Chapter 7 Hey, I'm sorry, this time it's a slippery hand

"Boy, do you know that you are provoking our Chen family,"

One of the guards pulled out the long knife at his waist and slashed at Meng Fan's right arm, "Just leave your arm as reparation, haha." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The sword flashed, and the imaginary scene of blood splashing did not appear, and the guard couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw Meng Fan stretch out his right hand and clamp the long knife with only his index finger and middle finger, no matter how hard the guards tried, they were never able to pull out the long knife.

The guard's face turned red in a hurry, and he turned his head and shouted to his companion, "Chen San, why are you still stunned, don't help take this kid down." ”

"Oh, oh," the guard named Chen San woke up like a dream, pulled out his long knife, and slashed at Meng Fan.

"Ding,"

The guard only felt a strong shock that made his hands numb, and then he saw that the long knife that originally belonged to him was slashed at Chen San fiercely under Meng Fan's control.

"Ouch,"

Both of them were shocked by Meng Fan's sudden move, and they retreated again and again, but they were shocked in their hearts.

This kid, why is he so strong, could it be that the monster has become?

They didn't know that if the internal force was cultivated to an extremely high place, the physical fitness would naturally be improved, and the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" cultivated by Meng Fan, in the real world, also belonged to an extremely rare high-level and profound heart method, and naturally it was not comparable to a guard like them who had not even cultivated internal strength.

Soon, the movement at the door alarmed everyone in the Chen Mansion, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked towards Meng Fan surrounded by a group of people.

Seeing the plaque at Meng Fan's feet, a trace of unhappiness flashed in the man's eyes, and when he saw Meng Fan's dress, he squeezed out a smiling face, "This son is polite, in Xia Chen Fugui, I don't know where the son is taught, what is the offense of my Chen family?" ”

The man's reaction made Meng Fan stunned, and after thinking about it, he understood this person's thoughts,

At this moment, Meng Fan is dressed as a rich son, and with internal strength, the man must want to find out his origin and take countermeasures.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan became unpolite, "Hmph, are you the person in charge of the Chen Mansion, my brother Fang Ping was injured by your people not long ago, what do you think." ”

Anyway, Meng Fan is here for revenge, so naturally he won't make a false deal with them.

"Fang Comment,"

A hint of understanding flashed in Chen Fugui's eyes, and then he sneered, "Who should I be, it turned out to be the Fang family's thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, what's the matter, isn't he dead with the surname Fang?" ”

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, hand over the one surnamed Yang."

"Oh? It turned out to be for Mr. Yang, it's good, if you want to know where Mr. Yang is, then pass me first. ”

For some reason, Meng Fan clearly saw that when mentioning the three words "Mr. Yang", Chen Fugui unconsciously showed a hint of respect, obviously, this Mr. Yang is not simple than Meng Fan imagined.

"Very well, since that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude,"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Fugui saw Meng Fan rushing towards him, "Come on, stop this kid for me." ”

Four or five people who looked like family members, holding swords, rushed towards Meng Fan together,

Seeing this, Meng Fan couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, he had the foresight to snatch a weapon, otherwise, with his own ability, although he was not afraid of these blades, he would have to work hard.

Thinking of this, the long knife in Meng Fan's hand waved,

The long knife slashed through a white slash and met the blade,

"Ding Ding Ding,"

The sound of the handover of blades is endless,

Those who fought with each other were horrified to find that as soon as the blade in their hands came into contact with Meng Fan, their palms were numb.

"Bang, bang,"

In less than a few rounds, the blades in these men's hands were all shattered to the ground.

"What a crap!"

Chen Fugui saw that the situation was not good, twisted his slightly chubby body, and turned around to run.

"Bell,"

A bright long knife grazed his cheek and slammed it into the ground, and then Chen Fugui heard a slightly apologetic voice,

"Oops, I'm sorry, this time it's a slippery hand."

......

After capturing Chen Fugui, Meng Fan was not polite, and soon asked about the situation of "Mr. Yang", and then swaggered into Chen's mansion, sweeping away Chen Fugui's savings for decades, and called it "spiritual loss fee", Chen Fugui was angry and almost wanted to vomit blood, and finally fainted on the threshold.

"Steward Fang, then,"

Throwing the money he got to Steward Fang, Meng Fan came to Fang Ping's bedroom again.

"Huh,"

Seeing Fang Ping on the sickbed, Meng Fan frowned unconsciously.

It's not that Fang Ping's injuries have worsened again, but that his almost pale face has a faint hint of blood, which makes Meng Fan a little surprised, "It shouldn't be." ”

At this moment, there was no one else in the room, and Fang Ping was even more unconscious, so Meng Fan was not polite, stretched out his palm, and investigated the situation in Fang Ping's body again.

"It's strange, the originally ruptured spleen has shown signs of healing, it shouldn't be,"

Meng Fan pondered hard, if he said that Fang Ping had taken some kind of elixir, it would be impossible, if there really was, it was estimated that Steward Fang would have taken it for him a long time ago.

"But what is the reason?"

Meng Fan unconsciously looked at his hands, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't lost an internal force for Fang Ping not long ago, could it be ......

"I feel that my Jiuyang Divine Skill also has the effect of the Divine Sutra," Meng Fan said to himself.

In order to prove his conjecture, Meng Fan worked tirelessly to evaluate the internal force for Fang again.

This time, he also deliberately mobilized a little more internal force, and after the input, Meng Fan felt a feeling of weakness in his body, and he could barely stand on his feet.

Looking at Fang Ping's face, which had recovered a little blood, Meng Fan smiled bitterly, "This is the ..... I can finally make the little sister happy. ”

"Squeak,"

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As soon as he finished chattering about the little junior sister, Meng Fan saw the little junior sister Fang Yanqing hurriedly pushed open the door, "Senior brother, senior brother, I heard that you went to avenge your brother..... Hey, brother, why is your face so pale, is it because you're injured? ”

"I'm fine,"

Meng Fan squeezed out a smile at Fang Yanqing with difficulty, and pointed to Fang Ping on the sickbed, "Little junior sister, your brother is ...... He is still saved. ”

"Really?"

A hint of surprise flashed on Fang Yanqing's face, and then she showed a little surprise, "Senior brother, I know you want to comfort me, it's okay, I've already thought about it." ”

"It's true, when did my senior brother lie to you, I don't believe you came to see for yourself, is your brother's face much better than before?"

"Really,"

Fang Yanqing walked to the sickbed in disbelief, but found that Fang Ping, who was originally dying, had recovered a little blood, and his breath was much calmer than before.

Under the surprise, Fang Yanqing hugged Meng Fan, like a dragonfly touching water, and gently kissed Meng Fan.

"Thank you, brother."