It was no wonder that Wu Fan had such a reaction, the few ancient barbarian monks who suddenly appeared here, although they were also dressed in yellow animal skin clothes, but with a big martial character on their shoulders, they were the disciples of Ling Wu Pavilion with a transcendent status in the clan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the last two barbarian monks, the one on the left, with a thin figure and a delicate face, also stared at Wu Fan at this time, his face was gloomy, but when his gaze flashed over the little beast on Wu Fan's shoulder, his eyes leaked a little bit of undetectable fear.

This person Wu Fan is also familiar with, it is the disciple named Zhao Heng who used the Ghost Martial Sect to attack Wu Fan in front of the Lingwu Pavilion before, as for the one standing beside him, Wu Fan is also very familiar with it, it is the Lotte Young Pavilion Master of the Giant Sword Pavilion.

For some reason, this Young Pavilion Master actually didn't go with the disciple of the Giant Sword Pavilion, but instead mixed with this disciple of the Ling Wu Pavilion.

Seeing Wu Fan's expression, the leading monk on the other side seemed to have some doubts in his heart, so he immediately turned his head and said something to the two monks behind him.

Seeing this, Xuan Heng and Lotte, who were standing in the back, whispered a few words to an ancient barbarian monk at the front, but the cold light flashed in the eyes of the two of them, and their faces were not good, it seemed that the kind of appearance they talked about must be unfavorable to Wu Fan.

Only then did Wu Fan notice that although the costume of the ancient barbarian monk in the lead was no different from the others, the embroidery on the shoulders was no longer the same black as the others, but golden, as if it was made of gold wire, which was particularly conspicuous.

However, Wu Fanxi released his divine thoughts, and his face couldn't help but become solemn, this person was actually a monk who had achieved a great foundation of exercises, and judging from the spiritual pressure emanating from his body, it seemed that he was about to enter the Xuanling Period.

Seeing this situation, Wu Fan just rolled his eyes and thought about it for a while, and then began to slowly retreat back with a cautious face.

But no one noticed that the trapped dragon rope he had hidden in his sleeve robe flashed with a faint light, and then turned into a transparent silk thread and disappeared.

"Hmph, Terran child, I was still looking aggressive just now, and now I want to leave, don't you feel a little late?"

Seeing that Wu Fan actually looked like he was about to escape, the barbarian monk at the front had not yet spoken, but Lotte and Zhao Heng, who were standing behind, did not do it, and the two of them shouted at the same time, and Lotte took the giant sword directly from his back, and then his figure flashed, and a layer of fine spiritual light flashed on the giant sword, and he slashed at Wu Fan.

It is estimated that these two people also saw that Wu Fan had just experienced a battle, and there was not much mana left in his body at this time, so they dared to be so bold, otherwise, with the magical powers that Wu Fan had shown in the clan, it would be good if this Lotte Young Pavilion Lord did not run away, where would he dare to take the initiative to fight.

Seeing this, Wu Fan didn't care about it, the mana under his feet condensed, and his body shot backwards and ran away, looking like he was about to disappear into the woods.

Seeing this, Lotte and Zhao Heng were willing to give up, and the law in their hands changed, Zhao Heng suddenly had a ring-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and Lotte threw the giant sword in his hand, and then pinched the trick with both hands, and chased after Wu Fan.

From beginning to end, the leading barbarian monk did not make the slightest move, neither instructed the two behind him to act, nor prevented them from chasing and killing Wu Fan, but just stared at Wu Fan with a puzzled expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Fan saw that these two people really chased after him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer a little, and then the law in his hand changed, and the trapped dragon rope that had been activated before was entangled around the two.

"Be careful, there's fraud. ”

"Ah, you. ”

Two different voices sounded almost at the same time, but it was the leading ancient barbarian monk who seemed to see that something was wrong, and shouted angrily, reminding him.

However, according to the strangeness of the trapped dragon rope, the two of them were defenseless, and naturally after Wu Fan urged this spiritual weapon with all his strength, it was directly cut into several pieces, and the two of them just had time to let out a miserable scream, and then they turned into two mutilated corpses, falling from the air.

"I really didn't expect that Your Excellency actually had a spiritual weapon in your hand, no wonder you could easily strangle these two. ”

The leading man finally saw the clue at this time, looked at Wu Fan with a solemn face, and said word by word.

Wu Fan asked himself that when he cast the spell just now, the mana fluctuation would hardly be noticed by others, this person actually saw through at a glance that he had a spiritual weapon, it seems that this person is not a simple disciple of the clan, he should have some status.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan's heart immediately moved, that is, he did not admit it, nor did he mean to deny it, since the other party was just a temptation, Wu Fan naturally did not tell the other party's meaning in vain, and since he had already done it, he categorically did not let go of this person.

Although the other party's cultivation is higher than him, and Wu Fan's mana consumption in the previous battle is also quite serious.

However, Wu Fan believes that relying on the strange spirit weapon on his body, it should not be difficult to win, and since he has already killed Lotte, if he lets this person go back and inform the pavilion master of the Giant Sword Pavilion about this matter, according to the pavilion master's short-term nature, it is estimated that Wu Fan will be killed with a sword as soon as he comes out of the secret realm.

The pavilion master of this Giant Sword Pavilion was a genuine Jindan late-stage monk, and Wu Fan didn't have the slightest certainty of winning.

With a plan in his heart, Wu Fan didn't talk nonsense, put away the trapped dragon rope, and then rubbed his hands, and a wisp of gray flames suddenly appeared in his palms, and at the same time, Wu Fan's originally white palms had already turned golden.

After doing all this, Wu Fancai's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he looked at the ancient barbarian monk opposite, and at the same time, an undisguised murderous aura diffused from his body, firmly locking the other party.

As a spiritual weapon, although the dragon control rope is quite powerful and does not consume much mana, it is better than its own weirdness, at this time, the leading monk has already seen the spiritual weapon in his hand, and then use it to sneak attack naturally has no chance of winning.

Therefore, Wu Fan planned to cast the Chiyan Duel and the Vajra Hades Duel, planning to attack the other party head-on first, and then wait for the opportunity to sacrifice the poisonous blade in his hand, thinking that the other party would never have thought that there was a more powerful high-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.

"It seems that Your Excellency is planning to kill me together, or not, since Your Excellency will kill the monks of our clan first, if I don't ask for an explanation for them today, I can't afford to take the position of deputy pavilion master, Daoist friends will leave their lives to pay tribute to them today, and Daoist friends should feel honored to die under my blood crystal needle." ”

Seeing that Wu Fan had made up his mind to kill, the leading monk immediately didn't talk nonsense, wiped one hand on his waist, and an emerald green gourd appeared in his hand, and then threw it with one hand, levitating it above his head.

Then the magic in this person's hand changed, and a green light immediately emitted from the gourd magic weapon, and a red light from the mouth of the bottle was uncertain, which looked extremely weird.

After this ancient barbarian monk sacrificed this thing, he didn't cast any other spells, just smiled, and then saw the gourd lipstick light above his head flash, and dozens of red shadows shot out from it, flashed slightly, and disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, Wu Fan also changed the law in his hand, and the two golden fists smashed into the void as fast as lightning, and the shadows of the two golden fists suddenly appeared not far in front of him.

Seeing this, the ancient barbarian monk leaked a trace of disdain on his face, and the law in his hand changed, and dozens of red shadows flew out of it, and shot directly towards Wu Fan, he seemed to be extremely confident in the gourd in his hand, and he didn't even look at the golden fist shadow in the air.

The fist shadow and the red shadow collided in the air, and the red shadow was just full of light around the body, and then the golden fist shadow released by Wu Fan was directly defeated, and then merged with the red shadow behind and shot towards Wu Fan.

At this time, Wu Fan was really shocked and frightened, the magic weapon in the other party's hand was so powerful, although he didn't have much mana left in his body, but after casting the King Kong Hades Decision, it would not be broken so easily.

In desperation, Wu Fan could only fly backwards, and at the same time threw the little beast on his shoulder into the distance, and then cast a body protection shield, the shield had just been formed, and the red shadow accelerated strangely and hit Wu Fan's body protection shield.

The crackling sound of a burst of rain hitting the plantain sounded, and Wu Fan's body protection shield only lasted for a few breaths before it shattered, and then the red shadow shot again, directly submerging into Wu Fan's body and disappearing.

Almost at the same time, Wu Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood, retreated rapidly, and hit several towering trees behind him one after another before he stopped, and the breath on his body quickly became sluggish, and his eyes were closed, and he fainted.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of the ancient barbarian monk's mouth, but he did not put away the gourd on his head.

After thinking about it for a while, the barbarian monk slowly walked in the direction where Wu Fan was, at this time, Wu Fan barely had any breath, and his breath disappeared, and it looked like he had really fallen.

Seeing this, this ancient barbarian monk really relaxed, and the magic in his hand changed, and the red shadows that had been shot into Wu Fan's body before were reduced to slender red sharp needles, and returned to the gourd above his head in a flash, and then with a recitation of the law, the gourd fell into his hand, and directly let him withdraw the storage bag.

After doing all this, the ancient barbarian monk sneered, and then a flash of light flashed in his hand, and he had an extra dagger with cold light, and with a movement of his wrist, the dagger brought up a ray of cold light and slashed at one of Wu Fan's arms.