120 catch up (celebrate the two months of this book, today's third update.)

Wang Fan used all the magic weapons, and finally unexpectedly injured a Feiyu disciple, and then turned around and fled.

The two disciples suffered such a great loss that they naturally refused to let go and roared to catch up with them. They had no intention of hunting Caidie and others at all. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately slowed down and hung them.

His royal air flight skill is different. It is already a unique secret skill. Even the well-informed refiners are envious and delusioned, so he is not afraid of their tracking at all. As long as he is willing, he can get rid of it at any time.

"This is also to buy you time. As for whether you can escape or not, it depends on God's will and everyone's luck." He thought to himself that the speed was slowly getting faster, and he did not dare to waste too much time. Since a group of Feiyumen came, the other groups were not far from here. He never joked about his life.

And this time he can escape his life, which is completely based on the basis of framing Master Iron. Master Tie just died. Once he survives, he must be eager to cramped and skin him: "Ling Xiaoge can't go back. No matter for any purpose, at least avoid it for a while."

"I don't know what's going on with the fat man? Don't hit this boy at the muzzle of the gun. When his mind changed, he thought of Yuan Hong and was quite worried, but he thought that Yuan Hong was very shrewd and did not suffer losses at all, so he stopped thinking more.

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Wang Fan successfully escaped, but the Iron Master was miserable.

He was besieged by five people. Although there was only one seven-level monk among the five, and the rest were six-level monks. The cultivation was under him. As the saying goes, a good tiger was defeated by a group of wolves, and it was difficult to beat four hands with two fists, but he still dared to support it.

"When I saw that Wang Fan was not a good boy, he was not a good person. I didn't expect that at the critical moment, he came up with such a poisonous trick and abandoned me to run for my life alone. Wait, wait until I escape back to the sect and see how I can treat you!" He was full of resentment and vented on Wang Fan.

No matter what you think now, it's serious to escape your life.

"That's it. Don't you just want that thousand catties of concentrate? I'll give it to you!" He blocked left and right, gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "I fell, but you want my life, but it's not easy. If you are struggling, don't hang me up."

After all, he is a nine-level monk, and he still has a deterrent.

The five disciples of Feiyumen were also afraid that he would be cruel and die together, but they couldn't say soft words. The leader then shouted, "Leave the concentrate and give up resistance, but you won't die, otherwise today next year will be your anniversary." As he spoke, the attack slowed down.

Master Iron seized the opportunity, took out a storage bag from his arms and threw it into the distance: "Go on!" But it hurts so much: "The treasures I have saved for so many years are all in it, and now there is nothing left. Wang Fan, Wang Fan, I am at antagonistic position with you."

He thought to himself, but the action was not slow. While one person rushed to pick up the storage bag, he immediately rushed out of the encirclement and fled to the distance. I don't know whether he wanted to or not, he fled in the same direction as Wang Fan.

The five people of Feiyumen didn't catch up, but laughed around the storage bag: "A thousand catties of concentrate, brothers, you are getting rich now. Let me have a look quickly."

The man who received the storage bag was happy, dripping with blood and refining a little. Then he looked at it, the smile on his face suddenly solidified. He roared angrily, "His mother, chase it quickly. This grandson lied to us. There is no concentrate. It's all garbage."

The Iron Master had no concentrate in the first place, so he gave it to them, but he was forced to do it, so he had to take out his own storage bag and throw it to them, but the purpose was to take the opportunity to escape.

The five people in Feiyumen were so angry that the meat in their hands flew away. Anyone who put it in their hearts could stand it: "Chase, even if you go to the ends of the earth, you have to chase back this dog."

The five people held an evil fire, soared into the air, and rushed out.

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Wang Fan successfully shook off his tail and carefully fell into the dense forest. He wanted to hide his body, not running in the air, but sneaking in the dense forest: "I seem to have an inextricable relationship with Feiyu Gate. I killed Wang Sen in his door as soon as I debuted, and then confronted them several times. It's really an enemy."

His life was in good order. He was in a relaxed mood and ran away gently and skillfully. He didn't know at all that the Iron Master, who was severely cheated by him, also fled here awkwardly.

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Master Iron has a dead heart.

Not to mention that his plan to "loyal to the sect and become a model" has been a failure, even the treasures he has accumulated over the years have been thrown to those desperate ghosts. That's all. Money is something outside the body, and it's lost. However, those guys couldn't calm down and immediately wanted to check it. As a result, they found that there was a clue. The ghost cried and the wolf howled to catch up, and scolded them indescribly. If they were caught up again, their lives could not be saved.

All this was caused by Wang Fan's words.

"Little beast, I can't relieve my hatred when I peel your skin and cramps you." He thought about it, and his feet ran more quickly.

But at this moment, two gray-faced guys suddenly appeared in front of him. Looking at the clothes, it was the Feiyumen.

"It's really a house leak, but it's raining all night." Master Tie urged bitterly: "Why am I so unlucky? Isn't this the two guys chasing Wang Fan? Why did they come back so soon?"

These two people are completely different from the arrogant just now. One of them held their arms, their faces were pale, and the other touched the gaping spiritual sword, muttering to themselves and trembling with heartache.

When he sees others, others naturally see him.

"Isn't this iron? Why didn't the brothers stop him? He has a thousand catties of concentrate on him!" The two disciples were surprised and surprised, but they had just suffered a lot of losses and knew that Master Iron's cultivation was much higher than them, so they dared not take action for a while.

When Master Tie saw their doubts, he was overjoyed, and his speed was three minutes faster. He wanted to flash by.

At this moment, someone behind suddenly shouted, "Surnamed Tie, you are at least a nine-level master of practicing qi. How dare you deceive me? Today, we will never die."

The two people of "Big Brother" exclaimed, and the spiritual sword "swished" and shot at the Iron Master.

"Sad!" Master Iron sighed and had to pull out the spiritual sword and meet him.

The other party is two six-level monks. Usually, he will never see it in his eyes, but at this time, there will be a pursuer. Even if it is only a delay, his danger will be one layer greater, and the two people are ghosts and elves. They know that they can't beat them, and then make up their minds. They just fight, and never fight hard.

He was angry and anxious, and his spiritual swords attacked repeatedly. He was good at several spells, regardless of the expansion of spiritual power consumption, but he could not quickly break the enemy for a while.

With this delay, the latter few people really caught up.