Wang Xiaoyun thought of it in his heart, Fan Tianming saw that he was immersed in the spirit stone mist and couldn't extricate himself, and his face also had a mocking look on his face.

In his opinion, Wang Xiaoyun is a dirt bun who has never seen the market, he feels that a Xuan-level weapon, the price of 10,000 low-grade spirit stones is a bit high, but if he can really get the mural back, then this little effort is nothing, and the mural is said to record the mastery of the last emperor.

Thinking of this, Fan Tianming spoke, "I don't know if the little brother is satisfied with the price, if he is satisfied, can he hand over the mural to me?"

Wang Xiaoyun nodded and said, "Although I am not very satisfied, but it is not bad, it seems that you are still very generous, you can rest assured, as long as I hear about the person who took away the mural, I will definitely tell him to come to you to receive the reward, you just wait quietly to hear the good news."

Fan Tianming, who had not turned his brain, laughed and shook the folding fan and said, "That's good, that's good." Laughing, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Smack"

The ground closed the folding fan with a bang, and stared at Wang Xiaoyun with a gloomy face: "The mural is not in your hand?"

Wang Xiaoyun had long known that there would be this result, it was not that he didn't know the current situation of the two, but as soon as he saw Fan Tianming's lewd gaze when he looked at the little beauty, he was angry, and he didn't hold back for a while.

Fan Tianming understood that he was being tricked at this time, and said with a gloomy face: "It seems that my friend is not ready to give this face, then don't blame me" He turned his head and yelled at the middle-aged man, "Kill this kid, the thing must be on him, but be careful not to hurt my little beauty, I still have to take good care of her" After speaking, there was a burst of lewd laughter

Hearing this, the little beauty frowned, Wang Xiaoyun had the heart to kill him, but before he could act, people had already done it in advance. The middle-aged man who had been standing behind the two of them raised his knife and slashed at Wang Xiaoyun, Wang Xiaoyun's heart was excited, and he turned sideways, and the blade flashed with cold light under the influence of spiritual power. Wipe his face and chop it down.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, and a large pit was knocked out of the ground. Wang Xiaoyun still used the storage ring to load a lot of spirit stones at the moment of flying back, and Feng Xian'er was angry and funny, "When is it, don't die,"

Wang Xiaoyun smiled, "Wealth and danger, besides, if you don't take this thing for nothing, it's a pity that the sword, the Xuanjie" Seeing Wang Xiaoyun, who couldn't get the sword, with a disappointed expression, the little beauty could only roll her eyes.

Almost at the same time that the middle-aged man shot at Wang Xiaoyun, the six men in black also began to besiege the little beauty, but the treatment was not like Wang Xiaoyun, the strength was the lightest, for fear of hurting the little beauty.

The middle-aged man missed a blow, and immediately formed a fist with his right hand to Wang Xiaoyun to avoid the reverse punch, and between the lightning and flint, Wang Xiaoyun could only reach out and hold it.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Wang Xiaoyun only felt that his bones hurt as if they were cracked, but with the help of this block, he still swept away a distance with the help of his strength.

Looking back, the little beauty is okay for the time being, Wang Xiaoyun is anger starts from his heart, and he has been used again and again, and the fire in his heart has also erupted irrepressibly.

Holding the Flying Feather Sword tightly in his hand and shaking off his sore arm, Wang Xiaoyun jumped up suddenly, and the Flying Feather Sword stood upright and forward, like an arrow off the string, and shot towards the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man did not retreat but advanced, and the big knife struck towards the flying feather sword, Wang Xiaoyun didn't dare to use the flying feather sword to collide with the big knife that looked like a black light, and the wrist shook The flying feather sword trembled slightly, and passed by the big knife, and then twisted his waist, and his body reversed in mid-air, and at the same time, the violent aura contained in the tip of the sword.

A return to the horse pistol and the demon killing turn struck at the middle-aged man's back, the man obviously didn't expect Wang Xiaoyun to come to this move, the knife could not be closed, and the empty door behind the knife was wide open, Wang Xiaoyun's demon killing turn was firmly imprinted in the back of his heart.

The man was hit by the powerful force of the demon killing and made a dog eat, so he threw himself on the ground, spurting blood from his mouth, and struggled hard a few times but couldn't get up, and it seemed that the injury was not light. The big knife fell not far away and was picked up by Wang Xiaoyun. Lin Kong waved a few times and said: "Oh, good big knife, I'll just laugh and accept it, thank you, good man."

The man who fell to the ground was sprayed a lot of blood by Wang Xiaoyun in anger, and finally fell unconscious.

Seeing this scene, Fan Tianming took a sip lightly: "Waste, you can't even beat a kid in the mortal realm, what's the use of asking you." Then he turned his head to Wang Xiaoyun and said: "Boy, it's very good, it seems that I have to go out in person, I wanted you to live a little longer, since you don't cherish it, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless,"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Tianming rushed to Wang Xiaoyun in front of Wang Xiaoyun in an instant, and the folding fan in his hand opened "whew", and a fan came over to the door in front of him.

Wang Xiaoyun wanted to dodge this attack, but Fan Tianming was a master of the spiritual state of mind, his speed was incredibly fast, and his experience in battle was also very rich.

There was no way to retreat, there was only a battle, Wang Xiaoyun sacrificed his iron armor and bronze body, and his body was instantly covered with dark red pimples, and then the Flying Feather Sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and his spiritual power was secretly spitting, and the Flying Feather Sword slashed through a streamer and struck towards Fan Tianming's fan.

Seeing this, Fan Tianming retracted his strength, and the fan swayed twice in the air, avoiding the Flying Feather Sword, and slashed towards his abdomen instead, trying to force him to retreat and defend.

Wang Xiaoyun did not retreat but advanced, the sword body turned, and slashed down diagonally towards Fan Tianming, regardless of wanting to lose both, Fan Tianming saw such a way of playing, and instantly pulled out of the battle group, and squeezed out a stiff smile on his gloomy face and said: "Yes, I can actually transform the cultivation of the mortal realm into two percent of my strength, and I am on par with each other, I underestimate you, now I have to go all out, be careful"

I have to say that although this Fan Tianming is debauched and lewd, his strength is not weak, he sealed his chest with both hands, pushed forward suddenly, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly rotated and flew towards Wang Xiaoyun at a high speed, and the high-speed rotating fan stirred the air, forming a fox-like demon beast shape with terrifying spiritual power fluctuations and rushed towards Wang Xiaoyun.

Wang Xiaoyun's spiritual power secretly vomited, and the flying feather sword shone brightly, and a demon killing turn also came out of his hand, the bright sword light and the rotating fan met in the air, and after a mouth-wrenching "gurgling" sound, the flying feather sword was stuck in mid-air and couldn't move.

Wang Xiaoyun was overjoyed, he didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect this flying feather sword to be so powerful, and he stopped Fan Tianming's fan that seemed to be a Xuan-level weapon, and there was no damage, it seems that this feather is no worse than any Xuan-level weapon.

However, although the fan was stopped, the spiritual power contained on it was shocking Wang Xiaoyun's qi and blood surging, and it is estimated that if it weren't for the defensive power blessed by the iron armor and bronze body, he would definitely be injured and vomit blood.

Fan Tianming, who failed to attack again, had a dark and terrifying face, waved his hand to recall the fan, and stared at Wang Xiaoyun without saying a word.

A few people in black may not be her opponents even if they go all out, not to mention that they were ordered by Fan Tianming not to hurt the little beauty, which makes the little beauty even more comfortable. She didn't use the soft sword at her waist, and held a strange bow in her hand.

As soon as he pulled it, an arrow light took shape on the bow, and the few black-clothed people who shot it had nowhere to hide, and they all lay on the ground after a while, looking like they were coming out with more air and less air in.

After dealing with a few black-clothed people, Feng Xian'er also came to Wang Xiaoyun's side, and when she saw her subordinates lying on the ground whose life and death were unknown, Fan Tianming's face was gloomy and dripping.