"You hide from the world and hide the real treasure!" Fan Yinwen was furious: "You trick me!"

But almost at the same time, his face changed miserably, and at this moment, no matter how stupid he was, he understood that he had fallen into Fan Xueli's trap.

The so-called family heirloom treasure was simply an excuse for him to forcibly snatch Fan Xueli's treasure.

If there was no one else here, it would be fine, but now that there are such onlookers, if this matter spreads, I am afraid that he will be ruined immediately, and he will even be imprisoned by the Fan family on the criminal law platform for several years!

At this moment, the anger in his heart was like a turbulent river, about to roar and explode, staring at Fan Xueli like a ghost, the whole person was like a mad demon, the Tianwu Sword was radiant, and a domineering aura flowed and rippled.

Suddenly, on his body, there were countless python phantoms entangled, devouring Fan Xueli.

Even if he goes into the water, he has to pull Fan Xue away from him!

What's more, he is now at the peak of the four realms of the flesh, even if his morality is lost, I believe that the family will not give up on him as a descendant with a bright future!

At this moment, his vast combat power, the tendons on his body were condensed layer by layer, like a tiger and a cheetah, suddenly blooming out, fierce and fierce.

At this moment, the others couldn't help but be shocked: "Ten Thousand Snake Dynasty Sect? This is the strongest move in the Heavenly Snake Sword Technique, and he actually practiced it?"

In the Fan family, the Heavenly Snake Dynasty Sect is the most weird and dangerous move, but it is the most respected, between killing the enemy, only asking about the result, not asking about the technique, and many Fan disciples have been immersed in a lifetime, and they may not be able to comprehend the essence of this trick.

For a while, everyone was silent. Under this blow, I am afraid that Fan Xueli will not be able to dodge at all, and even be abolished by Fan Yinwen.

Between heaven and earth, the truth is the greatest? No, success and defeat are still about strength.

At this time, in the face of this killing move, Fan Xueli did not move.

Those people who had good eyesight before were shocked in their hearts, because they saw that Fan Xue was calm and calm at this moment, and obviously there was no trace of panic, could there be a backhand?

At this time, with Fan Yinwen's move, the devouring Ten Thousand Snake Sword Shadow had already reached Fan Xue's left closer, almost enveloping Fan Xue's entire person.

"Is it just these little snakes?" Fan Xueli said lightly.

Under the shocked and hesitant gaze of everyone, Fan Xueli's eyes were calm, but his hands were full of light, and the whole person was full of light, between heaven and earth, he was the only respect.

Countless golden rays of light surrounded him, and then swept out. The snake shadows in front of him seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and instantly turned into countless dust.

The fateful golden light he had just obtained was not only used to absorb the light of the Rising Sun Sacrifice, but even the symbol of Wenqu Xing, which possessed a powerful defensive power, and could spontaneously form a huge light protection in the face of danger.

At this moment, Fan Xue left the golden light of his life and threw forward!

In just one moment, the golden light of fate came out like a dragon and a snake, and it came down mightily, with the awe-inspiring righteousness of heaven and earth, and sealed all of Fan Yinwen's cultivation!

In the rolling wind and thunder, Fan Xueli fell with all his strength, knocked away the Tianwu Sword in Fan Yinwen's hand, penetrated through it, and slammed into Fan Yinwen's face.

Fan Yinwen's face was beaten to blood, his nose was crooked in half, and his face was twisted.

Fan Yinwen fell to the ground in pain, struggling, and said angrily: "You still dare to hit me?" He has always been clothed and fed, how could he have been beaten like this, and he wanted to struggle desperately at this moment, but found that he couldn't exert any strength on his body, and his face couldn't help but be full of fear.

Fan Xueli said coldly: "On the day of ice and snow, you trample on the beggars on the street with your horses, how despicable! You snatched my Tianwu Sword, took it for yourself, and kept provoking me, despicable!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Xueli punched hard and hit Fan Yinwen in the face again.

The corners of Fan Yinwen's eyes were broken, most of his teeth were broken, his ears seemed to hear countless gongs, he was dizzy, and his face seemed to be cut by countless knives, and he was suffocated in pain.

At this moment, Fan Yinwen couldn't stop it anymore, and couldn't help but beg for mercy and said: "Seventh brother, spare me, I was wrong! I gave you the Tianwu Sword, I don't want it!"

At this moment, he is incoherent, just hoping to survive this moment.

Fan Xueli said coldly: "The Tianwu Sword was originally mine, what qualifications do you have to talk about giving it away? You have something like a dog, and it is worth me to steal your things! This third punch is because you see that others have stronger treasures, so you slander others for stealing your family heirlooms! How else is a person like you qualified to be a disciple of the Fan family?"

His third punch condensed, and it fell like thunder, hitting Fan Yinwen's chest.

Blood-colored tendons appeared on Fan Yinwen's body, blocking the front, it was the spontaneous defense of the martial artists of the Tendon Realm, but now that he had lost his momentum, how could he stop it, and suddenly those blood-colored tendons were instantly dispersed, and he couldn't help screaming, and found that the breath of the Rising Sun Sacrifice Cultivation he got today was all gone.

At the same time, his body shattered in pain, let out a roar-like scream, and finally fainted.

Fan Xueli withdrew her fist at this time, seeing that Fan Yinwen was covered in blood, she was afraid that she would have to recuperate for half a year to recover, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Then he put away the Tianwu Sword and rubbed it gently, extremely cherished in his eyes.

This is the Tianwu Sword that has accompanied him since he was a child, and it is the reward of his mother's great contribution to the family, but he was almost plundered and robbed of his memories.

He gently inserted the Tianwu Sword into the scabbard, and without looking at Fan Yinwen, he walked out.

defeated Fan Yinwen, he was happy, but he also knew that the eldest lady behind Fan Yinwen, Elder Song Mengquan, was not a good stubble, and he would inevitably suppress himself with all his might, and he was only afraid that it would become more and more dangerous in the future, and conspiracies would emerge one after another.

But the other party bullied himself so much, if he didn't fight back, how could he be worthy of being a person?

Poor people have no life, everything depends on their own fighting!

Fan Xueli's eyes flashed with determination.

And at this moment, behind him, the others suddenly realized that they showed disdainful expressions towards Fan Yinwen.

Suddenly, a person with vision blurted out: "Fateful Golden Light! It turns out that Fan Qigongzi actually got the fateful golden light!"

This time, it was like a boulder thrown into the calm lake, disturbing everyone's inner peace.

Everyone's hearts exploded.

"It's actually the golden light of fate, this is the most outstanding answer when answering the questionnaire, it is deep in the essence of poetry and scriptures, and you can even get a lot of breath, so as to be reborn and cut the hair and marrow!"

"No wonder I was able to block Fan Yinwen's attack just now!"

And noticed that Fan Xue was well-founded and calm, and his temperament was calm and calm, and finally someone praised in a low voice: "You see that Fan Qigongzi has an extraordinary bearing, not impatient or impatient, and has a graceful atmosphere, but he is afraid that he has a solid mind and has endured for many years, no wonder he can not be happy with things and his mind is not confused." No wonder, no wonder!"

As soon as such a sentence came out, the others were suddenly silent, obviously agreeing.

They are both disciples of the Fan family, and after seeing Fan Xueli like this, they were ashamed of themselves, and they thought that this was the blessing of the Fan family.

But at the same time, they were a little worried, Fan Xue was right to recapture the Tianwu Sword, but they were afraid that they would make a bad deal with the eldest lady and Song Mengquan, and between the Fan Mansion, they were afraid that the forward would be more bumpy.

Song Mengquan put his hands behind his back and stood on the sacrificial platform, his eyes were vertical and horizontal, full of murderous intent, and he looked around.

On the east side, a Fan Clan's outer gate protector is a hero who has dominated Changshan City for more than ten years, but his body and mind are cold, and his head is lowered.

An elder of the outer gate of the Fan clan in the west is a cultivator of the six realms of the flesh, far higher than Song Mengquan, and his subordinates have killed countless people, but they dare not face him at this moment.

Song Mengquan nodded slightly, with a hint of pride. Others fear him, not because they are afraid of his physical realm, nor because of his identity, but because of their supernatural powers.

Every supernatural artifact has been worshiped by countless people, and his supernatural artifact can even resist ghosts and condense the array, and even oppress these people in front of him to a desperate situation with a single thought.

He set his eyes on the Taiyi Pavilion, according to the time, the sacrificial meeting should be almost over, not surprisingly, this time it must be the third prince to get the first, according to the agreement with the eldest lady, he deliberately chose this millennium He Shou Wu, which will definitely allow the third prince to enter the realm again, so that he will have the opportunity to compete for the qualification to participate in the Kunlun Void Saint Society in the Changshan City Conference a few days later.

The reason for helping the third prince is not only to receive many benefits from the eldest lady and the third lady, but also to include a layout that belongs to him.

"Once that layout is successful, when the time comes, I will become a powerful existence second only to the patriarch and the city lord of Changshan City!" Thinking of this, Song Mengquan was full of ambition for a while.

It's just that at this time, he was distracted and found that the people of Taiyi Pavilion came out, but the third son, Fan Yinwen, was pale and bleeding all over, and was carried by several small servants, and he had already fainted.

At this moment, Song Mengquan felt that his mind was about to explode, and asked sharply, "What is going on?"

If Fan Yinwen is seriously injured, his layout will be greatly affected.

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at this scene, dazed.

The people who participated in the Taiyi Pavilion walked out one by one, originally they were in awe of Song Mengquan like a celestial, but at this moment, their eyes were indifferent, and there was also a trace of disdain in their eyes when they looked at Fan Yinwen.