123 The arrogant party can't

The foundation monk had the dignity of the foundation monk. He personally went to chase and kill Wang Fan and Master Iron. He was already suspected of bullying the little. Naturally, he would not let others follow him. Then he made some arrangements and rose up and chased him in the direction of Wang Fan and Iron Master Iron.

Besides, Iron Master and Wang Fan were desperate to escape, but their speed was greatly limited because they did not dare to fly high.

Master Iron is fine. Although he has fought hard for two games, and his spiritual power is very severe, but his cultivation is there. After all, the speed is much faster. After a while, he can see Wang Fan's figure from afar.

Looking at Wang Fan, who jumped up and down, he was hateful and angry, but at this time, his life was on the line, and he did not dare to make trouble. Moreover, he also wanted to use Wang Fan's power to escape from the mountains and forests and return to the sect. Then he suppressed his anger, quickly caught up and whispered, "It's Wang Fan in front of me. Wait for me, let's escape together. "

Although Wang Fan's cultivation was low, his divine consciousness was extraordinary. He felt that there was someone behind him running more quickly. It was not until he heard the voice and knew that it was Master Iron that he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became nervous: "Don't come to revenge, right?"

When Master Tie saw that he heard his voice, he stopped, and then ran faster. Like a rabbit seeing a wolf, he knew that he had a burden in his heart. He hurriedly persuaded, "My spiritual weapon exploded itself, and it killed several people in Feiyumen. I guess they will never give up. At this critical moment, the two of us should work together to deal with it."

"Sure enough, it's his self-detonation weapon." Wang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "It's over. You can blow yourself up. Why are you running in my direction? Feiyumen disciples have to chase here desperately."

"What the master said is reasonable." He said quietly: "It's not the time to care about it. Leave here quickly, and it's right to protect your life." With this, he was thinking about how to deal with the Iron Master after escaping from here.

Master Tie didn't know what he was thinking. He continued with a long sigh, "It's reasonable. Since we haven't escaped from danger yet, lend me your spiritual sword quickly. In case the enemy comes, I can also buy time for you."

"What?" Wang Fan almost didn't scold: "The master is joking. I'm just a little disciple of the outside world. How can there be a magic weapon suitable for you?" Although he has three medium-grade spiritual swords on his body, he has never used them, and what he said is reasonable.

"When is it? Let's have a lower grade spiritual sword!" Master Iron didn't care. As he ran forward, he reached out to ask for it. Wang Fan had to throw the spiritual sword in his hand.

This spiritual sword is a forest, and its quality is also excellent in the lower-grade spiritual weapon, so he took it over. Unexpectedly, he changed his master without using it a few times.

He was distressed when he heard a roar from the sky: "Well, do you still want to escape from the person who killed me?" Then a sword roar approached.

"No, someone attacked." He was shocked, his footsteps paused, his figure flashed, and his direction changed repeatedly, but he was still swept by the sword wind. His arm cut a big cut, and his blood flowed wildly.

Master Iron is also not easy, like him, dodging.

At this time, he saw the gap between the two's cultivation. He dodged repeatedly. Although he saved his life, he did not avoid it in the end. His arm was a sword. Although the Iron Master was also embarrassed, he was unscathed.

"No wonder you can hurt my nephew. It's really two times!"

The person who came was just unable to come. He walked down gracefully from the air, step by step, with a soft sound, as if there was a ladder in the sky for him to step on.

"Is this the power of the foundation monk?" Wang Fan and Master Tie were restrained by his hand. At the same time, they felt powerless. They looked at each other and saw each other's despair: "This time!"

But as the saying goes, the rabbit bites people in a hurry, and the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry. No one will give up his life without resistance. Even if they know that the struggle is futile, they still have to struggle.

"The senior is a foundation monk. Why do you have the same knowledge as us as dragonflies? They condescend to come to chase and kill in person. Aren't you afraid of losing your identity?" The iron master held the spiritual sword in his hand, took a step forward, and said bravely.

He is a little regretful now. If he had known it, he would not have any magic weapon blades. Like Wang Fan, he stood there empty-handed, honestly and trembling at this moment, and may leave his life: "Why is it bad luck every time you meet this boy?"

He now even suspects that Wang Fan is his nemesis.

"Haha" Fang couldn't laugh: "Are you talking to me? For a long time, no one dared to hold the spiritual sword and rushed to talk to me angrily. What's more ridiculous is that this spiritual sword is still a low-grade spiritual weapon, haha! You don't think it can deal with me, do you? It's useless. I'm going to decide the head of you two.

"As for the so-called damaging identity," he said with a smile and said carelessly, "As long as you two are killed, who else will talk nonsense everywhere, so I'm not afraid at all."

The iron master stubbornly accused him of bullying the young and ignoring his reputation, which was a sign of timidity, but just a chance.

Sure enough, Fang couldn't care about this at all. As soon as he exited, he demeaned him for blocking the car and over his ability. Finally, he told them directly, "I'm here today. I just want you two to get the heads."

Master Tie's face turned red, gasped for breath, and his whole body trembled. On the one hand, he was scared, but more of them were despised. Then he secretly thought that it was a death anyway, but it was not as good as a man. He just wanted to wave his spiritual sword and say some heroic words, "Eighteen years later, he is another hero".

But before he opened his mouth, Wang Fan suddenly said, "The senior wants our lives. Even if we don't want to, we can't resist, but I really don't know where we have offended the seniors. I hope you can say it and let us be a clear ghost."

Fang couldn't be high, arrogant and arrogant. He squinted at Wang Fan. He saw that his face was frightened, trembled all over, and his forehead was cold sweaty. He couldn't help humming comfortably, mastering the world, reigning the world, and turning over his hands can take people's lives. How cool this feeling.

"It's okay." He really enjoyed this feeling so much that he couldn't help but want to delay for a while: "Since you ask, I might as well tell you that Feiyu Men Fang Tian is the son of my eldest brother. He has always been favored, but he is bullied by you. Do you think, should I kill you?"

"He wants to kill us, but we don't want to die. Naturally, we have to fight back. What's the point? He is not good at learning, but he was defeated. He should go back and think behind closed doors. After practice, he can challenge again, but let the master behind him come to revenge. What a coward. How promising can such a boy be? It's also very popular, I pooh!"