Chapter 133 Wen Bixiao's Challenge

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"I..." Luo Fan was a little speechless. He actually did a bad thing with his good intentions, and he revealed it casually to expose this trouble. Want to die by yourself? How can that work? It's not easy to be reborn in this world. How can you die so easily?

But if you don't die, you have to fulfill this promise that other men will go crazy, which really gives Luo Fan a headache. However, Yuwen Xiaoqiao will not give up the promise she has been following because of her ignorance.

Luo Fan rubbed his temples with a headache and looked up to see Xuaner on the 19th ring, but his heart was even more annoyed.

"Hey, boy." Just as Luo Fan looked helplessly at Long Man with a gloating face, Wen Bixiao, who had not spoken behind him, shouted at Luo Fan.

Luo Fan turned around and looked at Wen Bixiao, who was obviously angry. Wen Bixiao pointed to Luo Fan and said coldly, "Since you have unveiled Xiaoqiao's sister's veil, get ready to die."

"Haha," Luo Fan laughed angrily and said, "It's just the three of you?"

"Three of us?" Wen Bixiao smiled arrogantly and said, "You take yourself too seriously. I can deal with you by myself. The vow of the Yuwen family that if the veil of Xiao Qiao's sister is lifted and others can defeat him with their own strength, then the qualification of the person who defeats the veil will naturally be transferred to the person who defeated him.

"So you must be ambitious for Yuwen Xiaoqiao?" Luo Fan sneered after listening to Wen Bixiao's words.

"Of course, I know very well that I can strangle you as a sparrow. Not to mention your small refining period, even if it is the master of the foundation period, I can also challenge it. How can you ordinary people understand the strength of Xiandao Sect? Wen Bixiao looked at Luo Fan's eyes full of confidence, as if he had won after saying this.

"Haha, so I have to accept your challenge?" Luo Fan and Long Man looked at each other and said.

"You know yourself. If you fight with me happily, I will leave you with mercy later. Maybe I will be in a good mood and save you a life." Wen Bixiao is very confident in his strength.

I was worried that I couldn't find a reason to engage with these people of Xiandao Sect, but I didn't expect that Wen Bixiao, a brain-damaged man, was automatically sent to my door. OK, I promise that we will have a one-on-one challenge.

"Okay, haha." Wen Bixiao was not afraid at all. Wen Bixiao shouted happily when she heard that Luo Fan did not rely on the people of his college to disagree with his proposal.

"Young master, be careful..." Wen Lei, standing behind Wen Bixiao, said worriedly that he would not be as good as his own strength, but he was the same as an impulsive young master. When he saw Luo Fan hear Wen Bixiao's challenge, he did not worry, but felt a little overjoyed. There must be ghosts in it.

"Don't mind your own business. Besides, do you still think I will lose to this boy?" Wen Bixiao's nostrils face the sky and disdainned Wen Lei behind him.

Luo Fan signaled Wen Lei and the foundation-building teenager behind Wen Bixiao to Xiang Feixue and Long Man's eyes beside him, and then stepped out to Wen Bixiao and said, "Luoshui Luofan."

"Haha, you don't deserve to know my name. If you can survive in my hands, I will let you know my name." Wen Bixiao said.

Luo Fan didn't feel uncomfortable after listening to Wen Bixiao's words. Don't mind biting the dog. If someone bites you, do you still come back to ask others for a bite?

"Bang--" Luo Fan stamped his ground and rushed directly to Wen Bixiao. Of course, he was too lazy to speak and took action directly.

"Hum--" Wen Bixiao saw Luo Fan rushing over, and his eyes swept Luo Fan's golden blade in his hand and snorted with some disdain. Except for the high explosive power, there was nothing great. With a wave of his hands, a layer of black golden mystery was covered in his hands.

Luo Fan had the intention to try the power of Wen Bixiao's black gold casket, and directly chose to hit Wen Bixiao's black claws with his golden blade. Luo Fan's power obviously has an advantage. Although he is much worse than this simple golden blade and Wen Bixiao's advanced mysterious skills, he has not suffered a big loss in this confrontation with the advantage of his own strength.

However, as soon as he competed with Wen Bixiao, Luo Fan learned about the power of the black gold casket claws. Wen Bixiao's black gold casket claws seem to be a very sinister mystery. Luo Fan and his palms facing the mysterious spirit on their palms were directly corroded. With the metallic sharpness, his golden blade obviously has no chance of winning.

When fighting with Luo Fan, Wen Bixiao also had a bright vision. He didn't expect Luo Fan to have so much strength. Originally, he thought that his grasp was to defeat Luo Fan directly, but he was directly defeated by Luo Fan and his offensive.

Wen Bixiao seemed to be a little angry that he didn't hurt Luo to appease you. After a blow, he waved his claws repeatedly and grabbed Luo Fan wildly.

Luo Fan's eyes condensed, and on one side of the tricks in his hand was to unfold the first five styles of Jin Gang's 48 style that he had just learned. "Bang--" Jin Gang's 48 style is definitely not a low-level mysterious skill. Although there are only five moves, he has not fallen behind in dealing with Wen Bixiao. Of course, it is not easy to master the essence of this Jinang 48 style. Thinking that Jinwu, the owner of Jinwu City, only relied on the 18th style that could be displayed, which was to defeat the heroes to build the Jinwu city. The 48th style of Jingang would not be so simple.

However, Luo Fan, who can understand the essence of the 48th style of Jingang just by looking at Jin Wuyan's display. At this time, although he was surprised by the power of the 48 style of Jingang, he was full of yearning for the advanced skills.

"Are you from Jinwu City?" After the 48-style face with Luo Fan, Wen Bixiao, who looked surprised, jumped away and asked Luo Fan with some surprise after being bombarded with Luo Fan.

"Jinwu City? It doesn't matter!" Luo Fan shook his numb arm and said faintly. Although his 40-eight style of Jingan is not simple, after all, Wen Bixiao's cultivation is higher than his own, and his mysterious skills are much more proficient than his own. I chose to fight with him. Although the strength is great, the strength is mutual, and my arm is already painful and numb.

"It's impossible. You are not from Jinwu City. How can you be Jinang 48?" Wen Bixiao seemed to be far more interested in the mystery than the victory or defeat of this test, and asked nervously.

"Oh?" Luo Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you also know the forty-eight golden style? This is what I just learned, and I learned by myself when I engage in human beings.

"What?" Wen Bixiao was shocked to hear Luo Fan's unclear words. I have heard people in the clan say about the 48-style Jinang in Jinwu City. Although the Wujin casket claws I displayed are a high-level mysterious skill, there is still a big gap compared with this 48-style Jinang. According to the elderly in the clan, the 48-style Jinang in Jinwu City is at least a prefecture-level mysterious skill.

Jinwu City can't hold this Jingan 48-style treasure, but just pass it on to his direct blood relatives, so when he saw Luo Fanshi exhibiting this Jingan 48-style, he suspected that he was from Jinwu City. But the other party said that he would know how many times he saw it? How can this make you believe that the prefecture-level mysterious skills are so simple to learn? In this case, then people who know prefecture-level mysterious skills will run around the world.

"You're talking nonsense--" Wen Bixiao shouted, "Since you are not from Jinwu City, I'm not polite." With that, the blackness of his hands became darker, and he rushed towards Luo Fan with a strange step.

"What is this? Ling Bo's micro-step?" Luo Fan looked at Wen Bixiao rushing towards him at a very strange pace. He was very curious that there were some strange asynchronous methods like Ling Bo's microsteps that he had seen on TV in his previous life.