Guo Shao and the others hurriedly surrounded him.

I saw that from the unmonitored room, a blood-stained figure walked out, and he was still carrying a recurved scimitar in his hand.

"How could it be him? What about Li Feng! Guo Shao looked at Wu Jiangnan with a surprised face.

Wu Lao's face was as usual, but if he looked closely, he could still see his eyebrows jumping slightly, he swore that Li Feng could bring someone in ten minutes, but now he has become the other party who came out. Isn't that a slap in the face?

Guo Shao ignored the ugly Wu Lao, picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled inside: "Aren't you the mercenary king?" I can't even deal with a high school student! The rest were all given to me, and they were captured alive, three times the commission for each of them. ”

At this moment, Guo Shao also made a big move, which was naked dollars.

But in the battle that followed,

Ground floor,

Second floor

Third floor.

Under the monitor, Jiang Fan was like a bamboo.

Although every battle is a hard battle, Jiang Fan can enter the next battle in full state every time.

Special forces, Muay Thai king, Guo Shao enough for the remaining five-person escort team, but none of them were able to stop Jiang Fan, Guo Shao watched Jiang Fan in the monitor, one person and one knife, and stepped on the stairs on the fourth floor.

At this moment, his face was really ugly, and the previous elegance and ease were gone.

"Didn't you say okay, he's just a side dish? How so. Guo Shao looked angry and yelled.

"He should have some special abilities, but don't worry, young master, that's the end of it." Wu Jiangnan was still standing calmly beside Guo Shao, and he didn't see anything unusual at all

"I hope so." Guo Shao pursed his lips, and the corner of his eyes swept the old man beside him, but he still had a little awe of this old man in his heart.

As soon as he stepped into the fourth floor, Jiang Fan saw the dying Wu Zhichao lying at the staircase, Jiang Fan did not sympathize with him, and the current tragic situation was also regarded as he deserved.

Jiang Fan stepped over him and walked into the hall, a young man sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and there was an old man standing next to him, and there was no one else.

"Where's Ziran!" Jiang Fan stepped out and asked.

Guo Shao leaned back, looking lazy: "Death is on the verge of death, and I am still in the mood to save people." Do you know what this place is! ”

Without waiting for Jiang Fan to ask, there was a sound of humming from the half-open door behind Guo Shao.

This voice Jiang Fan is familiar with, it is Zi Ran.

"Ziran, don't be afraid, I'll save you."

Jiang Fan ignored Guo Shao and the others, and went directly to the room.

"Little thief, presumptuous, is this also a place where you can set foot?" The old man's voice was like a bell, which made Jiang Fan's figure stagnate.

"Hurry up and apologize for your crimes, and save the old man from doing it." Wu Jiangnan shook his sleeves and said proudly behind his hands.

Jiang Fan almost thought that he had misheard, and couldn't help but glance up at the old man, only to confirm that he was indeed talking about self-determination.

Jiang Fan has seen a lot of people who can load pens and brag about it.

Basically, it is to make people kneel down and admit their mistakes, slap themselves, or beat them badly, which is crazy enough.

And this old man looks like he is indisputable, and when he comes up, he makes people judge himself, which makes him pretend to be a new height and a new realm.

Durima let me die, and I'll admit your mistake.

Jiang Fan glanced at him: "Old man, you also want to be beaten, right?" ”

"Presumptuous!"

Steward Wu rang out as the words sounded, and his figure instantly came to Jiang Fan.

A side kick hit Jiang Fan directly, this leg was as fast as lightning, and Jiang Fan had dealt with many masters before. Whether it's an underground boxing champion, an ace killer, or a top mercenary.

None of them can make Jiang Fan unable to even do the most basic parrying dodge moves.

What kind of strength does this old man have, he is much faster than Li Feng based on speed alone.

"Who are you?" Jiang Fan, who got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The old man is an internal martial artist, Wu Jiangnan. Let you be a ghost before you die. The old man arrived proudly.

"What is an internal strength martial artist?" Jiang Fan said to the phone in his mind.

Bite~

"The inner strength martial artist is equivalent to the god slave realm of the god refining system. However, the cultivation techniques of the inner family fist are uneven, and the improvement of the body is not as good as the refining god mobile phone, and it is detected that the opponent's strength is floating on the edge of the initial level of the god slave realm, or the peak of the mortal realm. ”

No wonder this old man is so powerful, Jiang Fan is not yet at the high level of the mortal realm, and with the help of the purification spell and spiritual eye, he can still fight with those people who are at the high level of the mortal realm. But the other party is already in the realm of god slaves.

You must know that the other party is not Mr. Zhu, an ordinary person who suddenly gained strength, but an ancient martial artist who has been cultivated over the years.

This gap in actual combat experience cannot be bridged by two divine arts.

After thinking about it, Jiang Fan checked his attribute interface and found that his divine power value showed signs of fluctuation.

By the way, this old man is obviously much stronger than No. 1 and those people downstairs, and if he fights against him, he may be able to break through the last 5 points of divine power.

"Now at this time, I dare to wander and look for death." Wu Jiangnan saw that Jiang Fan was stunned, kicked his feet on the ground, and blasted Jiang Fan out again.

"Old man, is that all you have to do? It's almost the same as tickling me. Jiang Fan got up from the ground, but looking at the broken cut on his forehead and the cold sweat mixed with beans, anyone could see that he was just talking big.

"If you dare to speak quickly, I'll see how much time you can last."

Jiang Fan was hit twice by Wu Jiangnan, and he was also somewhat familiar with Wu Jiangnan's speed. He opened his spiritual eyes and found that every time Wu Jiangnan attacked, there was a thick air flow in his body swimming around him.

Is this internal strength? It's a lot thicker than the guys downstairs.

I don't know that when I reach the realm of gods and slaves, I will also produce this thing?

Jiang Fan's hand holding the dogleg knife tightened, and the whole person's fighting spirit became stronger.

Made, even if you can't beat the other party, you can't be a human target for others, if you want to beat me so comfortably, there's no way.

Jiang Fan used a meditation blow, and his spiritual eyes stared at the internal strength of Steward Wu's body, even if he was beaten, he would have to make the other party pay a price.

The Nepalese saber turned into a black mang and slashed towards Wujiangnan. Jiang Fan was confident that even if this blow missed the opponent, he could at least force his attack back.

"What!"

Who knew that the Nepalese saber actually stopped in mid-air, and was taken by Steward Wu empty-handed.

Jiang Fan drew his saber and found that the blade was pinched to death. He took a closer look, and it turned out that Steward Wu didn't know when there was an extra pair of iron claws in his right hand.

It was this saber that he grabbed with this pair of iron claws.

"Can this garbage also be used as a weapon? Looks like you don't even know about refining weapons. Wu Jiangnan said, and his hand suddenly struggled.

"Break it for me."

Click!

The Nepalese saber was cut off in response to Wu Jiangnan's drinking.