"Is this the Dead Lotus Disease, is there a way to cure it?" a warrior whose face turned blue and black shouted urgently, and he looked at the warrior who was familiar with the strange nature of Lianjun.

"Half an hour, we only have half an hour to live, and the death lotus disease that was cursed by the Lotus King has never lived for more than half an hour. The warrior who was familiar with the Lianjun shouted frantically.

Nineteen people on the surface of the water let out either wailing or fearing or frenzied screams, and they were still in an unacceptable state.

No one wants to die, that's why they're in a state of nervous breakdown.

Zhou Fan looked at these nineteen blood-exchanging martial artists in the same realm as him in silence, he did not approach rashly, but stood in his original position, the dead lotus disease should not be contagious, but he had to maintain a cautious attitude.

"There is no cure, there is no cure, a terminal illness. Someone muttered to himself.

A somewhat short martial artist suddenly looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan had already let the purple gold armor cover his whole body at the moment when he lifted the dead lotus disease.

"No, no, I remember that he seemed to get rid of the necrocytic disease. The short martial artist pointed his finger at Zhou Fan and shouted.

Just now, when he was in a panic and fear, he faintly glanced at Zhou Fan's direction and saw it, at first because he was cursed and had a dead lotus disease, he didn't come back to his senses, but now that he came back to his senses a little, he remembered it.

After he said this, several more warriors spoke.

"I seem to see that, too. ”

"I seem to see it. ”

For a while, the warriors who were talking to themselves in a panic were quiet.

The nineteen blood-changing martial artists were all staring straight at Zhou Fan, and their eyes showed a look of deep anticipation.

"Brother Zhou, have you really gotten rid of the Dead Lotus Disease?" Wu Gaoxuan asked urgently.

He was now suffering from necrocysis, too, and it was not for him to be unconcerned.

Zhou Fan was silent.

"If not, you take off your visor and let's see. A warrior said in a deep voice.

Zhou Fan looked at these martial artists whose emotions were mostly in a state of collapse through the mask.

They stared at Zhou Fan as if they had found a life-saving straw before drowning.

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, and the purple gold mask shrank one after another, clearly revealing his face.

All the warriors saw that there were no smoke lines on his forehead, and the eyes that looked at him became more and more fanatical.

"Help me. ”

"Yes, help us. ”

"I'm willing to give you anything, whether you want my money, materials, talismans, or my martial arts, I'll give it to you. ”

"I'm willing to give it to you, as long as you save me. ”

Everyone scrambled to shout at Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan gradually couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Zhou Fan took a breath of cold air and said in a deep voice, "Shut up." ”

Nineteen people kept their mouths shut.

"I can't save you!" Zhou Fan said calmly.

"You lie, you can save yourself, why can't you save us?"

"I'm on your knees. Someone really bent his knees and knelt on the water, "As long as you save me, I am willing to make you a cow and a horse." ”

He coughed up a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

Necrobosis will make their strong bodies worse and worse until they die.

Nineteen people gossiped about it, and most of them thought that Zhou Fan could save them.

"It took me a precious talisman to unravel the Necrolotus, but I only have one such talisman. Zhou Fan said with a cold face.

"I advise you not to waste time on me, and to think of a way now, maybe it's still too late. ”

"It's too late, this is Ding District, even if we abandon the ship and rush back to Tang Street, how much time is left?"

"Besides, who can save us in Tang Street? This is the curse of the Black Demon Rank Lianjun. ”

Quite a few muttered to themselves in despair.

"Whether you survive or not is your own business. Zhou Fan sighed and said.

First of all, it was daytime, and if he wanted to fall asleep instantly, he would have to turn to the black dragon for help, but even if the black dragon agreed to let him dream into the gray river space by luck, he didn't dare to risk falling asleep here.

Because it was too dangerous to fall asleep here, Chen Lianjun died, and his companions would come over at some point.

He just wanted to get out of here now.

The key is that these warriors don't know him, and the only one who has a little friendship is Wu Gaoxuan.

But even Wu Gaoxuan is not worth it for him to risk his life to save it.

If these people dare to enter here, they should be prepared to face death.

"Now only you can save us, and you refuse to save us. A warrior said with resentment in his eyes.

"We're willing to give you whatever you want, why don't you save us?" another warrior shouted.

"If you don't save us, don't even think about getting out of here. Another warrior said with a calm face.

"Take 10,000 steps back, even if I can save you, I have no obligation to save you?" The last trace of sympathy in Zhou Fan's heart completely dissipated, and he said indifferently: "Get out of the way now, I'm leaving." ”

"Listen. The short martial artist who first discovered Zhou Fan's removal of the death lotus disease pointed his finger at Zhou Fan, and his face distorted, "He admits that he doesn't want to save us, he must still have the kind of talisman that can relieve the death lotus disease." ”

"Let's kill him and find out the talisman. "A warrior has drawn his sword.

"Everyone together, no matter how powerful he is, he has already fought a vicious battle with Tan Lianjun, how much true qi can there be in his body?" said a martial artist with a sinister face, "If you kill him, you will have a chance to live." ”

Zhou Fan showed a sneer on his face, he pulled out the rusty knife with his right hand, held the giant knife that had been put back with his left hand, and pointed at the nineteen people with the rusty knife: "If you are not afraid of death, come!"

Or the approach of death, the desire to survive made them bolder, and they were no longer afraid of Zhou Fan, they just stared at Zhou Fan coldly.

Fifteen of the nineteen men clung to various weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and clubs, and they began to attach the highest-level talismans on their weapons.

The other four took a few steps back with a look of hesitation on their faces, including Wu Gaoxuan, who had a gloomy face.

The fifteen people didn't look at the four who retreated, their white eyeballs were bloodshot, they just wanted to take away all the things on Zhou Fan's body, and find a talisman or medicine that could relieve the dead lotus disease.

The silent and cold confrontation was only in the blink of an eye, and some of the fifteen people shouted, and the true qi of their whole bodies was full of energy, and they rushed towards the weapon in their hands.

This shout was like a slogan to launch a charge, and fifteen people rushed towards Zhou Fan like wolves and tigers.

The necroplasty made them physically sick, but their true qi was still there, and they could still exert the strength that the blood exchange section should have.

The culling of fifteen blood-changing martial artists filled the air with a cruel and bloody smell. 8)