310 Fight the Golden Horner again

Wang Fan was not injured. In fact, when the crackling bean came to him, he was prepared. As soon as he saw Zhao Zijun throw it out and exploded in a long distance, he knew that the crackling bean was controlled by divine consciousness. How could he be unprepared when Zhao Fei threw it again?

Although his face was covered with black dust and his clothes were a little tattered, he was overjoyed: "Great, I'm afraid that you will quietly kill people. This explosion was made by you. If you attract the golden horned beast again, it's not my fault. Once the golden horned beast attacks, I will have a chance to escape."

If Wang Fan can think of this, Zhao Zijun can naturally think of it.

"Son, what are you doing?" His face turned pale and he was furious: "Haven't you had enough of the golden-horned beast?" With that, he gritted his teeth and turned his head and roared, "Transfer, transfer quickly."

Zhao Huan was very unhappy and secretly said, "Since I came to this golden land, my authority seems to have fallen on Zhao Zijun. Am I a prince or a prince?" So he narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Zijun, the golden-horned beasts have gone far away. Why should I be careful? And I see such a big Group, I guess there is no more in the front. Don't panic.

The white-faced man also looked at Zhao Wei angrily, but after hearing what he said, a sense of power surged up in an instant. He closed his eyes and took a long breath. Then he recovered and said in a amiable tone as much as possible, "Is the prince joking? If you don't cherish your life, please don't take us to the funeral. With that, he ignored the surprised expressions of others, jumped up and rushed forward.

Zhao Zijun gasped angrily and said to Mr. Zhao, who used to be smart. Why did he become a fool as soon as he saw this boy named Wang Fan? The golden horned beasts have passed, but they have long feet. Won't they come back when they hear the noise? But it's useless to think more. He also rushed forward after the white-faced man.

Everyone didn't want to die, so they hurried to follow.

"Uh?" Zhao Fu suddenly lost his voice and suddenly seemed to think of something. He patted his thigh and said angrily, "Wond, they will definitely come back when they hear the sound. How can I forget this?"

Zhao Zijun and everyone, who hadn't gone far yet, couldn't help but be dumbfounded when they heard this. They thought that this boy thought of this now. He was really convinced, but Fortunately, when he thought of this, he didn't dare to delay any longer. He waved his hand and came behind Wang Fan with Lao Tian and said with a smile, "Let's go, we're cooperating now."

Although Wang Fan is gray-faced, he is happy in his stomach. He has such an IQ, and no matter how strong he is, it is useless.

In fact, Zhao Lian's cleverness is unquestionable. Why did he make such a stupid move? It can only be said that he wanted revenge too much. In front of Wang Fan, he was always thinking about the black widow's poison. As a result, he forgot to think about other things. Then he impatiently blew up the crackling beans in his hand and wanted to give Wang Fan a majesty.

"Ha ha, son, you are really good." Wang Fan didn't care. He just said this sentence with a smile and walked forward, but this sentence almost choked Zhao Lian to death.

"Bastard, I'm going to let you die." His face turned blue and he cursed in a low voice. He was not afraid that Wang Fan would hear it. Instead, Lao Tian's heart trembled and he quickly interrupted, "Son, let's go quickly. We've both been seriously injured. If we fall behind, it will be too late."

Zhao Fu cherished his life the most. Hearing this, he couldn't help shivering. He didn't dare to stay anymore and hurriedly caught up.

The explosion of a single crackling bean is not very loud, but it still attracts three golden horned beasts falling behind. However, these three golden horned beasts are of different sizes. Two of them are obviously old, and the other is like a pony. They are a little thin and obviously still underage.

"There are three old, weak, sick and disabled. Let's just kill them." The white-faced man was angry with Zhao Huan, but as soon as the breeze blew, he recovered. Knowing that what he had just done was a little too much, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to ease, so he said to Zhao Huan very cheerfully, "Sir, just look aside. Brother Zijun and I are enough to deal with them."

Zhao Huan held an anger in his heart, but at least he knew that it was not the time to turn his face, so he forced a smile and said, "It's up to Brother Bai and Brother Zijun."

Zhao Zijun and Baimianlang had the same idea, didn't say much, and roared and rushed up.

But as the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy. The golden horned beast, as a strange beast bred in the golden land, even if it can't open its intelligence, with the growth of years, its cultivation is slowly increasing. Although the body will gradually decline, the one-horn on its forehead is more and more powerful.

When the two golden-horned beasts saw that the enemy did not retreat but advanced, they immediately realized that it was not good. They immediately stopped and howled fiercely like a wolf. Seeing that they could not scare the enemy, they snorted and arched forward.

With a flash of white light, one unicorn turned into the appearance of a big knife, chopping from top to bottom to the white-faced man, and the other unicorn turned into an axe-like appearance, which was also vigorously chopping. The route of the two old golden horned beasts was completely similar, both of which broke the ten thousand methods.

Since the white-faced man boasted Haikou, how could he let them succeed? He shouted loudly, and the ghost head fan shot out. In just a moment, he took a strange trajectory, and then the fan disappeared without a trace, leaving only a ghost head with a big mouth.

The ghost head was extremely fierce. In the face of the slashing of the one-horned knife, he did not dodge. He opened his mouth and opened his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth and sharp teeth. He jumped and bit the one-horned knife, as if he wanted to swallow it. But how can the one-horned magic knife show weakness? There was a sudden sound, and he rubbed it in the devil's mouth, as if he wanted to cut off his sharp teeth with a big knife.

Zhao Zijun on the other side did not show weakness. The spiritual sword was like a dragon to resist the one-horned axe, and then turned into a soft silk around the finger, tightly tied the big axe so that it could not struggle.

Looking at the war between the two sides, Wang Fan couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. He didn't say the power of the golden-faced beast, but the toughness of the white-faced man and Zhao Zijun made him feel that it was worth it. He couldn't help guessing in his heart: "The white-faced man took the road of resistance, while Zhao Zijun wanted to defeat the strong with softness. I don't know who of them will win first."

He was looking at it, and Zhao Xun's annoying voice came to his ear: "There is no doubt that the two brothers will win. We can't be idle. Isn't there still a little head? Let's kill it together, so as to show our prestige.

Wang Fan curled his lips secretly and killed a young golden-horned beast together, which could also show his prestige. This logic was simply hopeless, but everyone shouted repeatedly, hula sacrificed magic weapons, and rushed up.

When the underage golden horned beast saw that it was besieged, it couldn't help screaming and wanted to retreat, but everyone was used to being strong and weak. How could they give it this chance? It soon left serious scars on it.

The two elderly golden horned animals were anxious, their eyes turned red, and they howled resentfully. The two transformed unicorns suddenly returned to their foreheads.

Wang Fan's heart moved and knew that they were going to use unique tricks. He couldn't help saying in his heart, "The chance to escape is now."

Sure enough, the two horns shot out again, but they changed three, two to six, and the combat power of each horn after the change remained unchanged, which made the white-faced man and Zhao Zijun suffer. The two were in a hurry for a while, and even suffered serious injuries.

Although Zhao Huan and others dealt with the little golden horned beast, they had been looking at the white-faced man and Zhao Zijun. Seeing their crisis, they quickly roared, "Wang Fan, what are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and give it to me? It's better to do your best, otherwise it depends on how I deal with you."

"To deal with me?" Wang Fan silently carried the spiritual power of water and stroked his face, and the black dust disappeared, showing a sneer on his face: "Is it up to you? Aren't you afraid that I and the Golden Horn will unite against you? Now they are difficult to protect themselves. You are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. Even if they kill you, it is not difficult.

"What did you say?" Zhao Fei was furious, and at the same time, he was a little nervous. After playing with Wang Fan for several rounds, he didn't earn a cheap price. In the end, he got a hobby of "liking old women". He laughed at the whole world of cultivation. Seeing that Wang Fan was so light and clear, he was finally a little uneasy and gave up the idea of killing in person.

But there are still several people here. He glanced around and said, "But a small mid-term foundation monk dares to be so arrogant. Everyone here is a hundred times better than you. Lao Tian, what are you waiting for? Go up and kill him. It's a great achievement. Anyway, you haven't made a vow. You don't have to care at all."