After Fan Yi killed the two monks with one punch, he ejected on the spot and rushed towards another sturdy middle-aged man with a broad axe in his hand.

The middle-aged man's face showed a fierce look, he raised his axe high, slashed down diagonally, and shouted:

"Little Three Realms monk, look for death!"

This sturdy middle-aged man is a Three Realms cultivator, but he is also a ruthless person of a fellow martial immortal cultivator.

Therefore, among these more than 100 people, they belong to the existence of more voice.

But just as Fan Yi threw his fist out, a fist and an axe slammed together.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a frightened look appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

I saw that the axe blade was dented by Fan Yi, but it was not over yet.

Fan Yi's fist did not stop, carrying the axe, and landed heavily on the middle-aged man's heart.

The middle-aged man was hit in the heart by a hammer, and suddenly a pair of big eyes protruded from the eye sockets, and then his body lost focus and flew out upside down.

By the time he fell to the ground, he was lifeless. The expression on his face was full of confusion and unwillingness.

Fan Yi killed a strong Three Realms monk with a single punch, which seemed to others as if he had seen a ghost.

Because the intelligence says.

Fan Yi was also a monk of the Three Realms, but he did not mention the identity of a junior martial arts master.

Seeing that the strong man was killed by a punch, some people had the idea of retreating.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a cross scar on his face, he was the leader of these people.

He shouted in a deep voice:

"Shoot with all your might, kill this kid! Whoever can seriously injure this person will be rewarded with 300 spirit stones, and if this person can be killed, 1,000 spirit stones will be rewarded. ”

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, that is, there are more than a dozen monks, screaming and rushing towards Fan Yi.

Then.

The head of the guards of the City Lord's Mansion shouted:

"Traitor! Dare to hurt my city lord! Kill me, brothers! ”

When Fan Yi saw the dozen or so people rushing over, he stomped on the ground with his right foot.

Soaring into the air in an instant.

Fan Yi rushed towards the scarred man who had just spoken.

This is to capture the thief and capture the king first, and Fan Yi should clean up the instigators.

When the guards of the City Lord's Mansion saw their own City Lord rushing to kill, they were like entering a no-man's land.

This made the guards even more morale-boosting.

Even if the guards in the front row were killed, the later ones were just as brave.

Fan Yi stepped on the shoulders of those people and swooped down towards the scarred man.

After seeing this, the man with the scar was already a little weak in fright.

He hurriedly retreated into the crowd and shouted loudly:

"Master Lin! He's back! Fan Yi...! ”

Fan Yi sneered, but his left and right hands moved, punching the person who blocked him away.

Finally rushed to the scar man, and couldn't help but punch out.

The man with the scar had no choice but to smash the copper hammer in his hand.

"Bang" with a muffled sound!

The copper hammer flew out of the scarred man's hand.

Fan Yi continued to bully and stepped forward, choking the other party's neck.

Fan Yi sneered and said:

"I can't think of something that is not even a monk, and dare to instigate others! Say! Who sent you people? ”

The man with the scar was lifted high by Fan Yi, and his feet kept kicking in the air.

He said mutteredly:

"It's Ning... Monarch...! ”

Before the word "person" could be spoken, Fan Yi had already broken his neck.

Fan Yi threw the body of the man with the scar out.

At this time, he was already standing not far from the Drunken Immortal Tower.

After that, those monks and warriors, no one dared to stop Fan Yi.

They had no choice but to target the guards of the City Lord's Mansion.

After all, for them, although the number of guards was larger, they were not as violent as the arrogant boy in front of them.

Then.

A figure fell from the roof of the Drunken Immortal Tower, and the person who came was the head of the Lin family.

He laughed and said:

"Good nephew, you are too murderous!"

"I advise you to tie your hands yourself, otherwise you can make your father's head fall to the ground with just one signal from me!"

When Fan Yi heard this, his eyes stared at the head of the Lin family, but he transmitted a voice to Xiao Shengdou and said:

"Master Dou, I'll drag him down, and you can find a way to save my father and uncle."

The childish voice laughed strangely and said:

"I don't need you to say more, I already sensed that your father was on the sixth floor."

"It's just that their cultivation was sealed by the monk, and it will take some time for me to break the seal."

Fan Yi said "um".

I saw a dark golden glimmer of light quietly leave from under his feet.

Fan Yi glared at the Lin family master angrily and said:

"Let my father go, what conditions do you have, just ask. If you dare to kill them, then no one in the Lin family will survive. ”

The head of the Lin family laughed and said:

"Good nephew, this sentence should be said to you by your uncle. Do you really think that with that old thing and a few thousand guards, you can fight me? ”

"Let's tell you the truth, none of you in the Fan family can escape today."

Fan Yi said with a solemn expression:

"Is your reliance on Ningbeimen?"

The head of the Lin family replied with a smile:

"Now that you know it, why bother with it. If you can be restrained, I can remember the love for many years, and beg the monarch to spare your father's life. ”

"It's just that the martial arts cultivation can't be saved, and after his dantian is abolished, I will be a horseman for the Lin family, and I will never be wronged."

Fan Yi pointed to the monk in the sky who was fighting with the old man and asked:

"Did you find that monk, or did you find it from Ningbeimen?"

The head of the Lin family smiled but did not speak.

Fan Yi actually didn't make a move, but he was also buying time for Xiaosheng's struggle.

Otherwise, according to his temperament, he would have fed eight punches and ten punches to the man in front of him a long time ago.

Moment.

The Lin family head continued to ask:

"Good nephew, have you thought clearly, you turn around and look at the guards who are working for you. But they are all good sons of Rongcheng, are you willing to watch them be killed one by one? ”

At this time, a girl's voice came into Fan Yi's ears, it was a roulette mirror.

"Master, I can't listen to it, hit him!"

Fan Yi replied for no reason:

"Good!"

The head of the Lin family was a little confused, why did the young man talk to himself?

Fan Yi clenched his fists and said with a smile:

"Uncle Lin, if I admit defeat like this, I'm afraid that it will damage the face of the city lord."

"It's better for us to fight for a few rounds, even if I lose, I won't lose face."

The head of the Lin family laughed, and after laughing, he said:

"My nephew is only a monk of the Three Realms, but the old man is about to step into the Six Realms, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to hold it back and beat you to death."

Fan Yi was crisp and neat, had already taken a step forward, and said:

"Please ask Uncle for advice!"

Moment.

The head of the Lin family showed a fierce look on his face, and he also grabbed the young man's head.

Fan Yi secretly used all his strength, and slowly handed out his fist with the insights gained from the cultivation under the waterfall.

Boom!

When the two collided with a punch and a claw.

A strong wave of qi burst out between the fists and claws of the two!

The Lin family master was shocked by Fan Yi's mediocre punch and took five or six steps back.

But Fan Yi stood in place and did not retreat.

The head of the Lin family stared at the young man with a stunned face, and the expression on his face was extremely strange.

He exclaimed:

"Martial Arts Grand Master! This can't be, how is this possible? ”

Fan Yi didn't stop!

Take the pile posture with a fist posture and step forward step by step.

Where the fist passed, there was no wind.

But the expression of the head of the Lin family is extremely dignified!