Zhuang Fan saw the menacing appearance of those immortal disciples, and he didn't take it to heart, but turned his head to look at Old Man Ran and asked, "Old man, what's going on?" ”

Old Man Ran knew that he couldn't hide the matter, so he immediately told Zhuang Fan everything he knew.

According to what the other party said, a hundred years ago, the immortal gate was opened, and a strong man who claimed to be an elder of Moromon was chased and killed, and he happened to be rescued by Old Man Ran's father.

At that time, the Ran family was only a third-rate family, and because of that opportunity, it was favored by the Moromon elders, and he was hereby accepted as a disciple, and before leaving, he handed over a treasure searched in the secret realm to the Ran family for safekeeping, saying that he would come to pick it up after a hundred years.

Old Man Ran's father has been following the orders of the elder of Namormon, waiting for the immortal gate to open, and when the time comes, after returning the treasure to Moromun, he will be able to move his family into the immortal gate and the chicken dog ascend to heaven.

But just fifty years ago, Old Man Ran's father planned to go to see the treasure that had been in the treasure room for a long time, and Old Man Ran was also accompanying him, but a strange thing happened, his father had just come into contact with the treasure, and a divine light appeared, and then Old Man Ran and his father disappeared out of thin air.

A few days ago, the Moromon disciples came to ask for treasures as promised, and the old man Ran had no choice but to tell each other about these, but how could those disciples believe this, they only felt that the Ran family refused to hand over the treasures.

But because of the entrustment of the elders of the sect, they did not immediately kill him, but gave Old Man Ran a chance to think about it.

And today, that is the deadline.

Zhuang Fan listened, and suddenly his face was abrupt.

At the same time, I was extremely curious about what kind of treasure it was, and it had such terrifying abilities.

While Zhuang Fan was thinking, Old Man Ran said pitifully: "Lord Zhuang, villain, please help me this time, otherwise, my Ran family will be wiped out." ”

Zhuang Fan didn't speak, after all, this is a matter between the Moromon family and the Ran family, and it is difficult for an outsider to interfere.

Moreover, Moromon can be regarded as benevolent and righteous, although he is powerful, he has not done anything excessive in the Ran family or even Shangning.

If you make it yourself, it's a bit of a nonsense.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhuang Fan looked at Shen Ningbing beside him and asked, "Wife, what do you think about this matter?" ”

Shen Ningbing was also a little difficult for a while, when facing the disciples of the Immortal Sect before, the other party was arrogant, and he would shoot directly if he didn't agree with him, completely treating them as mustard, so he could make a move without any worries.

However, this time, the other party is reasonable, and if they make a move, they will inevitably be tongued.

But if you don't make a move, it doesn't seem appropriate to watch the Ran family being wiped out.

Thinking like this, Shen Ningbing could only say: "Zhuang Fan, it's better to be like this, you should be a peacemaker, let the double anti talk about it." ”

Zhuang Fan smiled bitterly, "It's about the treasure of Moromin, it is estimated that no matter who it is, there is no way to be good." ”

While Zhuang Fan was thinking about it, those Moromon disciples had already landed in front of the bamboo pavilion, and everyone present was surrounded by water.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Ran was so frightened that the three souls disappeared, while Wang Cheng and Xiao Mei trembled, for fear of being affected by this incident, as for Zhuang Fan, he tasted fragrant tea casually, looking like he had nothing to do with himself.

Zhuang Fan's performance, in the eyes of those disciples, was quite provocative.

Immediately, a disciple clenched the long sword and slashed suddenly, and a sword qi flew out, and the target was the teacup in Zhuang Fan's hand.

It is conceivable that the picture of the cup breaking the water did not happen, the sword qi that was enough to kill the heaven-level powerhouse, let alone the teacup, did not even have a trace of sparks.

"How so?" The disciple was stunned, obviously he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking man would have such terrifying power.

"Who are you? Why is it here? This is a matter between our Moromon and the Ran family, and it has nothing to do with you, please leave. The leader of the Moromon disciple said.

Zhuang Fan smiled: "First of all, I don't want to meddle in the affairs between you, secondly, I came here because I was invited by Old Man Ran, as for the third, it seems that you made a move on me first, right?" Why are you accusing me of it now? ”

While speaking, Zhuang Fan flicked his fingers, and the teacup in his hand flew out, smashing directly at the Moromon disciple who shot at him, the disciple was quick with his eyes, and put the long sword across his chest, but Rao was like this, there was still a great force smashing on his body, he snorted, and his body flew upside down for dozens of meters before he stabilized his body.

Although Zhuang Fan didn't go all out in this move, but Rao was like this, the disciple still felt that the power in his body was rolling, and his five organs were shifting, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"This ......" Those disciples saw this scene and knew that they had met a master, and they were also people from the cultivation realm.

"You are also from the Xianmen? I don't know which sect I'm from? The first disciple asked.

Zhuang Fan smiled but said nothing.

However, Ran Minghao took the opportunity to step forward, he forcibly endured the fear in his heart, and said: "I advise you, if you don't want to die, it's best to leave Shangning for me, otherwise, this Lord Zhuang will kill all your bullshit Moromins." I can tell you that Lord Zhuang's strength is extremely strong, and he has even killed Panlong, so it is easy to deal with you. ”

"What? Are you Zhuang Fan? The Moromon disciples had complicated expressions on their faces.

Zhuang Fan's name is not only famous in the martial arts world of Jiangnan Province during this time, but even many sects from the Immortal Sect have heard of it.

Because Zhuang Fan had killed the disciples of the Immortal Sect one after another before, the means were so terrifying that they were almost to the point of changing their color.

What I didn't expect was that now this peerless fierce god was actually in front of him.

"Senior brother, what should we do now?" A disciple asked.

The disciple of the leading Moromon groaned slightly, and then waved his hand, intending to leave.

Seeing this, Ran Minghao knew that the other party was afraid of Zhuang Fan's divine might, and immediately shouted: "Is our Ran family a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?" You bumped into Lord Zhuang, do you think Lord Zhuang will spare you away? I advise you to kneel down and commit suicide, otherwise, Lord Zhuang will not only kill you in a fit of anger, but also go to your sect and kill all your strong people in the Moro Sect. ”

After saying this, Ran Minghao was extremely excited, I don't know if it was because of excitement or for what reason, the whole person seemed extremely excited.

After all, he has always grown up listening to the legends of Xianmen since he was sensible, but now, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, and with the help of Zhuang Fan's name, he can humiliate him, and this feeling is extremely pleasant.

When those Moromon disciples heard this, they were extremely angry, and they wanted to dismantle Ran Minghao in eight pieces, but unfortunately, they didn't dare, because Zhuang Fan was here.

Ran Minghao laughed, looking like I just like to see you want to kill me, but I don't have the courage to do it.

Old Man Ran saw Ran Minghao like this, and he was quite helpless in his heart, he knew that with these words, the Liang Zi of the Ran family and Moromon was completely settled.

immediately came to Zhuang Fan and said, "Master Zhuang, you have also seen the situation in front of you, it is better to ......"

"No, I refuse." Zhuang Fan shook his head and said.

He had almost dealt with this matter, and he only needed to conclude a soul contract with these disciples to avoid the other party's reckoning.

It can be seen that Ran Minghao is dead, Zhuang Fan suddenly feels that he is a little nosy.

Seeing this, Old Man Ran suddenly became anxious.

And that Ran Minghao was so frightened that he softened.

He originally thought that his radical method was impeccable, as long as he forced Zhuang Fan to make a move, he would be able to prevent future troubles, but he didn't expect Zhuang Fan to suddenly come out like this.

While Ran Minghao was thinking, those Moromon disciples had already taken off with their swords.

"Master Ran, today, for Mr. Zhuang's sake, I will spare you once, but the next time you appear, it will be your death." The Moromon disciple opened his mouth and planned to leave here.

But right now.

A ray of blood rose from the ground and rushed directly into the air at a speed that could not be discerned by the naked eye.

A Moromon disciple was caught off guard and was enveloped in blood.

Before he even had time to scream, the disciple's body immediately turned into a dried corpse, and together with the long sword under his feet, it fell to the ground, turned into flying ashes, and died.

This scene happened just too fast.

As a result, those Moromon disciples couldn't guard against it at all.

"Quick, get together." Senior Brother Moromon commanded.

Those disciples immediately gathered in a circle, looking like a great enemy was coming.

At this moment, a deafening laughter spread out, and I saw that a white-haired figure covered in blood suddenly appeared, looking at Moromon disciple with gloomy eyes.

"Hehe, since you are here today, don't think about leaving, leave your life behind." The man spoke.

"Hey, who's that?" Zhuang Fan looked curious.

And the old man Ran on the side was full of complicated expressions.

He immediately exclaimed, "Father, you ...... Didn't even die? ”

What the?

When Zhuang Fan heard this, he was stunned.

Didn't it mean that this old man Ran's father disappeared with the treasure of Moromon fifty years ago?

How did it suddenly appear?

And that strong aura made even Zhuang Fan feel a little oppressive.

Vaguely, Zhuang Fan could still see an illusory figure from the other party's Tianmen acupoint.

That's a sign of a soul baby.

Could it be that Old Man Ran's father, with the supreme treasure of Namoromon, became a strong man?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhuang Fan couldn't help but change slightly.

When Zhuang Fan was shocked by the terrifying strength of the previous head of the Ran family, the latter laughed wildly again, and without saying a word, he began to seal quickly, and saw that one after another blood was rising, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped those Moromon disciples.

"Run." Those Moromon disciples naturally sensed the other party's horror and planned to escape with all their might.

It's a pity that a group of Jindan powerhouses could be the opponents of the Yuanying Great Cultivator.

They didn't even have time to move a minute before they were possessed by the blood.

I saw that their physical bodies were shrinking at an extremely fast rate, and in the end, they became a dried corpse.

Just a minute.

Those Moromon disciples are all dead.

Seeing this scene, the people present showed a look of astonishment.

Then, the body of the ancestor of the Ran family flickered and fell into the bamboo pavilion, he looked at Zhuang Fan with a solemn gaze, and said with an evil smile: "I know you, your name is Zhuang Fan, your strength is very strong, but compared to me, it is much weaker, so kneel down for me to die, maybe, I am happy, I only absorb your strength, and I don't want your life." ”

When these words fell, the atmosphere suddenly condensed to the freezing point.