Chapter 102 Awakening

"Zhengfeng old dog, where are you running?" Zhang Fan shouted loudly and fell from the sky as soon as the Zhengfeng, who was about to escape, fell from the sky. Zhengfeng old dog, you also have today!" Zhang Fan controlled the light, suspended in mid-air, and laughed.

"Fumo Handprint"!

A huge golden palm with a human pattern fell from the sky and directly patted Zhengfeng's superior into a meat pie. Zhengfeng's superior could not die.

Zhang Fan swept away and found that the southern demon ancestor not far away was about to escape. Zhang Fan sneered, drove the light and drove away. In just two breaths, he instantly came to the front of the ancestor of Nanmo. Run, run!" Zhang Fan had a black face, looked at the ancestor of Nanmo in front of him and said gloomyly.

"The little old man dare not. Young man, let the little old man go. The little old man is wrong. The ancestor of Nanmo said in fear, with a frightened look on his face, and almost knelt down and kissed Zhang Fan's feet.

"If you had known this, why did you have to do it? It's late." This sentence directly sentenced Nanmo's ancestor to death. Zhang Fan understands this truth. The world of cultivation is huge and complex. That endless network of connections makes people feel a headache. Maybe you bullied a beggar-like practitioners today, and tomorrow there will be a metamorphosis period practitioners will come to trouble you. Therefore, sometimes it is necessary to be ruthless, so that there can be no proof of death.

When Zhang Fan raised his palm ferociously and wanted to kill the ancestor of the Southern Demon in front of him, he suddenly found that the scene had changed. It was a grassland. Zhang Fan was extremely familiar with the grassland. It was the Jiulong Bay where Zhang Fan watched Yunyue walk.

The murder on his face quickly retreated, leaving only infinite tenderness and confusion. Before long, some crystal ** filled Zhang Fan's eyes.

"Why, why?" Zhang Fan muttered. Revisiting his hometown, Zhang Fan's angina was severe, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyes widened and looked at the almost unbelievable scene in front of him: it was Yun Yue who appeared. However, next to Yunyue, there is also the man wearing a silver mask. With the raised corners of his mouth and annoying smile, Zhang Fan really wanted to punch his head.

The man in the silver mask actually took a step forward and held Yun Yue in his arms, and looked at Zhang Fan with provocative eyes. Zhang Fan stared at the scene in front of him and suddenly roared, "It's not true, it's not true..."

"Why isn't this true?" Yun Yue looked charmingly at the man who held her in her arms, and then turned her head to Zhang Fan coldly. He is more handsome and powerful than you. Why didn't I choose him?

When Zhang Fan heard the words, he felt that the sky suddenly turned around, and his head was like a volcano hidden. Suddenly, it erupted and roared.

"Ah!" Zhang Fan held his head, but he couldn't relieve the pain and could only howl loudly.

"No, I don't believe it!"

With a sound, Zhang Fan jumped up like a conditional launch and directly hit the roof. The slight pain made Zhang Fan slowly wake up.

"It turned out to be a dream." Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but felt particularly uncomfortable.

"Yun Yue." Yun Yue's little face flashed in Zhang Fan's mind and muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly, a noisy sound outside woke Zhang Fan from his memory.

"What's going on?" Zhang Fan scratched his head and only heard the noisy sound of the crowd outside. Then, Zhang Fan saw the fire approaching one after another.

"Is it a fire?" Zhang Fan got dressed and walked out of the room.

"Fubo, Fubo", Zhang Fan shouted Fubo twice, but no one agreed. He felt a little bad, so he walked out of the door.

The lights in front of him were bright, and the torches were in the sky, driving away the night. Fubo was standing stiffly outside the door, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, standing majestically, and his body was covered with color, and his silver beard was also stained with blood.

"Fubo, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Fan saw that Fubo was injured and immediately ran over to help Fubo.

"Xiaofan, go quickly and leave me alone." Fubo couldn't help but be a little anxious when he saw Zhang Fan coming out.

"Haha, what an affectionate look. I'm all moved." At this time, Zhang Fan carefully looked at the people not far away. Rows of soldiers in black armor stood in neat rows, all energetic, and the murderous spirit on their bodies could not be ignored.

And in front of these soldiers is a man wearing black armor with a mace. The man's armor is different from those soldiers. The armor on the chest is not smooth and textureless like other soldiers, but has an abstracted wolf head. At first glance, this man is the head of this group of soldiers.

"I didn't expect it, I can find it here! Today is the day of your death!" The leading man said hatefully.

"Today, if Feng Tian doesn't kill you, I will be a disciple in vain!"

As soon as Fubo heard this, his face changed, and he knew that he could not avoid it today. Xiaofan, go quickly. No matter what happens, don't worry about me.

"No, Fubo, I can't leave you alone." Zhang Fan knew that these people were not good, but he did not mean to escape.

"You child." Fubo sighed.

"Damn it, you think I, Feng Tian, am a piece of paper, and I don't have the right to say anything when I die. None of you can escape today. Feng Tian interrupted the conversation between the two and said viciously.

"Xiaofan, I'm the one who has involved you." When Fubo heard Feng Tian say this, he knew that he couldn't escape. If it hadn't been for Fubo who saved me, I don't know if I could survive..."

Before the word "Come" was finished, Zhang Fan only felt a dark shadow rushing at him. What scared Zhang Fan was that he couldn't move.

"Is this going to die?" This idea suddenly came into Zhang Fan's mind. Suddenly, someone pushed himself away and fell to the ground.

"Puff", the sound of arrows into the flesh, strangely, Zhang Fan did not feel pain, but the next moment Zhang Fan will never forget. Fubo pushed himself away, and then the arrow sank into Fubo's body.

"No!" Zhang Fan watched Fubo fall in front of him, but he couldn't help himself.

Feng Tian came to Fubo with a mace and laughed, "It's hard to protect yourself and you have to protect others. You're so confused. I'll wake you up."

After saying that, he saw the mace in his hand hit Fubo who fell to the ground.

"Puff", the mace hit Fubo's chest, and only heard the sound of cracking bones. Fubo blushed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and sprayed on Feng Tian's face.

"Damn it, you are so immortal that you dare to plot on me. Go to hell." Feng Tian raised the mace in his hand and was about to split it. Zhang Fan suddenly blushed and rushed to Feng Tian and hugged Feng Tian tightly.

"Get out, I don't have time to play here with you." Feng Tian looked at Zhang Fan, who hugged him tightly and didn't let him do anything to him. He scolded, then stretched out his right hand and threw Zhang Fan out.

Zhang Fan only felt a huge force attack, and he was thrown out and fell on the wall in the distance. His left arm hurt and he lost his sense of pain. Zhang Fan knew that his left arm was disabled.

Feng Tian smiled griely and smashed the mace in his hand.

"No!" Zhang Fan watched the wolf's tooth stick fall, but he couldn't help it. He cried heartbreakingly. This sound seemed to stimulate Feng Tian's fierceness, and the mace in his hand hit him more happily. For a moment, Fubo's lower body became bloody and miserable.

"Old man, it's too cheap for you to die so happily. I want you to die in pain." Feng Tian smiled cruelly and still waved the mace in his hand.

"No, no!" Zhang Fan shouted, and somehow the strength came from, and stood up straight.

"No, but, excuse me." Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words abruptly.

"Haha", Feng Tian seemed to hear the best joke and pointed to Zhang Fan. Just, you? Xiaohu, go and beat him to death and let him know that heaven and earth are thick. Hearing this, a soldier came out, rubbed his fists and palms, with a ferocious face.

"Quick, let's go." Fubo's weak voice came, and Zhang Fan's body was shocked.

"It means you're unlucky to meet me." Xiaohu smiled cruelly and punched Zhang Fan in the face. Zhang Fan immediately stepped back a few steps, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth.

"Oh, haven't you fallen yet?" Xiao Hu looked at the rickety Zhang Fan in disbelief and was a little surprised.

Even Feng Tian, who had just raised his mace, raised his head with great interest and looked at Zhang Fan. I can't think of how Zhang Fan stood up and what kind of beliefs supported him.

"Quick, go, leave me alone." Fubo looked at Zhang Fan and couldn't help bursting into tears.

"Oh, it's quite manly. But I like to torture people the most. After saying that, Xiaohu waved his fist to greet Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was punched a few times and quickly retreated. Seeing that he was about to fall, he staggered and stood up again.

At this time, Feng Tian was a little impatient and said, "Xiao Hu, hurry up, we still have something to do."

When Xiao Hu heard the words, he immediately said "yes" and walked ferociously to Zhang Fan. As he walked, he said, "Brother, let's go." After saying that, he punched him, and the strong fist wind made Zhang Fan's face hurt.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan raised his hand and grabbed Xiao Hu's fist.

Xiaohu was stunned. He didn't see how Zhang Fan grabbed his fist, and then waved the other fist in disbelief.

was caught again, and Xiao Hu's heart was a little weak. Struggle to pull back the right fist, then transport the magic power in the body, condensed in the right fist, and waved to Zhang Fan.

"Have you played enough?" Zhang Fan suddenly raised his head, with a strange bloodlight in his eyes, which made Xiaohu's heart tremble.

"You all have to die!"

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