113 kills and windfall

Wang Fan killed Zhang Li, tied Song San, and walked to Yuan Hong's bear cave.

Because he settled Yuan Hong first and then returned, the two were not far from each other. In a short time, he saw Yuan Hong squinting and lying in the cave.

"This boy can sleep!" Wang Fan had to admire his relief and pushed, "Don't sleep. My old friend came to see you. Why don't you open your eyes?"

"Who?" Yuan Hong woke up and touched the broken arm again. He said twice in pain: "You're back. Have you killed all? Who came to see me?" Before he finished speaking, he saw the trembling Song San: "Well, it turned out that the 'Junjie' who knew the current affairs came. Why didn't he be with your brother Zhang!"

"Brother Yuan" Song San knelt down on his knees: "Grandpa Yuan, I'm fascinated. I'm not a thing. I deserve to die. You have a lot of adults. Just forgive me."

"I'll spare you nothing!" As long as there is Wang Fan's occasion, he has always been the only one who is Wang Fan: "Big boss, what do you think you want to do?"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "This time you have suffered great grievances. Song San should be at your disposal. If you want to spare him, I will let him go. I don't want to forgive him. So, hum."

Song San was so scared that he shivered and cried even more sadly: "Brother Yuan, Grandpa Yuan, forgive me. I will listen to you in the future. I don't want the five middle-grade spiritual swords this time, and the remaining concentrates are all in the storage bag. Please check it."

"The remaining concentrate?" Yuan Hong was stunned, and then his eyes narrowed: "I'm the concentrate given at the price of the refiner. How can there be any surplus? To be honest, otherwise you will look good."

"I said, I said." Life is in the hands of people. Song San didn't dare to hide a trace. He hurriedly said the agreement reached with the refiner: "It's my ghost who was obsessed and greedy for small profits, so I became greedy. Brother Yuan, forgive me this time."

"So it is." Yuan Hongchang breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was a big deal. Whoever our brothers are with, let it go to you." With that, he put the storage bag handed over by Wang Fan in front of him: "Take it. Don't hide it from me in the future."

Song Daxi secretly said that Yuan Hong still had a friendship with me. If it was Wang Yan, he would kill me with a sword. He was happily taking the storage bag and felt a pain in his heart. He looked down. Yuan Hong held the sword in one hand and inserted it into his chest fiercely.

"This, this----" Song San's face was full of disbelief, as if he didn't feel any pain, but trembled all over and looked at his chest and asked.

"I hate it when people lie to me." Yuan Hong was furious: "If you treat me as a fool, then you will be blamed for fooling you!" With that, he stabbed Song San's body again.

"Uh, uh-" Song San was shocked. He looked up at him, screamed a few times, looked up and fell to the ground without a sound.

Wang Fan did what he said and didn't participate. Looking at Song Sanqi, he smiled and said, "He has a good relationship with you. I thought you would forgive him!"

Yuan Hong curled his lips and showed an extremely disdainful expression: "This kind of person can't stay. At the critical moment of life and death, he is forced not to fight against the enemy with me. But he actually embezzled the concentrate earlier. It's really untrustworthy. This man is really stupid. Don't you know that following your boss Wang has great benefits. This kind of concentrate calculation. Bullshit!"

"Haha" Wang Fan laughed: "Don't beat around the bush. If you want to see this harvest, just say it directly. To be honest, I also want to check it." But then he frowned and pretended to be unhappy and said, "You are also really, the cave you finally found is covered with blood. How can you stay?"

"Hey hey" Yuan Hong smiled with a fat face and looked loyal and honest: "This hole smells too big. It's okay not to wait. Let's go. It stinks." With that, he staggered up.

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The two of them really gained a lot this time. Let alone the five valuable middle-quality spiritual swords, the items hidden by Zhang Li and others alone are enough to make them happy.

"Good boy, the Zhongpin washing liquid is all Zhongpin washing liquid, and Zhang Li is all right. After all, the cultivation has reached six layers, and Liu Lian and Lin Li actually hide so much. It's really unreasonable." Yuan Hong looked at the jade bottle on the ground, his eyes were shining, and his words were upside down happily.

After the cultivation breaks through the three layers of Qi practice, the lower-grade washing liquid can no longer play an auxiliary role. No matter how much he uses it, it is ineffective, while the middle-sized washing liquid is different. It is suitable for him to use at this time. How can he not be unhappy?

"Once these lotions are used, I still can't run up. Boss, do you think Caidie dares to look sideways at me at that time?"

With the help of Wang Fan, Caidie's cultivation was promoted to the third level of practice, and her head was raised again. She directly ignored Yuan Hong's goodwill, which made him quite unhappy. He also knew that Wang Fan's previous advice was right. "For this kind of woman, don't talk about love, first oppress her on her on her cultivation, so that she has a sense of a mountain of admiration, and the rest is easy to do. . "

"Of course I dare not!" Wang Fan was in a very good mood and joked with him: "Fat Yuan Hong is a cultivation genius. What is Caidie? It's easy to get!"

After talking and laughing for a while, they distributed the washing liquid. Wang Fan is the main force in this battle. Naturally, the big head will be with him, but he will not let Yuan Hong suffer losses. You push me and let them, and in the end, they will be happy.

"Five medium-sized spiritual swords, how about I three, you two?"

Wang Fan looked at the spiritual sword shining with cold light, his eyes shining, and he was extremely excited. He doesn't like to use swords, and he has higher-level magic weapons to bind fairy ropes, daggers and even strange magic mirrors. He is not very interested in the middle-quality spiritual sword, but this does not mean that he doesn't want to get it: "The spiritual swords I gave to my brother and sister last time when I went home are the most rubbish kind. It's not even a grade. This time, I just got three, which is enough for them to use."

"Okay, I was going to get two things." Naturally, Yuan Hong would not have any objection. With a clap of his palm, he immediately picked up two of them and played with them: "With a medium-grade spiritual weapon, I am also a master. I guess the five-level monk is not my opponent, hey hey!"

"Don't show off. Our cultivation is still too low. Once we provoke people who should not be provoked, we don't even have a chance to escape." Yuan Hong didn't have a handle. He liked to brag everywhere. Wang Fan had to give him a warning: "We killed Lin Li, and Lin Qinglang will never die. Once he learns, you and I will be finished!"

"Don't worry about this. I know what to say and what not to say." Yuan Hong patted his chest with only one hand left, and his face was full of "Don't worry about me." Then he stared at the storage bag with his eyes: "Haha, there are a total of three storage bags this time. Why is there one of me?" After saying that, before Wang Fan could speak, he held the storage bags in his hand.