101 Killing and Over Goods 3
The thin monkey took back the spiritual sword, took out the machete, and showed their true skills. Yuan Hong and Song San were not afraid: "Don't think that the cultivation is great. Let's see how the grandfathers deal with it." With that, the two of them shouted loudly and stepped forward at the same time, pressing the machete together.
Although the thin monkey's cultivation is high, it is aware that someone is on the side, and his heart is still scared. He is afraid of his hands and feet, and does not dare to do his best. Song San and Yuan Hong can't wait to use his strength to breastfeed.
For a while, the sword was like a white practice, and the knife was like a wild dragon. It was not the same level at all, and the two sides fought well.
Seeing the two little people like dragonfly, they shouted in front of him, and from time to time, they shouted at their "dog's head". The more the thin monkeys fought, the more angry they became, and after a long time, there was still no one to intervene. He was a little suspicious in his heart: "Is there something wrong with my feeling? Is there no master nearby?"
Once suspicion arises, it is like a spark that can start a prairie fire. What's more, he was angry. Then he was cruel and secretly said, "To solve these two people in front of me, that is, in a flash, even if there is danger, it is enough for me to defend!"
Thinking of this, he shouted angrily, and the machete suddenly exerted its strength. With a "cluck", he opened the two spiritual swords and hit Yuan Hong straight to Yuan Hong's head: "Fatty, you are so shouting that you still cut my dog's head. Let's see who will kill whom today?"
At this time, Wang Fan was not ready to wait.
He looked up and saw that the moon had arrived in the middle of the sky: "It won't be long before the next two batches will come, and there will be a nine-level refiner. It's right to finish the battle quickly."
Thinking of this, he took it out of his arms and took out a black rope. It was the fairy rope he got at the inner door of Lingxiao Pavilion: "It hasn't been used much. I'll let you come out to see the blood today."
Speaking of which, he got the bundling of fairy ropes when he went to visit the inner door.
That "black eating black" benefited him a lot. First of all, he solved the problem of insufficient washing liquid, and it was the best washing liquid, which made him get twice the result with half the effort. In addition, he had several killers, especially the dagger sleeve arrows, which made him escape many times.
In comparison, the bundle of fairy ropes is used less.
Yuan Hong knew that Wang Fan was in a hidden place and would definitely not let himself be hurt at all, so when he saw the machete falling from the sky, he not only did not hide, but also laughed and scolded in a hurry, "Oh, good knife. If you know Grandpa likes it, he will send it over, so I won't be polite."
The thin monkey's teeth were cracked, and he almost vomited blood and died. His whole body's spiritual power poured out and roared angrily, "When you die, you dare to tease me. Die!"
As soon as he was angry, his guard against his surroundings dropped to zero.
"Swearing your mother with the fat man, aren't you looking for death?" Wang Fan almost laughed, but he was not idle. He took this opportunity to throw out a bundle of fairy ropes.
The bundle of fairy rope is worthy of being a good treasure. A horse is like a dark night elf, crossing a black light, "whis" wrapped around the thin monkey.
"What is it?" The thin monkey screamed and wanted to break his arms, but the binding fairy rope had the name of binding the fairy, which was casually broken. The more he struggled, the tighter he became, and finally even went deep into the meat.
At the same time, Wang Fan stood in front of Yuan Hong, opened his blue palm, and faced the machete.
It is reasonable to say that no matter how powerful the body is, it is not as strong as the magic weapon blade. But at this moment, the thin monkey itself is difficult to protect, and the control of the magic weapon is also weakened to the extreme, and it is actually beheaded by Wang Fan.
"A master?!" The thin monkey looked up and saw this scene. His heart was shocked. Knowing that it was going to be loaded today, he could take care of some medium-grade spiritual weapon. He hurriedly recalled the machete, wanted to split the bundle of fairy ropes, and left.
"I'm scared at this time. Isn't it too late?" Song San acted when he saw the opportunity, and the spiritual sword was like a dragon, and he split it out.
Seeing that his head was about to be separated from his body, the thin monkey was shocked, spit out his spiritual power, and commanded the machete to meet him, which made him shocked. His spiritual power suddenly became dull: "Does this request also have the effect of limiting spiritual power? What's wrong with this?"
The reason why the bundled fairy rope has the name of bundled immortals is not only because the material is strong and easy to break free, but also because it can limit the spiritual power of the bundled person and reduce combat effectiveness.
At this critical moment, the thin monkey no longer took care of his face. He knelt on his knees and shouted, "The fairy master, forgive me, the fairy master."
"Uh----" Song San didn't expect that a six-level master who practiced qi would kneel down and beg for mercy regardless of his face. He was stunned, and the flying sword that was split out slowed down: "Brother, do you see?"
Wang Fan was also stunned. In his heart, the monks would rather die than give in, otherwise once the shadow of failure is left in his heart, his cultivation will not make any progress in his life.
"That, thin monkey," he reacted, "I ask you, how did the refiner inform you? Why are so many people here?"
"As long as the fairy master is willing to forgive his life, the little one will know everything." Under the threat of death, the thin monkey, who had just been arrogant, suddenly turned into a pug. He landed on his knees, and his eyes shot a begging and pitiful light, but he did not change his essence. He even asked Wang Fan to promise his life before telling the truth.
Wang Fan looked at Yuan Hong and shouted, "As long as you answer seriously, I can avoid you to death!"
The thin monkey is overjoyed. There are many despicable and shameless monks, but they have always attached importance to promises. It is not too much to describe them as a promise. When he heard that he could save his life, he kowtowed repeatedly, but his eyes were strange from time to time.
"We are all scattered cultivation. We often find some materials to sell to the refiners. We are very familiar with him. When we come back this time, he said that there was a three-layer little monk who refined five medium-grade spiritual weapons, and said that this person had a lot of concentrates. In this way, we had the idea of killing people and more goods. This is all on the refinery. If someone deliberately seduces you, please ask the immortal master to identify it.
"So you are still a good person!" Yuan Hong looked at Wang Fan and saw that he didn't continue to ask, so he stepped up. As soon as the spiritual sword was horizontal, he was about to head. He was so scared that the thin monkey's head was like pounding garlic. He screamed, "Fairy master, you can promise to spare my life. Don't break your word, or you will be punished by heaven."
"I just promised not to kill you. As for others, what does love have to do with me?" Wang Fan sneered and turned his face. He didn't die but suffered from it. He is not a good man. In this cultivation world of the law of the jungle, how can he live?
As soon as his words fell, Yuan Hong cut off the head of the thin monkey with a sword.
"This guy is a good guy who robs his family at first glance. There must be some good things on him. Hurry up and clean it up. I didn't wait for nothing."
Song Sanle ran over, regardless of the blood sprayed in the thin monkey's cavity, turned the body up and down, and found a small bag the size of a palm.
"Storage bag, good stuff!" Yuan Hong's eyes lit up.