Chapter 104 Chief Disciple

"This girl is said to be the little granddaughter of the head of Feixianmen. This guy dares to kill her. He simply doesn't want to live."

"Does Xue Feihua want to openly provoke Feixianmen? He is just a scattered man. What can he take to fight against Feixianmen?

Qing'er immediately changed her face and said shyly and angrily, "** Thief, do you know that I am the head of Feixianmen? If you dare to do this to me, my grandfather will not forgive you."

Zhuge Fuliang was silent and took Qinger to the edge of the death zone, and his desire was about to be thrown into it. Qinger was really scared at this moment. In her impression, Xue Feihua was a shameless ** thief, as timid as a mouse, and a complete coward. But the person in front of her was ruthless and was so decisive to treat a young girl like her. Qinger couldn't help but be cruel in her heart. The threat of death made her to tears. Blur it up.

"Wait down and stop!"

Just as Zhuge Buteng was planning to throw Qinger into the death zone, a shout sounded from behind him. A man in blue rushed to step on the ordinary glittering fairy sword.

"It's the Guanghan of Feixianmen!" Someone exclaimed.

Zhuge's pupils shrank. This man named Guanghan was the dazzling period repairer who chased Xue Feihua with Qinger a few days ago.

"Brother, save me~~~" Qing'er sobbed, and she was already in tears.

"It turns out that you are the ** thief. Your life is really big. I didn't kill you last time, and today I will scatter your soul!!" After saying that, Guang Han's hand trembled, and a long sword brought a sharp edge and stabbed at Zhuge Fuliang. In the blink of an eye, he had come to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Bliang's two fingers were together, and a white light suddenly appeared on his head, clamping the tip of Guanghan's sword. He only heard a "cryphony" sound, and the tip of the sword broke. Zhuge Bu shook his hand, and the broken tip of the sword flew towards Guanghan like a flying knife.

Guang Han's face changed. He never thought that the cultivation of "Xue Feihua" had progressed so fast in just a few days that he broke his weapon with one hand. The tip of the sword turned into a sharp edge and passed by Guanghan. But at this time, Guang Han suddenly felt that the surrounding space seemed to be still and bound by an invisible force.

Zhuge Fuliang slapped him, and then flew up. His fist flashed with hot white light, and he punched Guanghan's chest.

"Puff!"

Guang Han spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face became extremely pale, and his body flew out obliquely.

Zhuge Bu Buliang jumped up in the air with Qinger in one hand and came to the top of Guanghan. His feet collapsed and collapsed Guanghan, who was in mid-air.

Guang Han fell from the air awkwardly, but before he could stand up, Zhuge Butang had already appeared behind him, quickly slapped his hands on his body, and sealed Guanghan's cultivation.

"Ss~~~"

The sound of inhaling cold air around sounded. Everyone knew that the Guanghan of Feixianmen was the cultivation of the dazzling period, but it was subdued with one hand by a cultivation in the foundation-building period, which made people unable to believe the facts in front of them.

"You..." Guang Han's face was extremely pale, and there was an unspeakable humiliation in his heart. He shouted, "You are not Xue Feihua. Who are you?"

Anyone can see it at this moment. The person wearing a ghost mask in front of him is by no means the young man of Xue Feihua.

Zhuge Buliang was too lazy to explain to them. He directly mentioned Guanghan and Qinger and took them away to the land of death. But at this moment, a dangerous breath came as an empty cover, and Zhuge Butang was shocked and quickly retreated. A golden sword light fell from the air and split in the original position of Zhuge Buliang, and the ice on the ground immediately cracked a gap.

"This Taoist friend, it was just a misunderstanding before. Can you let go of my two peers?" A middle-aged man fell from mid-air, with a calm appearance, wearing a dark robe. There seemed to be a golden scale python coiled around the robe. This robe was not ordinary at a glance.

"Who are you?" Zhuge Buliang took Qinger and Guanghan to the side.

"My name is Fan Hao, the chief disciple of Feixianmen." The middle-aged man said indifferently.

"Chief!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard these two words. In a sect of cultivation of immortals, there will be a very outstanding disciple, who will be awarded the title of "Chief". The identity of the chief disciple is extraordinary. In addition to the elders and heads of the sect, he is the chief disciple. It is not an exaggeration to describe it with the phrase "less than ten thousand people under one person".

The chief disciple of each sect is undoubtedly the elite among the elites. He has been a genius figure since childhood, showing a different demeanor from ordinary people.

Fan Hao walked lightly and said, "Can this Taoist friend give me a thin face?"

Zhuge Bbulang secretly thought that the cultivation of this chief disciple of Feixianmen is obviously above the Jindan period, and it is likely to be the practitioners of the six or seven levels of the Jindan period. Even if he is pregnant with the seven-star treasure body, it is impossible to challenge each other at two levels. The Jindan period is a suspenseless battle against the foundation period.

At present, the other party is only discussing with himself, but if Fan Hao forces him to take action, Zhuge Butliang is absolutely confident that Qinger and Guanghan will die before Fan Hao takes action.

Fan Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen through Zhuge's thoughts, and said, "As long as the Taoist friend let my two peers go, I promise I won't embarrass you."

"How do I know if you will go back on your own?" Zhuge Fuliang shouted that he had to be on guard. After all, he had killed several practitioners of Feixianmen before.

Fan Hao frowned slightly, and then a little frown, and the faint golden light surged. Fan Hao recited softly in his mouth: "I, Fan Hao, swear, as long as you let go of my two Taoist friends, I, Fan Hao, will never be a friend. Otherwise, the soul will gather and scatter, and I will never be born."

After saying that, a little golden light disappeared in Fan Hao's eyebrows.

Zhuge Butang was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Fan Hao to swear. You should know that the oath of immortals is not just what they say casually. The cultivation of immortals is to go against the sky. Once you swear, the oath will be very effective. Zhuge Buliang looked down at Qinger. The value of the little granddaughter of the head of Feixianmen was really extraordinary, which made the chief disciple of Feixianmen swear.

Zhuge Fuliang threw Qinger and Guanghan on the ground and slapped them repeatedly, lifting the other party's ban.

"Brother Fan, help me kill him. He dares to bully me." Qing'er looked at Fan Hao with tears in her eyes and an aggrieved face.

Fan Hao waved his hand. He had sworn that he would not kill Zhuge Butang, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Although it was just a flash, it was still clearly caught by Zhuge Butang. Zhuge Butang's heart moved, and he secretly said that this matter was not so simple. Although Fan Hao can't kill himself, it doesn't mean that other disciples of Feixianmen will not attack him.

Zhuge Fuliang subconsciously clenched his fist. As long as he is not the peak of the Jindan period and the dazzling period, Zhuge Fuliang is fully sure to win.

There was a trace of coldness in Fan Hao's eyes, but he had sworn that he would not take action blatantly. Immediately, Fan Hao turned away with Qinger and Guang Han.

Time passed quietly, and the practitioners of major factions wandered around the death zone. Zhuge Butiaoliang's just made people completely believe that he was not the scum of the immortal world. Many practitioners came up to get close, and even Su Xiaobai, Qingyangzi and other scattered practitioners looked at him kindly.