Chapter 153 Three Birds with One Stone
Today's third update, the first update...
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"Haha, earth thunder, fire and electricity light vine!" Fan Jian proudly held a red-purple vine with a tricolor flower at the top. There was a fourth-order black-line python upside down beside Fan Jian's feet, and his body was bloody. Fan Jian kicked the python corpse and proudly took back the flying wheel floating in the sky. The outer edge of the flying wheel was an extremely sharp blade. For this trial of the misty forest, Fan Yuli gave the first-class magic weapon used by an elder to his precious son.
Behind a big stone, a pair of eagle-like vicious eyes were silently staring at Fan Jian. The man, dressed in gray, fell motionless behind the stone, as if he had melted into one with the stone. He has been here for five hours, just for this thunder and lightning vine. He is waiting for the best time to kill the fourth-order black-line python next to the thunder and lightning vine. Shangguan Ying is an extremely cautious person and patient. If he doesn't take action, he will be hit by one blow.
Just as Shangguan Ying waited for the opportunity to take action, Fan Jian came swaggering and shocked the sleeping fourth-order black-line python. The most annoying thing is that this guy actually sacrificed a yuan-level magic weapon to kill the fourth-order black-line python! The Shangguan eagle was half-dead.
Fan Jian proudly put the thunder, fire and electric light vine into the storage bag and said coldly, "Hmm, Ye Jun, it's better not to let the young master meet you here!" This black-lined python is your model!"
Shangguan Ying's eyes flashed and stood up from behind the stone.
"Who is it?" Fan Jian stared at Shangguan Eagle warily. Shangguan Ying's narrow eyes narrowed and said with a smile on his face, "Haha, presumably this heroic brother is the famous Fan Jianfan young master of Huanjian Pavilion!"
Fan Jian straightened his waist slightly and hugged his fist proudly and said, "It's me! What is your Excellency?
"Ha ha, Shangguan Eagle in Xialian Xingzong!" Shangguan Ying said with a smile. As soon as Fan Jian heard this, the arrogance on his face convered, and his waist collapsed. He hugged his fist and said, "It turned out to be a Taoist friend of Lian Xingzong! I don't know what advice Brother Shangguan has?"
"Ha ha, I don't dare to give advice, but I was deeply impressed when I saw the brave performance of Master Fan just now, so I couldn't help but want to get to know each other, which means nothing else!" Shangguan Eagle's face does not change color.
Fan Jian's face turned pale. He took off the blade and laughed and said, "It turns out that Shangguan also saw it just now. The carving bug's little skill is funny!"
"Ha ha, Master Fan is joking. The master is a little skill of carving insects. Isn't it the garbage that can't be put on the table!" Shangguan Ying said flatteringly.
Fan Jian's vanity was greatly satisfied. He waved his hand and said, "Brother Shangguan is too modest!"
"Hey hey, young door master, do you still want this python corpse? If you don't want it, you can give it to me. Take it out and show it off!" Shangguan Ying looked like a greedy marketer. Fan Jian was stunned, with a trace of disdain on his face. He waved his hand generously and said, "Since Brother Shangguan wants it, just take it!"
Shangguan Ying was overjoyed, put the black-line python into the storage bag, and carefully picked up a broken python tail. Fan Jian curled his lips disdainfully and said secretly, "I have never seen the earthen buns in the world. It seems that even Xingzong is just like this!"
Shangguan Ying received the black-line python and turned his head and arched his hand flatteringly and said, "Thank you, the young master for making money. Ha ha, next time I meet the young master, I will stop and have a banquet!"
"Haha, Shangguan, you're welcome. What's a small fourth-order black-line python?" Fan Jian said with an arrogant smile on his face.
"Uh... I don't know what the name of the magic weapon just used by the young master? It's so powerful. It should be a three-grade spiritual weapon, right? Shangguan Ying asked curiously. Fan Jian was stunned, and a look of contempt rose on his face. He said secretly, "This man is indeed a local steamed bun, and he doesn't even know the magic weapon!"
Fan Jian sacrificed the flying blade, and immediately the huge pressure suddenly emerged. The flying blade floated in mid-air and rotated, and the light shone.
"Ha ha, Shangguan, this is a first-class Yuanqi magic weapon, which is called Feiyuan God Blade. Hey hey, haven't you seen Yuanqi?" Fan Jian got the authentic.
"Young master, I don't look like it! I heard that the blue sword in Ye Jun's hand is also a magic weapon. The power that day is much stronger than yours!" Shangguan Eagle's eyes flashed and he said doubtfully.
Fan Jian's face changed and he said angrily, "Bah, my broken sword surnamed Ye can be compared with my flying blade! Let you see its power!" With a wave of his right hand, the flying blade was full of time, rolling up a white cold light, swish! Peng! A towering tree dozens of feet high and several feet wide was immediately ground into slag powder. Fan Jian didn't stop. The flying blade suddenly enlarged and flew to a large forest. In an instant, he swept the forest of hundreds of meters in the main circle. He smiled proudly and said, "Brother Shangguan, Ye Jun's broken sword can have this ability... Ah... Shangguan Ying..."
Fan Jian sprayed a mouthful of blood, and it was difficult to hold an iron hand passing through his heart. Shangguan Ying pulled out his hand with a smile and drifted back, and a blood fountain gushed out.
Pup! Fan Jian fell back, "How dare you kill me... I'm Huanjian Pavilion..." He died of breath before he finished speaking. His eyes were open, and his face was puzzled and unwilling.
Shangguan Ying smiled gloomyly and said coldly, "There is no one in the world that Shangguan Ying dares not kill!" He reached out and took Shangguan Ying's storage bag. He looked at his mind and looked satisfied. After thinking about it for a moment, he grabbed Fan Jian's hand and wrote the word "Ye" crookedly on the side of Fan Jian's white skirt with some blood.
Shangguan Ying looked proudly at his masterpiece, whether it is true or false. If it is written clearly, it is easy for people to see the flaws. In this way, pretending that Fan Jian will die before he finishes writing, which can make people believe and guess! Ye Jungang had a conflict with Fan Jian the day before. He must have carried this black pot on his back. Hey hey, three birds with one stone stirred up the hatred of the Ring Sword Pavilion and the Fire Soul Hall, and framed Ye Jun again. He got benefits again. This time, the young master of the Ring Sword Pavilion died, and he will not give up. Ye Jun absolutely can't escape death. Shangguan Ying smiled gloomily. Who said that killing people should use force? I, Shangguan Ying, killed Ye Jun with a little trick! Another two factions of hatred have been provoked. Isn't it the meaning of the suzerain?
Shangguan Ying thought for a moment, took out the thunder and fire electric light vine, and stuffed the storage bag back into Fan Jian's arms. He didn't even look at the flying knife blade that hung in the air because he had lost its master, and disappeared in a flash. This kind of legal law that others can recognize at a glance, Shangguan Ying will not be stupid to ask for it. As soon as he disappeared, a man in white appeared in the woods. It was Ouyang Duan. Ouyang flew to Fan Jian's body and looked at the "Ye" on the corners of his mouth. He raised his palms and cast a move of Jiuye real fire around him, and then quickly ran away.
Soon, several people flew this way. Just now, Fan Jian's "saw the big tree" was a little more moving, and the light of the Yuanqi magic weapon attracted all the disciples of the nearby six schools.
"Ah! It's a magic weapon! I found it first!"
"I found it first!"
"Bass, you found it, have you subdued it?"
Several people rushed to the blade of the flying god at the same time.
"Let's stop it. That's the magic weapon of our young master of the Ring Sword Pavilion!" Among several people, there was a disciple of Huanjian Pavilion, who recognized him at a glance.
"Ah! Young master!" The disciple finally found Fan Jian's body and flew over. Seeing that a big blood hole was broken in Fan Jian's heart, the blood had dried up and he couldn't die anymore. The disciple was immediately so scared that his face turned green and his mind was blank. This broke the sky. The doorkeeper was furious. I'm afraid that many people will suffer!
"Wh! Look at the words on it!" A bald man pointed to Fan Jian's sleeve in surprise.
The disciples of the Ring Sword Pavilion's eyes lit up and he was saved! With tears in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "There is a leaf on it. Obviously, the young master died before he finished writing!"
"Uh... Could it be... that Ye Jun! Aha... I guessed it too, when I didn't say it!" The bald man is a disciple of Ming Kongtong, named Dai Chunyin.
"It must be him! Ye Jungang had a conflict with the young doorkeeper the day before yesterday! Unexpectedly, he was crazy and killed the young master! This devil! Brother Dai, Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, you have to testify for us!"