Super King of Soldiers in the City

As soon as Wang Fan put the ban on, a shop assistant touched his ban again.

Even if Wang Fan had a good temper, he couldn't help it at this time.

He opened the forbidden refrigeration and asked coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

The shop assistant bowed slightly to Wang Fan, and said very nervously, "Senior, I'm sorry, you can't stay in our inn anymore."

"What?" When Wang Fan heard this, he almost thought he had misheard, "I have already paid the money, why don't you let me stay? Can your inn still be able to push people?"

The shop clerk heard this and said, "Senior, we can't afford to offend Yanao, but I hope you can understand. You can rest assured that our inn will compensate you."

His posture was very low, and he didn't know if it was because of Wang Fan's previous strength, or because of his own deficiencies.

When Wang Fan heard this, he felt a little helpless, and at the same time secretly said that Yan Ao was strong.

You know, since this kind of inn can be opened, there must be a backstage.

But now, even at the backstage of the inn, they dare not offend Yan Ao, which shows how powerful Yan Ao is.

If this guy had a bad attitude, Wang Fan might not pay attention to him at all.

He didn't embarrass the guy, he could only sigh, "Well then, I'll leave right away."

When he said this, he became more and more unhappy with that Yanao.

He was only going to rest for three days, why is it so difficult?

A few minutes later, Wang Fan left the inn with A-Lian.

As for compensation, Wang Fan didn't care about the compensation at all, but after all, it was the inn rushing the people first, so he was not polite to laugh at it.

"Where are we going?" A-Lian asked after leaving the inn.

Wang Fan glanced at A-Lian and said helplessly, "Where else to go, go find the relics and practice."

As for that Yanao, Wang Fan didn't think about revenge in the past, because he didn't want to waste time.

City Lord's Mansion.

"What are you talking about? That Wang Fan refused your invitation?" Yan Ao was furious when he heard the woman in the green skirt.

He Yanao, that is the Young City Lord of the Eighth City, there are still people who dare not give him face?

It doesn't matter if he doesn't give him face, and he hit his hand-in-law in public. Isn't this hitting him in the face? It's a provocation.

"Yes, yes. The slave and maidservant have said it very clearly, but he didn't buy it, and also said that if you want to invite him, the young master must go there in person."

The female cultivator knelt on the ground, didn't dare to look up, and said tremblingly.

"What? Did he dare to let this young master go in person, or invite him?" Yan Ao was almost furious.

"Well, since he asked this young master to invite him, then this young master will go there. This young master wants to see, on what grounds this Wang Fan dare to let this young master invite him in person. "

Yan Ao said angrily, suddenly stretched out his hand violently, and blasted the female cultivator's head with a palm.

"Young master don't!" The female cultivator's face changed drastically, and she begged for mercy frantically.

But Yan Ao ignored her at all, and only heard a bang, Yan Ao's palm had already landed on her head. Her head fell apart in an instant.

"Trash, really trash! Even if you can't do such a small thing, what use is there for the young master to keep you?"

Yan Ao said coldly, and left the hall directly.

After a few breaths, he took the two out of the city lord's mansion and went to the inn where Wang Fan was.

But after arriving at the inn, Yan Ao became even more angry when he learned that Wang Fan had been driven away.

"You level the inn for me, you and I will meet that Wang Fan." Yan Ao said coldly, leaving one person to level the inn, and he took the other to leave.

The rumbling sound resounded, and the monk who stayed behind to level the inn did not have the slightest bit of politeness at all, and he did it directly.

It didn't take long for the inn to be razed to the ground.

Not only that, the inn folks and the monks living in the inn were not spared and were directly photographed as flying ash.

The gate of the city.

Before Wang Fan stepped out of the city gate, he heard the violent roar in the direction of the inn.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and his mental power instantly swept away.

When he noticed that the inn had been razed to the ground and many monks had been beheaded in the inn, his eyes immediately became cold.

"Is that one of the two golden guards of Young City Lord Yanao?"

"What happened that made Young Master Yan so angry and levelled the inn?"

"Hush, you can keep your voice down. Young Master Yan is angry, afraid that he will shed blood for thousands of miles, so we'd better leave the Eighth City as soon as possible, otherwise, once we are affected, we won't even have a place to shout."

Countless monks talked, and they were terrified. While they were talking, they flew away from the Eighth City.

When Wang Fan heard the discussions of the monks, his face instantly became cold.

What a domineering Yan Ao, he even levelled the inn so fiercely.

Murderous intent in Wang Fan's heart surged. He did not continue to choose to leave the Eighth City, but went straight back towards the inn.

However, before he returned to the inn, he saw the two Yan Ao chasing after him.

"You are that Wang Fan? The Wang Fan who killed two immortal emperors?" Yan Ao stared at Wang Fan with a cold tone and expressionless face.

Wang Fan nodded, also indifferent, expressionless, "What kind of Yanao are you? You want to see me?"

Yan Ao couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he heard this.

This was the first time that a monk dared to speak to him in this tone.

However, he was forcibly resisting that there was no seizure, but smiled and said, "Yes, I am Yanao."

As he said, he suddenly looked at Jin Wei beside him and ordered, "Kill him for me. As for the female nun, stay and send to serve my Yan family servant."

"Yes!" Jin Wei immediately rushed towards Wang Fan without any nonsense.

Before others rushed to Wang Fan, they had already sacrificed an umbrella-shaped magic weapon.

The umbrella opened and expanded crazily, directly curling up the terrorist killing, and covering Wang Fan.

Watching this scene, Wang Fan smiled coldly and was about to make a move, but A-Lian's face was already cold, and he killed him first.

The long sword in her hand tore three sword lights in mid-air, and banged on the umbrella three times in succession.

Boom boom boom!

After three blows, the umbrella fell apart, and the golden guard's face changed drastically and began to retreat.

A-Lian didn't give him any time to breathe at all. The long sword in her hand had already rolled up a series of sword flowers again, and pierced his heart.

The Jin Wei felt this scene, his face changed wildly, and he couldn't help but retreat frantically. The defenses were also condensed and protected on his body.

Unfortunately, it has no effect at all.

A-Lian had tore through his defenses with just one sword, and then slashed on his body.

laugh!

There was a sound of splashing blood mist, and the Jin Wei didn't even have time to make a scream, he fell directly to the ground and fell dead on the spot.

This scene not only stunned the surrounding monks.

Even Yan Ao was stunned.

A-Lian just used four swords to kill one of his golden guards. Such strength is terrifying.