"That's true." Lin Fan asked with some excitement.

If the dialect was true, he didn't mind injuring Thunder badly, although it was a bit difficult.

"Seriously." Fang Yan nodded earnestly.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up, staring thoughtfully at Lei Ming, ready to move.

"You think you can hurt me severely?" Lei Ming glanced at Lin Fan, subconsciously took a few steps back, and widened the distance between the two of them a little more.

"Although your strength is a little stronger than mine, if I want to leave, do you think you can stop it?" Lei Ming's tone was full of disdain, as if he felt that Lin Fan's actions were a little stupid.

"Even if I look at you, you can stop me, but how long do you think it will take you to seriously injure me? I don't dare to say anything else, but I can still do it if I hold on to being undefeated for most of the hour in your hands. After more than half an hour, you will definitely have more than one opponent. ”

Lin Fan was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, as if he felt that he was indeed carried away by the words of the dialect.

Seeing that what he said had an effect, Lei Ming was also secretly relieved. He was naturally reluctant to make a move with Lin Fan at this time, he knew Lin Fan's strength very well, if he really made a move, he would definitely not be able to take advantage of it. What's more, he didn't believe what the tongues had just said at all.

Although he had only seen dialects twice, it was these two contacts that made him know a lot about this seemingly thin teenager, and knew that he was by no means a person who would give in so easily. Otherwise, the first time they met, he didn't have to seriously hurt him so angrily, and the second time they met, they wouldn't wait for Lu Meng and the others to come and still have the spirit weapon in their hands.

Therefore, as soon as Fang Yan's words just said it, the first thought that flashed through his mind was that he wanted to borrow Lin Fan's hand to take revenge on him.

Fang Yan looked at the two quietly, the expression on his face did not change much, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Of course he wouldn't hand over the short sword in his hand, what he said just now was just as Lei Ming thought, he wanted to use Lin Fan's hand to avenge the great hardship he had made him suffer at the beginning. It's just that he didn't expect that when he was about to face Lin Fan's attack, Lei Ming would be able to say words of persuasion so calmly.

Looking at Lin Fan's appearance at this time, he would definitely not be able to make another move.

Sure enough, after thinking about it slightly, Lin Fan said coldly: "Are you using me? ”

"Take advantage of you?" Fang Yan smiled coldly, his eyes showed sarcasm, and said: "If you feel that you are not his opponent, just speak out, why do you say such things?" Could it be that you still want to take this spiritual artifact away without any effort? Since you want to get this artifact, you naturally have to meet my requirements. ”

Lin Fan's face turned cold, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he endured it and said, "It's okay if you want me to seriously injure him, but you have to give me the spirit weapon first." As long as you give me the spirit weapon, I can guarantee that Thunder will not come to you again for a year to come. ”

"Impossible." Fang Yan refused without thinking about it, "If you want to get the spirit weapon, you must do what I say, otherwise, even if you seriously hurt me, I will not be able to let go of this spirit weapon." If you don't believe it, give it a try. ”

On the side, Lei Ming's face changed sharply when he heard Lin Fan's words, but after hearing Fang Yan's words, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If Fang Yan really gave the spirit weapon to Lin Fan, he had no doubt at all that Lin Fan, who had an intermediate spirit weapon, would be able to seriously injure himself in a moment.

"So, you're forcing me to use force against you?" Lin Fan said.

"Force?" Fang Yan smiled nonchalantly, "Unless you dare to kill me, otherwise, no matter how seriously I am injured, it is impossible for me to let go of this spiritual weapon." There is only one way to get this artifact. ”

Fang Yan looked directly into Lin Fan's eyes without fear, and said word by word: "That is, seriously injure him." ”

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slowly, and his gaze stared at Fang Yan like a blade.

The dialect did not change its color, and looked at him.

This is the only chance he can take revenge on Thunder now, and he naturally has to take it. He doesn't care if the other party can do it, what he wants is for them to fight to the death.

Lei Ming's gaze kept shifting between Lin Fan and Fang Yan, with a vigilant expression. After a moment, his figure flickered and he rushed towards Fang Yan again.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's pupils shrank, but he still stood quietly in place, without making a blocking move. Although Fang Yan insisted that he would only give him the spirit weapon if he was seriously injured by Lei Ming, at this time, it was naturally impossible for him to really do anything to Lei Ming.

After calming down and thinking about it carefully, he knew that this matter basically did not work. The reason is very simple, I believe that Lei Ming will not be able to do anything with him, if he really has this plan, it is just a waste of time. He could imagine that if he really made a move on Lei Ming, he would definitely turn around and leave, and he, who also had a flying spirit beast, if he really wanted to leave, he wouldn't be able to stop him at all.

What's more, he knew that Lei Ming would definitely not give up this spiritual weapon so easily, and even if he did, he would never go far, he would definitely wander around, waiting for the opportunity.

Seeing the thunder rushing towards him, Fang Yan's face showed disdain, and as soon as his body moved, he turned into a blurred figure and disappeared in place.

The next moment, he appeared in another direction more than a dozen feet away.

"Stop me." Lei Ming shouted, and with a wave of his palm, three spiritual weapons flew out of his hand, turning into three white lights that flashed in midair, hitting the dialect directly.

"With just three low-level spiritual weapons, you want me to stop?" Fang Yan snorted coldly, his feet moved slightly, and his figure disappeared in place again.

Immediately afterward, a vague figure was seen quickly wandering around, and behind this figure, three white lights were in hot pursuit.

It's just that although these three white lights follow this figure closely, the distance between the two is always kept three zhang away, and those three spiritual weapons can't get close to Fang Yan's body at all. Because, every time the three spiritual weapons approached his body, they were shocked back by the attack of the combination of dialect and human weapons.

Lei Ming's face was gloomy, he shouted, his palms danced rapidly, and fierce vitality energy flashed out of his hands like raindrops, chasing towards the vague figure of the dialect.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

However, these attacks were powerful, but with the rapid movement of the dialect, they could not have landed on him. Only a loud noise was heard, and some trees around were innocently damaged, and they were blown to pieces by the thunderous attack.

On the side, Zhang Yang and Lin Fan stood quietly in place, but their thoughts were different.