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When Wang Fan saw Zhao Zijun's extreme smile, his heart suddenly broke out and he felt bad.

The monk's pursuit of long life is to go against the sky, and they don't care about all kinds of secular rules. They just want to follow their own heart. It doesn't care whether they are shocked by the secular world or not. Just as many practitioners love sex, they arrest a large number of girls and ban them. In the eyes of secular people, this is what the big devil does, but other monks hear it and top He would shake his head and scold secretly, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

However, there is a situation that is exactly the opposite. The wind of children is very popular in the secular world, and some people even take it as an honor. It seems that they can't show their identity without raising three or five children, but they are criticized in the world of cultivation. One monks are most clear-minded and do not like men and women, not to mention the wind of children; the other is universal. After practicing, all indicators of the body will reach a state of reasonable balance. It is impossible for abnormal people to appear, so there are colored demons among monks, but there are few same-sex love.

Wang Fan actually knew this truth, but the so-called upset, not to mention that he was at a critical moment of life and death. When he was confused, he mistakenly thought that Zhao Zijun had same-sex hobbies, so he shouted repeatedly, and even begged bitterly.

Zhao Zijun felt that he had suddenly realized the truth of heaven and earth and was secretly proud of his intelligence. However, after listening to Wang Fan's words, he couldn't help but be angry and even didn't have time to scold back. A mouthful of blood that he had held back earlier suddenly surged up, and spewed out with a "wow".

"Shameless boy, I built the foundation of the peak monk, and I was only separated from the golden elixir. I was so insulted that I want to smash you into ten thousand pieces."

He didn't think that Wang Fan was dizzy and said such out of tune. Instead, he thought that Wang Fan was deliberately humiliating him. It was unbearable. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he recalled the spiritual sword that disappeared with the dragon and fell to the ground.

"I'm going to cut off your meat, which is not enough to relieve my hatred."

When Wang Fan saw his angry appearance, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He said in his heart that it was decent, and he smiled gloomyly. Then he saw the cold light of the spiritual sword, and his heart suddenly became nervous. However, after the urgent and dark operation of spiritual power was fruitless, he could only sigh secretly, knowing that today was more and auspicious. .

In the face of the fear of death, even if he is a brave hero, he can't guarantee that he will really regard death. Even the ants with no intelligence know that it is better to die than to live. Wang Fan is blameless for showing fear and despair.

Zhao Zijun finally saw a look of despair on his face. His heart was full of pride. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and laughed and said, "Wang Fan, I have to admit that you are indeed a person. You can fight with me in the later stage of building the foundation. In time, your achievements are unlimited. Unfortunately, God is jealous of talents, but you have encountered it. I, next year's today is your anniversary."

Fear belongs to fear. As long as Zhao Zijun doesn't have a hobby in that area, Wang Fan is really stubborn to the end: "Damn, Zhao Zijun, you are a despicable villain. I have the nerve to say that since grandpa fell into your hands, you have to kill him casually, but I advise you to be sharp and don't let me have a chance to turn over, otherwise you will look good. . "

He knew that he had no chance to turn the tables. This was just to anger Zhao Zijun and quickly seek relief, so as not to be really cut into pieces and suffer endless pain.

"Okay, that's good." Zhao Zijun smiled fiercely: "As you wish, I will give you a good time." With that, he swore the spiritual sword and cut off Wang Fan's head.

Wang Fan sighed and closed his eyes and silently felt the despair before death. However, he suddenly remembered something and said to himself, "Some people say that after the head moves, he will not die immediately. He can still see the blood ejected from his neck. I wonder if I will see it?" Thinking about it, he couldn't help opening his eyes again, but when he opened it, he couldn't close it anymore. Instead, he opened it wide and shouted, "Don't take risks. Go quickly. You're not his opponent."

It turned out that when he was beaten to the ground by Zhao Zijun and was unable to fight back, a white light flashed in a corner of the council hall, revealing the handsome figure of Cang Furong. As soon as she saw that Wang Fan was about to be killed, she had to think about the cause and effect, and quickly pulled out the spiritual sword to attack.

Although Cang Furong is a woman, she does things quite simply. Sometimes Wang Fan feels that she is not as straightforward as her. At this critical moment, her habits finally show benefits. Without saying a word, she kills directly and attack the place she must save.

Wang Fan thought that if it was Venus or a fairy, he would definitely shout "retain people under the sword" before saving people. If it was a mouse treasure, he would definitely be stunned. It was not until his head fell to the ground that he remembered to save people.

Zhao Zijun's spiritual sword was about to fall. Suddenly, he saw that Wang Fan looked different. Then he felt that his hair was suddenly raised, and there was a burst of goose bumps. He couldn't help saying that it was not good. He knew that someone took the opportunity to sneak attack. If he did not respond immediately, he would definitely die.

In fact, with his cultivation, he should have listened to all sides, but Wang Fan's words made him hate him deeply, and he was dizzy for a moment and didn't care about anything else at all.

But even so, he didn't want to let go of Wang Fan easily. He finally forced Wang Fan to die. How could he be willing to fail? He said fiercely in his heart and secretly, "Even if he is seriously injured, he will kill Wang Fan's child." Thinking of the incredible twist of the body, the spiritual sword did not stop cutting off.

But the twist of the body must move with the arm, and the movement of the arm makes the direction cut by the spiritual sword worse, so his sword did not cut off Wang Fan's head as he wished, but slid obliquely from his chest to the lower abdomen.

Although Wang Fan wore the golden clothes given by Zhao Fu, he could not stop the sword. He felt a pain in his chest and a stream of blood came out.

"Wang Fan" Cang Furong shouted, and the spiritual sword cut fiercely, causing Zhao Zijun to be injured almost at the same time, and one arm flew down.

"Ah" Zhao Zijun thought that his body was twisted enough. Even if he was injured, it was just a minor injury, but he didn't expect that one arm was cut off. Although practitioners are not afraid of body damage, as long as they have enough time and elixirs, they can recover as before, but the injury is still a great injury, especially in the lack of doctors. The Five elements of Medicine is always facing the juncture of life and death, and the great damage to vitality is equivalent to a greatly reduced chance of rebirth.

But when he saw that a sword was deviated, he couldn't cut off Wang Fan's head, and he still wanted to make up a sword, which showed his deep hatred for Wang Fan, but how could Cang Furong allow him to do it again? The spiritual sword flew like a dragon and rushed straight to his head.

"It's a pity that we can't kill this child this time. It will be a big problem for me in the future." He hated secretly, and his figure did not dare to stop for a while, and he did not even dare to turn around. He rushed forward. It was not until he escaped from the range of the spiritual sword behind him that he dared to relax a little and secretly moved his spiritual power to stop the bleeding from the wound.

Cang Furong drove Zhao Zijun away and asked anxiously, "Wang Fan, are you all right? Why don't you see him for a while? Are you so embarrassed? Who is the man in front? How dare you hurt you so far?"

Wang Fanxin said, aunt, Zhao Zijun is the top monk who builds the foundation, and he will use the strongest secret skill as soon as he comes up. I'm not embarrassed. Fortunately, you appear in time, otherwise I, a big man, will fall to the ground.

But it's not the time to say this. He quickly struggled twice and found that his body was still unable to move. Then he gave up and suppressed the pain in his chest and whispered, "Go quickly. You're not his opponent. It's too late to be late."

He meant to let Cang Furong carry himself on his back and quickly escape from the Wuxing Hall. Even if he ran to the land of water, with the belongings of Zhao Wei and others he searched, he found some healing drugs, so that it is not too late to revenge after recovering. There is a saying that it is not too late for a gentleman to revenge for ten years, not to mention that he is still not as good as others.

But maybe he just opened his eyes wide. When Zhao Zijun's spiritual sword was cut down, the high-drinking sentence worked. Cang Furong actually thought that he was letting her go first. He didn't care about his life or death. He couldn't help but be greatly moved. In the cultivation world of the law of the jungle, even her own father pushed her into the pit of fire. Who once protected himself regardless of his life. Question mark

"If I don't leave, we will die together." Cang Furong's eyes were full of tears and grabbed Wang Fan's hand: "With your words, I have no regrets."

"Uh?" Wang Fan couldn't remember what he said for a moment. He moved her like this. He had to die with him and was so anxious that he was about to cry.