Great Heaven Sovereign

Yang Fan appeared and instantly became the focus of attention.

On the platform, Zhao Wu also walked down.

Now that Yang Fan is here, the next stage will naturally be handed over to Yang Fan.

"You finally come. If you don't come again, I can only harden my scalp." Zhao Wu said.

In order to turn blood pill, he will not give up anyway. Even, he was ready to kill them directly, and then use one person's power to lead the pursuit of the two aristocratic families to complete Zhangjia.

At that time, Zhang Yidao will be able to give the blood pill.

"When did I disappoint you? I just prepared some means." Yang Fan smiled and opened his mouth, and then his eyes turned to Zhang Qianxun.

"Don't worry, I will do what I said. Since I promised you, how can I escape." Yang Fan nodded and said, and then walked to the platform step by step.

Zhang Qianxun's face was filled with excitement.

The appearance of Yang Fan completely reassured him. There is no reason. He just feels that as long as Yang Fan is there, there is nothing he can't do.

Zhang Yidao behind him also changed his expression at this time. Inexplicably, seeing the perseverance and indifference on Yang Fan's face, a touch of hope was bred in his heart.

"Yang Fan, I didn't expect you to dare to come. But it's useless for you to come. You're just born heavy. You can't be their opponent. Moreover, you don't have the smell of alchemy. You can't be a Dan master at all. Even if you go up, you'll just humiliate yourself." Zhang Yimeng opened his mouth again, looked at Yang Fan with a smile on his face, and directly mocked.

Now, he has made it clear with Zhang that it is naturally impossible to speak for Yang Fan. Moreover, Yang Fan's rudeness to him yesterday has made him secretly hate Yang Fan.

Of course, if he knew about Yang Fan in Tianyang City, he wouldn't say so at the moment. Unfortunately, he only knew that Zhao Wu broke the congenital double arm with a knife, but he didn't know that Yang Fanlian could crush the congenital triple.

"The fox really can't hide his tail. Zhang Yimeng, what I despise most in my life is that you eat inside and eat outside. Today, I will destroy all your hopes bit by bit." Yang Fan said, incomparably indifferent.

Before opening his mouth, Yang Fan had seen the dialogue between Zhang Yimeng and Zhang Yimeng, and only sneered at Zhang Yimeng.

They made wishful thinking and colluded inside and outside. Unfortunately, there is a missing link, that is, no one has calculated that he will come here.

If Yang Fan didn't ask for pills because of Zhao Wangdao, he might not catch up with it. At that time, under the double conspiracy of Zhang Yimeng and Han Gu's family, Zhangjia will be destroyed. At that time, the fate of Zhang Qianxun's father and son can be imagined.

But unfortunately, everything is doomed. At the moment when Yang Fan put forward the battle platform, their plan had gone bankrupt.

But now, Yang Fan naturally won't say more. As he said, he wants to let Zhang Yimeng fall into boundless despair.

"Hum, I don't know. Yang Fan, you're just born heavy. Do you think you can survive under the two CHILDES?" Zhang Yimeng sneered and didn't take Yang Fan's words seriously.

"I don't know if I can survive, but if they are born heavy, you will see them killed by me." Yang Fan picked at the corner of her mouth and said coldly.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

The Gu family and the Han family clearly want to kill Zhang Qianxun's father and son. In this case, if Yang Fan is still timid, he is laying a curse on Zhang Jia.

As soon as the thought moved, Yang Fan's figure jumped directly onto the platform.

Bidou Taishang, Han Lu and Gu Fei looked at Yang Fan, who was born with only one weight, and looked dismissive.

"Congenital heavy, although better than Zhang Qianxun's waste, in the final analysis, it is still a waste." Han Lu hugged his hands and said coldly.

"No matter how much waste there is, it won't help. It's just a garbage dump. Boy, I'll give you a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy. I'll spare you until you die." Gu Fei was even more rebellious, and asked Yang Fan to kneel when he opened his mouth.

"You talk too much. Let's go together. We won't even have a chance at that time." Yang Fan stood with his hands down without the slightest pressure.

Congenital duality is really nothing for Yang Fan.

If Yang Fan wants to be good at martial arts, he can wipe them out.

"You want to die! You still need us to kill you? Brother Gu, wait a moment and see me cut him with a sword." Han Lu's voice was cold and his sword came out in an instant.

Brush!

The sword light strafed towards Yang Fan's face door.

"Xuanpin war soldier?" Yang Fan's eyes were filled with joy. Inexplicably, he felt a desire in his heart. It seemed as if a voice had been telling him to accept the Xuanpin war soldier.

With a move in his mind, Yang Fan strafed through the storage ring, and finally locked directly on the overlord knife.

He felt that this desire came from the sword.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed into a line and felt more and more that the machete was unusual.

"After solving this problem, we must ask the little Firebird to find out and see what the origin of this Sabre is." Yang Fan thought in his heart that at the next moment, he would no longer hesitate. His eyes coagulated and directly pointed to his deep fingers.

"Lying in a trough, he's looking for death. Congenital one pair of congenital two pairs are so big that he wants to fight the enemy with two fingers."

"It's just sensationalism. I have a feeling that this boy will be stabbed through his fingers by master Han Lu's sword, and then his head will be cut off."

"Idiot, fight life and death. I don't know where his courage comes from. It's so big."

In the crowd, there was a burst of mockery, and no one thought Yang Fan could carry it down.

Even Zhang Jia is worried.

"It's over. Our Zhangjia hopes are all on him. How can he do that?"

"Damn it, if I had known this, I might as well go and fight to the death."

"Ah, the thief mistook me for Zhang Jia when I met a lady."

Countless Zhangjia people were upset when they saw Yang Fan's performance.

"Hahaha, the boy is looking for death." Zhang Yimeng couldn't help laughing.

"Hum, idiot, is Bidou a joke? Zhang Yi, I hope you will remember our agreement when this person's head is different. Bidou is going to die." Han Feng said coldly.

This sword, in his eyes, Yang Fan is already a dead man.

In the field, the only ones who didn't change color were Zhao Wu and Zhang Qianxun. Of course, there were Zhang Qianxun's guards before.

The three of them were calm and had no worries at all.

At this time, Han Lu's sword finally fell on the platform.

"Die!" Han Lu gave a deep voice.

But the next moment, his eyes were directly stunned.

As expected, the scene of blood splashing three feet did not appear. His long sword was directly clamped in his hand by Yang Fan's two fingers.

"It's too weak, but it's understandable that Dan Division will naturally have weaknesses in its own combat power." Yang Fan shook his head gently, and then made an effort with his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a crisp sound, and the long sword in Han Lu's hand was pinched into three sections directly in Yang Fan's hand.

"I've asked you to do it together. Since you don't listen, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Yang Fan's eyes were cold. He put the broken soldiers into the storage ring and said in a deep voice.

The voice was like the nine secluded God's residence, and the cold came.