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In the next moment, they just glanced at each other, then roared again and rushed quickly.

Boom!

Fang Nan's right foot was raised, fell heavily, and then his body leaned back, his legs hung upside down, and he jumped high!

The two big men who rushed to the front were stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly looked up, but they were already empty in front of them, where was Fang Nan's figure!

Snort!

Just in a moment of shock, a sound of breaking the air suddenly remembered itself, and the two experienced in fighting immediately reacted, forced themselves to suppress the horror in their hearts, and turned around with a knife!

Afterimage passes!

A white figure suddenly flashed out, and took a step to the right, easily dodging the knife edge of the two as if eating and drinking. The strength of the two long knives was not exhausted, and they collided fiercely together.

Hanging energy!

Fang Nan slashed left and right, quickly kicked out his legs, and the strength he had accumulated when he jumped up exploded at this moment, only to see that the two of them couldn't even make any resistance, and with a muffled snort, even the person with a knife flew out directly for several zhang and hit the root of the wall. By the time it landed on the ground, it was already breathless.

"What, together?"

Fang Nan squinted slightly, looked around at the people who had stopped again because of his amazing strength, and said unhurriedly.

The bald man not far away took a few steps forward at this moment and waved his hand, and the remaining big man immediately put away his knife and stood in place, looking at his leader.

The bald head clicked his mouth, looked at Fang Nan coldly, and just wanted to say something, suddenly a clear whistle came from outside the door, from far to near, the last moment it seemed to be thousands of miles away, and the next moment it resounded throughout the lobby.

"What's that?" the bald head snorted coldly, frowning and looking out of the inn.

Seeing that everyone was looking out, Fang Nan, who was originally as calm as water, did have a slight change in complexion, he was not one of these mortals, and he heard the source of the voice almost instantly.

"Immortal cultivator?"

A long sword with purple light suddenly shot straight into the sky, hovering in the inn, and in an instant, a hundred and ten sword shadows were derived, dazzling and dazzling.

"Just ants, dare to touch my Luanmu Sect disciple?"

The calm and flat sound came from a distance, but it was like a thunderstorm on the ground, which shook the ears of everyone in the inn.

A yellow-shirted monk suddenly appeared at the door, carrying a long sword, with a heroic posture and a strange appearance, with a unique temperament.

And the moment he stepped into the threshold, the hundred and ten sword lights bloomed at the same time, like fireworks, filling the room with splendor.

The screams rang out in an instant!

In less than half a cup of tea, the lobby was already covered with corpses that had fallen to the ground, blood gushing, and all the green bricks on the ground had changed color.

Fang Nan's face gradually sank, but he saw that the monk pinched the trick and spit out the words, and recited a "receive", and the sword light in the room gathered in an instant, turning into a sword and flying into his hand.

"Rune Treasure?"

Fang Nan's pupils shrank, although this monk was a monk of the Luan Mu Sect, he obviously didn't come for him, so he didn't pay attention to it before.

Moreover, he swept it with his divine sense, and with the blessing of his soul power, he could easily see that this was just a seventh-level Qi refining monk, and if he really used his qi to attack, even if he didn't set up a sneak attack, he would not be afraid at all.

But what he never expected was that the one he used to kill these mortals turned out to be rune treasures, which was very different for so long.

Only the predecessors above the knot stage can refine the magic weapon, and this rune treasure can also be made by the knot monks, in terms of value, it is much higher than the best magic weapons!

After all, there is a huge gap between magic weapons and magic weapons, even if they are the best in magic weapons, they are equivalent to one or two percent of the power of ordinary magic weapons.

The rune treasure is a consumable product that the monk of Jiedan spent a lot of effort to seal part of the power of the magic weapon and forcibly refine it. Every time you use it, you will be weaker by one point. A rune treasure, although it can only preserve the power of fifty percent of the original magic weapon at most, but the difference with the magic weapon is that it can be used by low-level monks!

In fact, in the world of cultivating immortals, most of the rune treasures are given by high-level monks to extremely close disciples or descendants, which is also the reason why rune treasures are extremely rare and precious.

With a slight pang in his heart, Fang Nan secretly mentioned a lot of caution.

Not to mention the meaning of the identity represented behind the rune treasure, just that powerful blow alone can't withstand it.

......

While thinking about it, the monk ignored Fang Nan, walked straight to the corner, and smiled gently at the little girl who was scared and trembling by the bloody scene: "Little guy, your nickname is Shu'er?"

The little girl tugged at her grandfather's sleeve and peeked at the monk, and after a while, she cowered and spoke, her voice soft and thin as a mosquito: "Well." ”

"Sure enough, she is a descendant of Senior Sister Xiao, no wonder her qualifications are extraordinary. My surname is Wu, and if you pay homage to your subordinates in the future, you can call me Senior Brother Wu. The monk smiled and said kindly.

This couldn't help but make Fang Nan look at the little girl in surprise.

The monk surnamed Wu glanced at the old man again, and his tone was much more polite: "You are the father-in-law before the senior sister, right? Seeing that you also have a bit of martial arts foundation, no wonder you still want to escort Shu'er here to wait for ......me at a young age."

The old man looked flattering, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, the immortal master came early, otherwise the old man's old bones really can't protect Shu'er, how can it be good......

The monk surnamed Wu snorted, looked back at Lu Xiaoliu, who was hiding on the side and didn't dare to move, and with a flick of his fingers, an invisible sword qi shot out from his fingertips!

Snort!

The sound of breaking wind suddenly rose, Lu Xiaoliu's chest and back suddenly opened, and a bloody arrow rushed out, and in a blink of an eye, he was already lying on the ground and did not move.

Fang Nan frowned slightly, and the little girl over there, Shu'er, looked at it blankly, and suddenly cried out with a "wow", and whimpered: "Little sixth brother...... Little Sixth Brother, he's not a bad person......"

The monk surnamed Wu frowned, looked at the little girl with tears on her face, regained her calmness, and said lightly: "A mortal, if you kill it, you will kill it, something like an ant, what do you care." ”

"After all, after killing so many mortals today, it's not good for the sect to know it, and the fewer people who know it, the better. While speaking, the monk surnamed Wu looked at Fang Nan and said indifferently, "Are you optimistic about your own mouth, or will I give you a ride?"

Fang Nan looked at Lu Xiaoliu, who was dead on the ground, stood in place and was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "What a big breath......"

Brush!

As soon as the figure flashed, Fang Nan appeared behind the monk surnamed Wu, and the knife quickly fell and slashed at his neck.

Buzzing!

A milky white halo appeared out of thin air on his neck, removing most of the power of this hand knife, Rao is like this, and the monk surnamed Wu only felt a hot pain in the back of his neck.

Annoyed and angry, he actually took out the talisman treasure directly from the storage ring!

"Self-defense weapons?"

Fang Nan was slightly startled, and saw that the other party took out the talisman treasure, knowing that he couldn't stay, he immediately smiled and patted the young boy's face, and in an instant, he appeared at the door of the inn in an instant, and disappeared from the field of vision of the monk surnamed Wu in a few leaps.

"Bastard!"

The monk surnamed Wu was furious, and his divine sense swept away in an instant, but no matter what, he couldn't even detect the direction of the mortal boy.

Thinking that his future junior sister and a mortal old man were looking at him, the monk surnamed Wu, who had made a fool of himself, couldn't help but be furious, and he couldn't wait to slash this inn with a sword.

After calming down, he turned around, his face was still ugly, but he barely squeezed out a smile: "Little junior sister, you have to remember that it is unacceptable to treat mortals like Fang Cai." ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to have regained some confidence, and said solemnly: "Immortals have different paths, no matter how good a mortal is, he is just an ant." ”

"Even if it's that kid just now, what if he can play a moment of prestige, after a hundred years, when I finish cultivating the Great Dao, won't he become a pile of dry bones?"

Seeing that the little girl lowered her head and didn't care much, he suddenly smiled disdainfully:

"I don't believe you'll see it in a hundred years, yes or no?"

The separation of immortals and mortals, is it not just a moat?

The monk surnamed Wu thought lightly, and the anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent seemed to have been reduced a lot.