Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

"Fang Fan! You're scared! You must be scared, right?"

"I knew... I should have known, the gap between us is too big!"

"If you're scared, say it out loud! I won't despise you, really!"

"After all, compared with the real sword cultivator, you have no advantage over the sword mound!"

"So you want to keep your composure with silence?"

"It's useless...really...meaningless at all!"

"Because of you, you are destined to be the one to be arbitrated!"

"Sad! How sad!"

"I understand how you feel, I can understand..."

"It's trash...you have to be a little bit conscious of it..."

Tianjian Palace's young palace master Jianming really became arrogant.

Fang Fan ignored him, but he was quite happy...

Fang Fan pouted, that's all? That's it? Brain watts, right?

Fang Fan was really too lazy to take care of this fool at first, but this fool is too talkative, ooh, ooh, Fang Fan really doesn't get tired of it.

"Since you are so powerful, why not gamble your life?"

"We each enter the sword grave, and the higher the level of the divine sword we get, the one who wins!"

"Losers, how about kneeling and committing suicide in public?"

Fang Fan smiled slightly, and his eyes showed calmness.

As he spoke, the indifference on his face became stronger.

The arrogance on the face of Jianming, the young palace master of Tianjian Palace, gradually disappeared, and a strange light flashed in his eyes...

This seems to be a little different from what he has always expected...

He originally wanted to humiliate Fang Fan, but he didn't expect that this would be a gamble?

Failed, the kind that really wants to die?

This is too scary!

"But it is impossible for this young palace master to fail! I am the peerless genius of the Tianjian Palace! Those swords will definitely be taken into my hands by then!"

"With my ability, there is absolutely no problem in finding a quasi-holy sword!"

"If it's a coincidence, it may not be impossible to obtain a quasi-sacred sword... As for the holy sword... It's really difficult!"

"But what is Fang Fan? Can he compete with me? No...he can't!"

"Then can I take advantage of this opportunity to kill him in one go?"

"In this case, this nasty guy is really dead!"

"The opportunity... is in front of me! I must seize it, and I must...don't miss it!"

"This time I will definitely be able to hit the sky in one go! I will definitely be able to!"

"I want to defeat Fang Fan in front of everyone! I want everyone to see how strong I am!"

"Then everything will be mine!"

Jianming thought to himself, as if he had already seen that exciting situation!

Above the sword mound, Fang Fan was pressed against the ground by him and rubbed...

That feeling is really graceful!

Thinking of this, Jian Ming felt shivering all over his body!

"Okay! Just bet!"

"Whoever gets the high-quality Divine Sword wins!"

"The loser kneels and commits suicide in public!"

"But you must sign the contract of God in public!"

Jianming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and as he spoke, his body trembled unnaturally, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, and his body could not help but tremble slightly...

"Sign the contract of God?"

"you sure?"

Fang Fan couldn't help showing a strange look on his face...

If he remembers correctly, the so-called God's contract means nothing to him...

Because when the contract is established, it is always a unilateral agreement, and he is the big guy behind the scenes...