"Old bastard, you think you're going to eat me. ”

Zhang Fan and the two stood up, Zhang Fan pulled out the black sword on his body, and Wang Hao took the firewood knife in his hand.

"Why, I secretly learned something behind my back, thinking that I could turn the tables around. ”

Master Wang's tone was full of disdain, he didn't put the two of them in his eyes at all, and completely regarded Zhang Fan and Wang Hao as dead people, so for Zhang Fan's reaction, Master Wang still sat motionless in his chair.

Zhang Fan and the two glanced at each other, and walked towards Master Wang step by step, Zhang Fan's heart was beating hard, but he still walked towards Master Wang step by step, and the tip of the sword in his hand pointed at Master Wang in the distance.

The tumors on Master Wang's face are getting fewer and fewer, except for two on his forehead, the rest of his face is no different from a normal person.

"I admire your courage, worthy of being my apprentice, unlike your dumb brother who doesn't even have the courage to resist, hehe." Master Wang didn't even stand up, and looked at the two of them like he was watching a three-year-old child perform.

"But you're going to die for my foundation-building plan, and I hate it when a sword is pointed at me. As soon as Master Wang's words fell, a skull on the ground suddenly flew up from the ground and crashed towards Zhang Fan.

Seeing the skull rushing to his side, Zhang Fan wanted to use the black sword to split his heart, but an idea suddenly appeared in Zhang Fan's mind.

I don't have the means of taking things from the air like Master Wang, and only close to him can I hurt Master Wang, and if I want to get close to Master Wang, I can only do it by letting Master Wang relax my vigilance.

Zhang Fan didn't want Master Wang to know the power of the black sword now, and hoped that the more Master Wang despised himself, the better, and only if Master Wang despised himself would he have a chance to get close to him.

At that time, as long as you get close to Master Wang, with the indestructible nature of the little black sword, you must be able to cause damage to Master Wang.

It's a stupid idea, but it's the only way.

When the skull flew towards him, Zhang Fan couldn't help but not make a move, and let the skull hit his body.

Otherwise, if the power of the little black sword is exposed, and if Master Wang is vigilant, don't say hurt Master Wang, I'm afraid that I won't even be able to touch Master Wang's clothes and feet.

The skull hit his body, and Zhang Fan was instantly knocked by the skull and flew upside down, hitting the corner of the wall before stopping, and a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Feeling like he had been hit by a sledgehammer, Zhang Fan was directly hit by this heavy blow and fell to the ground, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart and couldn't move.

Seeing Zhang Fan being knocked down in the corner, Master Wang said with a joke on his face: "Come on, apprentices, don't you want to do something to the master, why are you so vulnerable, and Wang Hao, what are you doing standing, are you afraid, haha." ”

"I'm afraid, do you think I'll still be afraid of you now?"

Wang Hao's face was also calm, there was no panic and uneasiness as Master Wang imagined, and he came to Master Wang with a firewood knife in his hand.

After Wang Hao came to Master Wang, he stood still but did not move. Instead, he suddenly spat at the mouth of the 'bah' and spit on Master Wang.

Now he also knew that it was impossible to defeat Master Wang, but he was still willing to humiliate Master Wang and vent the anger in his heart.

"I know, among the inner disciples, you must be like a dog in the sect with your tail between your legs, you only dare to conspire with us mortals, and have the ability to take action against those who are also inner disciples, in addition to living like a dog, what else can you do, but also want to build a foundation, build you and your mother." ”

In the end, Wang Hao spit on another mouthful of saliva, although it was not spit on Master Wang's face, but on his clothes.

This change was beyond Master Wang's expectations, and Wang Hao's words could not be described as vicious, these words just stabbed Master Wang's sore spot.

Master Wang was indeed only a low-level Qi refining disciple in the sect, so he had always acted cautiously, for fear that the things he had done would be known by the sect.

Moreover, when Master Wang had just entered the Returning Dao Sect, he was indeed oppressed by others, and now these memories were hooked up by Wang Hao's words, and Master Wang's face was distorted terribly.

The most important thing is that people like ants in their eyes dare to spit on themselves with saliva, especially Zhang Fan and Wang Hao are already dying people, and they dare to do this, which is intolerable to Master Wang.

Master Wang stood up with a cold face, walked towards Wang Hao, and as soon as he stood up, Wang Hao cut the firewood knife in his hand at Master Wang's head.

But Master Wang didn't dodge, but stood still, not seeing the knife as a threat at all.

With a bang, the wood knife slashed at Master Wang's head, but it made a metallic trill.

Wang Hao's arm was numb, and the knife immediately fell to the ground, only to see that the sharp blade actually rolled up, and the entire knife body was dented and a large piece was sunken, and the whole knife became pitted.

Zhang Fan secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity, if it wasn't for the skull just now that he knocked himself away, his little black sword would definitely not be this result.

Wang Hao was also horrified in his heart, held back the pain in his hand, picked up the knife again, and stabbed Master Wang's chest.

Just when Wang Hao inserted the firewood knife into Master Wang's chest, a layer of light curtain appeared on Master Wang's chest, and then Zhang Fan saw it clearly, when the tip of the knife was inserted into the light curtain, the entire firewood knife was completely broken, turned into pieces, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Fan's heart sank when he saw it, and his wariness of Master Wang increased a little more.

Wang Hao endured the pain in his right hand, and took out another knife with his left hand, which was a bright kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife slashed at Master Wang's face, the kitchen knife was still torn apart, although this knife did not cause any damage to Master Wang, but it cut off a tumor on Master Wang's forehead, and blood flowed out of the tumor.

Wang Hao didn't expect Master Wang to be invulnerable, and was shocked to take a few steps back, and the force of the shock from Master Wang's body shook Zhang Fan's arms almost unconscious, and he drooped weakly.

Master Wang didn't care about the blood on his face at all, as long as he killed Zhang Fan and the others, and took out the poisonous insects on their bodies, then he could change his face if he succeeded in building the foundation, what else did he care about.

Master Wang's face was covered with blood at the moment, like a demon who had come out of hell, picked up the tumor on the ground and brought it to Wang Hao's mouth.

"My good apprentice, you dare to do this to the master, the master wants you to live, you can still die, come and give the master to eat it. ”

"Eat ** head". Wang Hao finally couldn't hold back any longer, and scolded the mage.

Zhang Fan finally climbed up from the wall, and the three skulls just now really knocked him down, and only now did he breathe in his chest.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he held the black sword tightly in his hand and rushed towards Master Wang.

"Wang Hao, it's too cheap for you to let you die like this, when I solve Zhang Fan, I will torture you to death."

Thinking of what Wang Hao said just now, Master Wang's fire started in his heart, but he was still suppressed by him. He wants to solve Zhang Fan first, and then torture Wang Hao well.

Master Wang no longer cared about Wang Hao on the ground, and walked over to Zhang Fan.

If you want to really cut through the light curtain and hurt Master Wang, maybe it is possible to use a small black sword, this is the only reliance and opportunity in Zhang Fan's hands now.

Zhang Fan endured the severe pain, jumped up, raised the black sword above his head, and rushed towards Master Wang!

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