Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 227 Jia San's Counterattack
Elder Rong, Balrog, and the boy who just joined, the three of them wrote blood on the city wall.

Elder Rong and Xiaobailian are alright, but Balrog feels a little uncomfortable. If there is a mouse hole, he will go in without hesitation.

After all, as a cultivator in the spirit-slashing realm, he was forced to mix with his subordinates to write blood characters. Not to mention that it was boring, but mainly for him, it was a great shame.

At this moment, he only hoped that the few people he had contacted before would come sooner and help him get out of the sea of ​​suffering earlier. At the same time, he did not want them to come, mainly because he was afraid of being seen in his current distressed appearance.

Anyway, I'm very confused.

"Jia San, come here to monitor for this deity." Yang Fan handed over the heavy responsibility of monitoring to Jia San, and he took out a pot of ice soul brew and lay down on the chair to drink, very comfortable.

After Jia San received this task, his heart beat wildly and he almost passed out on the spot.

Letting a small person guarding the gate monitor the big people who are several levels higher than him, especially one of them is the Balrog King he once respected and feared, all this is like a dream, real and illusory.

Still a little excited thinking about it.

Jia San felt that he was capable of monitoring the job.

As for being hated in the future, he wasn't worried at all. After all, his master was so awesome that he even defeated the notorious Balrog, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

"Work hard, you must not embarrass the master, come on!"

As for what he thought, Yang Fan didn't have any interest in it. While drinking Binghunniu, he was thinking about how to deal with these guys.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to kill them all. After all, letting the tiger go back to the mountain is not his style of doing things. Besides, this is still a scheming devil, so he can take precautions before they happen. Suddenly stabbed in the back, there was no place to cry.

But before killing, first prepare it well, and then make a windfall.

Delicious.

"Write quickly, don't try to be lazy, especially you, what are you staring at? I'm picking out the eyeballs for you!" Jia San scolded, at first he didn't dare to be so presumptuous, but as time went by, he gradually became more courageous. When he grows up, he even dares to pick up a weapon and beat people.

"The villain is successful, you wait for labor and management!" Elder Rong took a deep breath very angrily, and stretched out his hand to continue writing a word in blood.

As for the Balrog, his face was as gloomy as black charcoal, and he wrote blood characters quietly with a murderous look, but he had already marked Jia San with a big red cross in his heart.

"What did you write, ghost-painted talisman? Erase it and write it again, don't try to fool me!" Jia San raised his hand and slapped the Balrog on the back of the head.

The sound was very loud, and the touch was so good that Jia San couldn't help but slapped him twice.

The whole body of the Balrog was trembling with anger, and when he was about to go crazy, suddenly, three figures teleported and appeared above the Demon Spirit Castle.

"Brother Yanmo, we are here, tell us where the monk is quickly? The big sword of labor and capital is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Huh!? Fellow Daoist Flame Demon, what are you?"

"Boy, who are you?"

"Hey, so I called for help first?" Yang Fan stood up abruptly from his chair. After all, they were three Demon Cultivators of the Spirit Slayer Realm, so he still needed the minimum respect.

The three demon cultivators saw the current situation clearly in an instant, and each of them cast their eyes on Yang Fan, with different expressions, each with a ghost, as if they were weighing something.

Suddenly, one of the shortest demon cultivators yelled, stared at the Balrog, "Son of the Balrog, last time you were a guest at my place, you secretly took labor's favorite The female slave Pingping has been kidnapped, this feud cannot be shared!"

The Balrog was still thinking about how to share the spoils with his three friends for a while, but the next second after hearing the words of the dwarf Xiu, his face was stunned for a moment, and then the veins on his face bulged, "Win the ugly, don't you?" To talk nonsense, that slave girl was obviously paid by you, you..."

"Hey, don't make excuses, labor and management treat you like brothers and sisters, but you treat me like this, Balrog! You and I will cut off our righteousness from now on, and we will meet again, and we will never die!" With a sound, he tore off his robe, bowed to Yang Fan with a feeling of desolation, and teleported away.

Yang Fan didn't stop him, he had seen too many plastic friendships like this, and this fellow didn't speak ill of him just now, so he was really embarrassed to do it.

All this happened unexpectedly, and by the time the remaining two demon cultivators reacted, the short demon cultivator had already completed seven large teleportations in one go.

At this time, another demon cultivator saw this, his eyes flashed, he tore off his sleeve robe on the spot, and then teleported to appear in front of the Balrog.

Snapped!
A slap on the Balrog's face.

"Insulting my female slave, even my seven-year-old son, you are so frantic, labor and management have tolerated you for a long time." The linen demon repaired his words, kicked the Balrog again, Then he came to Yang Fan and cupped his fists to bow.

"Fellow Daoist, I am inseparable from this person, and I will never stop dying. When I kill him later, please allow me to give me another punch to comfort my son's spirit in heaven."

Yang Fan took a sip of Ice Soul Brew, stared at the demon cultivator a few times, smacked his lips and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to make up the knife later."

After closing the words, he turned his gaze to the remaining Demon Cultivator who was carrying a big sword.

He clearly remembered that this fellow threatened that his big sword was already hungry and thirsty, and he looked very arrogant at that time, but he didn't know if he could keep this posture in the future.

"Hmph, a group of cowardly people, labor and capital are really blind to be brothers with you!" The devil cultivator with a big knife scolded, brandishing the big knife and pointing the tip of the knife at Yang Fan, "Boy, they are afraid of you, but labor and capital can Don’t be afraid of you, come on, let labor and management see what you can do!”

Sure enough, Yang Fan was not disappointed, this fellow was still extremely arrogant, so arrogant that Yang Fan couldn't help but want to chop him into a stick with his big knife.

There is no beep beep, and the first shot is a big killer move.

"Big killer move, Five Elements Explosive Bomb."

After the words were closed, a giant holding a tennis racket suddenly appeared.

With a wave of Yang Fan's hand, thousands of five-element spirit bombs floated in the void.

boom!
boom!
……

The five-element spirit bomb was shot at a high speed, and there was a sound of piercing through the air.

"Small tricks, labor and management!" The knife-carrying devil smiled disdainfully, swung his knife and slashed randomly, but the next second he was suddenly dumbfounded.

boom! ! !
Explosions resounded through the heaven and earth, within a radius of a hundred miles, it was finally split into several pieces under the violent vibration.

The vision dissipated and the world returned to normal.

The sword-carrying Demon Cultivator convulsed and lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth. There were blood holes everywhere on his burly and strong body, and bones were exposed in some places.

Seeing this, the demon cultivator in sackcloth shuddered violently. Just now, he was thinking about waiting for the two of them to lose both, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but right now, this kind of thought dissipated instantly , and at the same time very glad that I was not impulsive just now.

Yang Fan drank a few sips of Ice Soul Brew, pulled out the half-cut long knife that had been stuck in the ground, without any nonsense, he raised the knife and dropped it.

Puchi!

That magic cultivator was terminated directly.

He originally wanted to rub this guy's arrogance, but after thinking about it carefully, he decided to give him a good time. After all, he is more or less a strong man, and he still needs the minimum respect.

Put away the opponent's storage bag, return to the chair and sit down with the big knife.

With a bang, he threw the big knife in front of the Mai Demon Cultivator.

"Go and avenge your family!"

The Mai Moxiu was stunned for a moment, then he raised his sword, without any hesitation, and threw it at the Balrog from a distance.

Puchi!

The broadsword passed through the dantian and pierced into the city wall with a bang.

The Balrog died, and his death was very aggrieved. He never dreamed that he would die in such a way.

"Fellow Daoist, this is Balrog's storage bag." Mai Moxiu handed the Balrog's storage bag to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan weighed the storage bag, feeling that it was quite heavy.

At this time, the Mai Moxiu clasped his fists and said again, "Fellow Daoist, I have avenged my great revenge, so I won't disturb Fellow Daoist's pleasure, farewell!"

"Wait a minute, meeting is fate. I just have a few questions that I want to ask."

　To meet is to be destined, let's leave some footprints...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)