Zhuang Fan following her, Zhao Shiying chuckled and said, "Zhuang Fan, I'm going to take a bath now, do you want to follow me?" ”

Zhuang Fan's face was full of embarrassment and he could only sit in front of the sofa.

And his divine consciousness has already been released.

Soon, Zhuang Fan noticed a lot of powerful aura around the rented house, and there was no lack of a god realm powerhouse.

Thinking about it, these people should be Zhao Shiying looking for to protect herself.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Zhao Shiying poked her head out, looked at Zhuang Fan, and said with a blushing face: "My pajamas are in my bag, can you ......?"

"I can't." Zhuang Fan directly refused.

Zhao Shiying was angry, "You won't help me, right?" Okay, I'll come out now, and see if it's you or me who is embarrassed. ”

Zhuang Fan's scalp was numb, "Yes, I'm afraid you can't do it?" ”

While speaking, Zhuang Fan handed over Zhao Shiying's Chanel bag.

A few minutes later, Zhao Shiying, dressed in Winnie the Pooh's cartoon printed pajamas, walked out of the bathroom.

"Zhuang Fan, now I have to go to sleep, remember, don't take advantage of others." Zhao Shiying said, and after glancing at Zhuang Fan, she walked to the bedroom.

"Miss Zhao, you sleep in the bedroom, so where do I sleep?" Zhuang Fan said.

"Why, can you bear to let me sleep on the couch as a girl? Besides, we are lonely men and widows, and I am afraid that you will have bad intentions towards me at night while I am sleeping. Zhao Shiying said with a smile.

Zhuang Fan was speechless in his heart, and said angrily: "If you are afraid, then you can go back, my temple is small, and I can't accommodate you, the eldest lady." ”

It's a pity that Zhao Shiying didn't pay attention to Zhuang Fan, but slammed the door shut.

Zhuang Fan was a little helpless, and more puzzled.

You must know that if someone really comes to seek revenge, Zhao Shiying will not be able to help, but will drag her feet.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that when Shen Ningbing comes back from work tomorrow, how should he explain to the other party.

Do you want to tell the other party that Shen Ningbing stayed in their bedroom for one night last night in order to protect herself?

But who would believe it?

But the matter has come to this point, Zhuang Fan can only take one step at a time.

Without the interest of continuing to cultivate, Zhuang Fan could only lean on the sofa and forcibly force himself to sleep.

But just after closing his eyes, suddenly, a sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Zhuang Fan got up suddenly.

"Ah, what are you doing? Let go of me. A scream came from the bedroom.

Zhuang Fan hurriedly ran to open the door, and found that the anti-theft window was opened without knowing when, and there was no Zhao Shiying in the room.

"Not good." Zhuang Fan's complexion changed greatly, and when he looked along the anti-theft window, he saw a figure galloping, and in his arms, he was holding a struggling figure, which was Zhao Shiying.

"Damn." Zhuang Fan was furious.

Immediately, without hesitation, he jumped directly from the window, and finally landed steadily.

At this time, Zhuge Ji, Jiang Chuntao and other strong people who rushed over after hearing the news had already felt it.

Seeing Zhuang Fan appear out of thin air, they were taken aback.

"Zhuang Fan Xiaoyou, could it be that your strength?" Zhuge asked tentatively.

"I'll talk about this later, for now, let's hurry up and save Miss Zhao." Zhuang Fan said.

With a stomp on his toes, the figure disappeared in place.

Zhuge Jian and the others didn't dare to make a mistake, and they chased after them as quickly as possible.

Ten minutes later, Zhuang Fan appeared in front of an abandoned garbage dump.

And in front of Zhuang Fan, a group of strong men with a strong breath were fighting him-for-tat.

"Zhuang Fan, run away." Zhao Shiying shouted again and again.

Zhuang Fan chose to ignore this, his eyes swept over the strong people in front of him, and found that most of these people were people who had greater or lesser friction with him.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I just lost my cultivation, and you all came to find fault." Zhuang Fan chuckled, and then a ruthless look appeared in his eyes, "Okay, I spared your life before, but you didn't know how to advance or retreat, and you wanted to come to die, since this is the case, then leave your life for me." ”

Hearing this, a great grandmaster-level powerhouse sneered: "Zhuang Fan, you were indeed very strong before, but now you are just a waste, and any of us can easily wipe you out." ”

"Really? Then you can give it a try. Zhuang Fan said with an unchanged face.

When the words fell, he was going to make a brazen move.

But at this moment, in front of him, figures flickered.

It was Zhuge Ji, Jiang Chuntao and others.

And standing in front of him was an emaciated man with a broken sword in his hand.

"Remnant Sword? You...... Actually reached the god realm? Zhuang Fan was a little stunned.

He still remembered that last time, the remnant sword cut off an arm for himself, and he thought that the other party's cultivation would stop, but he didn't expect that the other party's cultivation would not retreat but rise.

In one fell swoop, he was promoted from a great grandmaster to a first-grade god realm.

When Zhuang Fan was surprised, the Remnant Sword's indifferent voice came out, "Divine Master Zhuang, I have to thank you for this improvement, if it weren't for your influence, I wouldn't have realized the true meaning of the Thirty-six Styles of the Remnant Sword." So to thank you, these enemies of yours, let me kill them. ”

The words fell, and the remnant sword stomped lightly on the ground, and his body rose from the ground.

"Thirty-six styles of the remnant sword, the last style, the endless sword array."

The remnant sword roared softly, and the broken sword in his hand kept swinging.

I saw that sharp sword rays continued to emerge, and finally flew towards those strong people.

Seeing this, those martial arts powerhouses frowned one by one, but they knew that the sword qi had locked them in, and even if they fled, it would be useless.

But just when they thought that they would be killed by these sword qi, a figure flashed out.

I saw that the man waved his hand casually, and he saw that the incomparably powerful sword formation of the remnant sword quickly collapsed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Are you...... Li Moco? The moment the remnant sword saw the man, his face was stunned.

"Hehe, Remnant Sword, you recognize the wrong person, I am not Li Moke, but his brother, Li Wuliang." The man said.

After finishing speaking, Li Wuliang chose to ignore the remnant sword, and his gaze fell on Zhuang Fan.

He smiled and said, "Master Zhuang, in the battle of Lanhai Lake that day, you killed my brother Li Moke, and today, I have come to avenge him." However, if you are now reduced to waste, kneel down and beg for mercy, and I may give you a whole corpse, or I will let you die without a place to bury. ”

Hearing the other party's words, Zhuang Fan scoffed.

"Li Wuliang, the battle of Lanhai Lake has been a while since today, before this, you didn't come to me for revenge, but now, you are mobilizing, you ...... Are you afraid of me? Zhuang Fan said with a smile.

When Zhuang Fan said this, Li Wuliang's face trembled.

But soon he sneered: "There is a saying that a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late." There is also a saying that he took advantage of his illness and wanted him to die. So, when I seek revenge on you, it's my freedom. ”

"That makes sense." Zhuang Fan smiled, and then changed his words, "But why do you think that you can kill me now?" ”

Li Wuliang clenched his fists and said, "With my iron fists. ”

didn't wait for Zhuang Fan to answer, only to hear the solemn voice of the remnant sword.

"Li Wuliang, if you want to kill Mr. Zhuang, you must pass my level first." Remnant Sword spoke.

Then he performed the Thirty-six Styles of the Remnant Sword again.

"Hehe, jumping clown, dare to jump in front of me?" Remnant Sword smirked scornfully.

"Immeasurable Divine Fist."

Rumble.

He punched out in the air.

Hit directly on the body of the remnant sword.

The remnant sword snorted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down.

Under one punch.

The remnant sword was defeated in an instant.

Easily solving the remnant sword, Li Wuliang looked at Zhuang Fan, and sneered: "Master Zhuang, the remnant sword has been placed in my hand, your guardian is gone, now, do you obediently come over and die?" ”

Zhuang Fan didn't pay attention to the other party, but walked to the remnant sword, made sure that the other party's life was not in danger, and immediately asked Zhuge Ji to take the healing pill for him.

And he got up and looked at Li Wuliang, "Li Wuliang, let me ask you, who gave you the courage to come and provoke me?" ”

As he spoke, Zhuang Fan spread out his right palm.

Seeing the power condensed like a gossamer in Zhuang Fan's palm, Li Wuliang laughed, "Zhuang Fan, I didn't expect you to recover your strength, but this strength is as thin as silk, not to mention me, I'm afraid that if you are a martial artist, you can't hurt him at all." ”

"Hehe, do you think this force is weak? But it's easy to kill you. Zhuang Fan squinted and smiled.

Then Zhuang Fan flicked his fingers, and the gossamer-like power of creation shot out.

Seeing this, Li Wuliang laughed, "Okay, I'll wait for you to kill me." ”

As he spoke, he just stood in place, waiting for Zhuang Fan's attack to get close.

And the strong men behind him also laughed out loud.

Can be a second.

The laughter of the crowd came to an abrupt end.

Because they saw that when that gossamer-like attack fell on Li Wuliang's body, the latter's body was actually split in two.

Then, with a bang, a blood-red flame rose.

Li Wuliang's body was instantly burned into nothingness.

When the scene fell, everyone looked like they had seen a ghost.