109 conspiracy to kill Yuan Hong

In order to practice the six-level monk, Zhang Li's words were naturally not light. Song San looked back again and secretly said that maybe Wang Fan had been killed by the master of the refinery. He couldn't help making up his mind and put down the spiritual sword and slowly retreated: "Okay, I will believe Brother Zhang today. I won't participate in the enmination between you."

"Okay, Brother Zhang is really quick to talk." Lin Li was overjoyed, and then stared at Yuan Hong fiercely, as if he was happy and enmity.

Yuan Hong was captured and his arm was broken. It was miserable enough. At this time, when he heard that they had reached an agreement in a few words, he was suddenly angry and his teeth were cracked. He couldn't wait to tear Song San, and his face was twisted. He said word by word, "Song San, what a hero who knows the current affairs, don't forget the business between us. You also have a share. At worst, you and I will break up!"

"Pa" Zhao Yi slapped him in the face with hatred: "Brother Song abandoned the secret and broke up with you for a long time. And since Brother Song is here, we don't need you. Of course, we won't kill you. I will pull out your tongue and see how you say it. Can you write by hand? I'm sorry, I'll cut off your fingers one by one, haha!"

He looked up and laughed, and his tears came down. Since his practice, he has not been so happy: "Wang Fan, Wang Fan, do you see? Your lackey, fat Yuan Hong, was trampled under my feet and tortured wantonly. Where is your 'protective god'?"

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Wang Fan stayed on one side calmly. He had practiced seven layers and was the highest cultivation among the people present. He wanted to hide his breath, but no one found it. Originally, at the moment he saw Yuan Hong being captured, he wanted to take action, but looking at Song San's appearance, he endured it cruelly: "For good luck, as long as there is life, he can't pass. In a few days, you can still be alive. If you are a fat man, you can put up with it first.

Song San finally turned against the water. Wang Fan was disappointed for no reason, but after being disappointed, he was relieved: "Is friendship also a burden?" He smiled in his heart and shook his head to shake off this incredible idea.

"Song San, since you can see the situation clearly, just say everything you know. We promise we won't deal with you!" Zhang Li felt the supreme majesty from Song San's more trusting eyes. He felt that as the highest cultivation in this place, he had the responsibility to play the role of "leader", so as soon as the war was over, he stepped forward and issued orders repeatedly.

"Brother Zhang asked, how dare I hide anything." Song San saluted respectfully and didn't look at Yuan Hong's sad and indignant eyes. He slowly said the cause and effect of the matter. Of course, in his mouth, he had to work for them under the coercion of Wang Fan and Yuan Hong.

"What, there are five medium-grade spiritual swords?" Zhang Li swallowed his saliva fiercely and showed his greed: "Okay, that's great. This is a big deal. If the elders know about it, they will definitely reward us!" With that, he looked at Lin Li and said, "Brother Lin, what do you think? Should we tell this matter and hand over the spiritual sword?"

"Cre it over?" Lin Li's eyes widened and licked his dry lips: "Five middle-quality spiritual swords, there are only five people here. If Yuan Hong disappears, it's not unconsciously. Why do you have to hand it over?"

The Zhongpin Lingjian has a great ** for any monk who practices qi, especially the poor sect of Lingxiao Pavilion. All the monks are looking for spiritual weapons with red eyes. At this time, how can they resist?

"This should be kept secret!" Seeing that Lin Li's statement was satisfactory, Liu Lian quickly followed the speech. He was a three-level monk. If he had a medium-grade spiritual sword, it was estimated that the five-level monk would have no problem.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yi knew that it was his own time: "This is feasible. Anyway, only the five of us know that as long as the fat man disappears, no one will doubt it!"

Song San has just joined their small group. Naturally, he can't say anything, and whether he is busy with Wang Fan and Yuan Hong, or turn to Zhang Li in a blink of an eye, what he does is Zhongpin Lingjian. Now he can get it at his sight. There will be objections. He hurriedly hugs his fist and said to Zhang Li, "Song San's cultivation is low, and he can see. It's shallow, and it's up to your brother to make everything.

Zhang Li nodded with dignity, but he was so proud that he was even a little fluttering: "What is authority? What is leadership? Everything is respected by you. With you as the head is authority and leader!"

He thought proudly and looked sideways at Lin Li: "Since everyone agrees with this method, we will do so. Anyway, even if it is handed over to the sect, the elders will give rich rewards. It's better not to bother them and kill Yuan Hong directly."

Although Yuan Hong was tied up, his ears were not blocked. Hearing this, he was so scared that his face turned pale and shuddered all over. He had the intention to ask for a few words, but he felt that he was just humiliated in vain. It was not as good as being heroic. Then he bit his trembling lips and shouted angrily, "What a group of beasts, greedy for treasures and they are looking for these things. It's a bad reason. It's really shameless. If you kill me today, the king will avenge me in the future. I'm waiting for you in hell, haha.

Zhao Yi was afraid when he heard Wang Fan's name. He couldn't help trembling and said uneasily, "If we divide the treasures privately, we can't frame Wang Fan. What if he pursues something?"

Zhang Li had a relationship with Wang Fan and knew his strength, so he couldn't help but show his deep meditation.

"What are you afraid of?" Song San was afraid that the Zhongpin Lingjian in his hand would fly again, and he concluded that Wang Fan himself was difficult to protect himself. He hurriedly said, "The refiner has not caught up with him so far. He must have fought with him. No matter how powerful he is, he is not the opponent of the nine-layer monk. I guess he will not live long. Now we have to do it. It's to leave this place quickly and find a hidden treasure.

"Okay, this is pertinent." Zhang Litou praised: "Let's solve the fat man on the spot. Let's go quickly."

Killing Yuan Hong can be said to be Zhao Yi's favorite thing. He volunteered and pulled out his spiritual sword with a ferocious smile: "Yuan Hong, when you followed me and Baishan's buttocks, I thought you could be a good brother and a handsome man who knew current affairs, but later he saw the wind and followed Wang Fan. You thought that waste could protect you. All my life, I tell you that I can't. If I'm here, I can never.

Speaking of this, he was a little sad: "Baishan and I are brothers, but they died tragically in your hands. Today is also a revenge for him. In the future, I will kill Wang Fan and pay tribute to his heroic soul."

After saying that, he laughed, and the sword stabbed Yuan Hong's heart like a dragon.

Yuan Hong's face was pale. There were two battles, but he didn't say a word of begging for mercy. He closed his eyes and said secretly, "I didn't expect that my hero would die at the hands of Zhao Yi." He suddenly thought that it was he who cut off Baishan with his own hands that day: "Is it really retribution?"