Jiang Xian, the boss of the Seven Ghost Thieves in Jinxi, saw that Chen Fan could easily pierce the dagger into the wooden pillar, his expression became solemn, his spear was held diagonally from his shoulder, and the iron gloves held the gun with a clattering sound, "Boy, Jiang has been crisscrossing the northwest for 20 years, he is not afraid of ghosts and gods, he is not afraid of the police, he comes and goes freely, he fights with a spear, he does not kill the nameless, and he reports his name." ”

"The head of the Chen family, Chen Fan. Chen Fan saw that the other party's spear was gripped, and his momentum changed suddenly, as if he had changed a person, he stood there, a gun is a person, a person is a gun, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised, you know, in this society, people who walk by the river to do big things either take a gun, or a watermelon knife, and at the worst, they also use a kitchen knife.

"The head of the Chen family?" Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "A hundred years ago, the Chen family was in the west of Jinxi, how prominent was the reputation of the capital, the seventieth Chen Fengyang once used his bare hands, and once defeated the seven emperors of Dongying with his own strength, the seventy-first head of the family, Chen Tianjiang, fought for the country, and defeated thirty Russian ** wrestlers, what a hero, the seventy-second head of the family, Chen Quanshan, abandoned martial arts and engaged in business, and was much inferior, and now, Qi Mao Xiao'er dared to bully me Jiang with his bare hands?"

When Chen Fan heard this, he smiled coldly, "You know a lot about the glorious deeds of our Chen family, you must not be an unknown person, why do you want to do that work of digging up the ancestral grave?"

Jiang Xian's face showed a hint of gloom, and he sighed: "Hehe, boy, you are too young, you don't understand what the trend of the trend is, the things left by the ancestors are being annihilated and disappeared, Jiang is from a family of marksmanship, his grandfather is invincible with a spear, but he was defeated by Chen Tianjiang with exquisite Tai Chi ten moves, and he ended up depressed, if the Jiang family is still chasing the soul and breaking the life of the gun, why is it so, a certain robbery of the tomb, is for martial arts, I might as well tell you, I came to the Chen family, not for the treasure, but for the Chen family's Taijiquan spectrum!" If you are willing to hand it over, I will spare your life!"

"Spare my life?" Chen Fan smiled, "To be honest, if you walk into the Chen family from the main entrance, maybe you still have a chance to observe a few tricks, and now you climb over the wall, you are a thief, but don't worry, I will leave you a whole corpse." ”

"Megalomaniacal boy!"

When Jiang Fan heard Chen Fan's words, he was furious, his hand was raised slightly, and the spear was like a long snake spitting out letters, obviously separated by a distance of more than ten meters, and it was almost there!

Duh!

Duh!

Duh!

The head of the cold front spear was in the shape of a zigzag, approaching Chen Fan's left and right and heart, Chen Fan felt a chill in his face, flashed sideways, and narrowly avoided the other party's terrible muzzle.

This guy's strength is not simple, he is even more powerful than Chen Yonghua!

"Good marksmanship!"

Whoa!

After stabilizing his figure, Chen Fan praised him, pulled towards his coat, tore off the two strips of cloth, and swept towards the flowing spring next to the door, the strips of cloth were soaked in water, Chen Fan dusted hard, the strips of cloth made a snapping sound, and countless droplets of water dripped in the air, and he unhurriedly wrapped the strips of cloth around his hands.

"Innate realm?" Jiang Xian, seeing that Chen Fan easily avoided his move of chasing the Soul Snatcher, his expression froze, "It seems that I underestimated you." ”

"You'll be amazed and yet to come. ”

Chen Fan showed a row of white teeth, his body was slightly on one side, one hand was half-raised, a foot of wet cloth was pulled on the palm of his hand, and the other hand was placed on his back.

"Tai Chi?"

Jiang Xian's pupils shrank, and then he was furious, "Boy, it's good, I hope you're not a showman!"

Airplanes!

The gun in Jiang Xian's hand stabbed at Chen Fan without warning, his move seemed to be unremarkable, but in fact it contained huge power, the barrel of the gun swung out air waves, and the muzzle of the gun came straight up, blocking all of Chen Fan's retreats.

However, Chen Fan has no intention of retreating!

If in the past, it was a very stupid act to touch other people's weapons with his hands, but Chen Fan now has enough confidence to do so, he silently runs the true yuan, the strip of cloth in his hand is like a spirit snake wrapped around the opponent's spear head, both hands with the help of the horizontal power of the gun, the body rises out of thin air, and when the body rolls in the air, he kicks the barrel of the gun.

Sou!

Chen Fan jumped out a few meters away like a bird, while Jiang Fan turned the muzzle of the gun and stuck it backwards on the ground, as if under a huge force, the barrel of the gun bent and then returned to its original state.

An unnatural look flashed on Jiang Fan's face, he snorted coldly, but he straddled the barrel of the gun on his waist, and his body circled, like a storm sweeping away leaves, and pressed towards Chen Fan again.

Under the cold light, the spear that Jiang Xian held horizontally was cold, and the spear was like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed several shots at Chen Fan!

However, instead of dodging backwards, Chen Fan came along the barrel of the gun, his body seemed to be wrapped around the barrel of the gun, no matter how Jiang Fan changed, Chen Fan was still at ease.

The gun is the king of a hundred weapons, it can be attacked and retreated, but Jiang Fan has obviously not reached that realm, after Chen Fan deceived himself, the three-meter-long gun exposed the side of his chest.

Chen Fan grabbed a trace of the other party's flaw, and his true qi slapped out of his palm, straight to Jiang Fan's heart.

Jiang Yan roared wildly and held the gun in his heart, barely resisting Chen Fan's palm, but the gun in his hand turned into two again, and he flew out upside down, slammed into the wooden pillar, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"True qi is released, so thick, no...... This is not the Innate Realm, is it the Qi Cultivation Realm? No, it is impossible!" Jiang Xian's eyes were bloody, he held two guns in his left and right hands, and pounced on Chen Fan again, "How could Jiang Mou lose to someone like you!"

Whew!

Jiang Xian, as the head of the Seven Ghosts of Jinxi, really has a few brushes, he not only uses the spear well, but also has a good strength with the double gun, he feels that the reason why he lost just now is because the gun is too long and not easy to play!

Now that it has become a double gun and hand-to-hand combat, he is confident that he will poke Chen Fan into a hole!

However, after Chen Fan tentatively took a few moves, his movements became more and more calm, and the use of Taijiquan became more and more handy, "This is the soul-chasing gun?

Chen Fan clasped his hands in his fists, and a huge Tai Chi pattern suddenly appeared, Jiang Xian's face showed shock, and then he smiled cruelly: "Don't underestimate me!"

Jiang Xian's two guns changed suddenly, and he stabbed eight shots forward with a tuk tuk, and his momentum was extraordinary.

However, Chen Fan retreated backwards, and a greenish-purple True Yuan palm shape ignored the spear flower stabbed in his hand and headed towards his heart.

"Don't do it yet!"

When Jiang Gang was desperate, he suddenly shouted loudly.

Boom!

Jiang sent the whole person upside down and hit the wall, and the sound of breaking ribs came from the sound.

Chen Fan didn't look at Jiang Fei who flew out, but turned around observantly, only to see that the locksmith who had never made a move had an umbrella-like tool in his hand, and at the top, there were twelve pinholes!

Not good!

Chen Fan instinctively flashed to his side, his body wrapped in a layer of greenish-purple true yuan.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, countless rivets shot out of the umbrella-shaped pinholes!

Woooo

The rivets flew out and struck the bronze bell in front of the ancestral hall, making a screeching sound.

Chen Fan only felt a pain in his shoulder, a rivet pierced through the shield and pierced into his shoulder blade, he didn't care about the injury, and hid behind the wooden pillar in some embarrassment.

At the beginning of the shower, the locksmith put the umbrella back in his hand in the box on his back, and walked towards the ancestral hall step by step, "Hmph, the final winner is me." ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly stiffened, his hands covered his neck, his face looked sideways in the direction of the wooden pillar, and his eyes bulged, "No...... No way, how can you still be alive!"