In fact, Zhang Fan's question was just a prudent thing. He was filled with the roar and explosions of today and the chaotic torrents of spiritual energy around him. He had been dyed with all kinds of spiritual lights in the sky for a long time, and he knew that this place must be a place of fierce fighting.

This place is just a wilderness, not only inhabited by people, but also in a place where even wild beasts look down on it. How could there be so many masters fighting? Besides Wang Tianshu and others, who else would be there?

"Yes. Passing the mountain gorge!"

Wuxia's face was suddenly filled with excitement. He wished he could fly to Wang Tianshu's side immediately.

"interesting!"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly. He looked at Chuanshan Gorge below, but did not go down immediately. Instead, he found something interesting.

The so-called Chuanshan Gorge below actually looks like a towering mountain rising above the plain. This mountain rises from the ground. It is still strong, but it has a magnificent momentum that hits the face.

On the central axis of this high mountain, it seemed to be cut open with a sharp sword, and a sudden crack penetrated through it, which was the mountain gorge. This canyon is also the source of all the roar and the spiritual light in the sky.

With his spiritual power, he was naturally far from being matched by flawlessness. As soon as he arrived here, he felt the aura of spiritual energy above the canyon and immediately distinguished a familiar aura from it.

"It was him who started to rob!"

A strange smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

In the canyon, a group of people gathered together in three circles, outside three circles, outside again, the sky was filled with strong winds and magic weapons and awesome lights."

With a muffled sound, a monk was knocked directly from the outside into the inner encirclement, fell, trembled twice, and then stopped moving. There was only a large piece of blood, which was soaked in about a radius of 1.

noodle.

The fall of this man did not allow anyone to look at him more. Even the few people who were not far from where he fell had no intention of checking him.

Immediately afterwards, a fire light surged into the sky. It seemed that there was a magic weapon similar to a hammer in the fire, as if it was the source of earth fire, and the flames rose up.

Obviously, this earth fire hammer-shaped magic weapon killed the previous monk with one blow. The remaining power broke through the air and pressed down on an old man with white hair in the encirclement.

The might of the strong wind, flames, and the hammer magic weapon itself turned into great pressure. Before he could get close to him, he saw sand and stones flying on the ground. The old man's pale hair and beard and gorgeous clothes flew together, almost to be destroyed by him.

Just at this moment, a pitch-black aura rose from the old man and turned into the shape of a wild beast in the air. It fitted and blew over it, covering the magic weapon of the earth fire hammer.

This darkness can be seen as a yin spirit. When it comes into contact with this earth fire magic weapon, it will be annihilated as blue smoke. Typically, it hits a stone with eggs, and overestimates one's ability.

A middle-aged monk's face appeared on his face. It was the owner of the Earth Fire Hammer magic weapon, who did not dodge or avoid this situation and drove the Earth Fire Hammer to continue to bombard it. Seeing that momentum, he wanted to smash the old man with white hair into a meat pie and achieve his first skill.

Unexpectedly, the black spiritual energy pounced on him, but it turned out to be beyond his expectations.

Above the magic weapon, the earth fire that burned up. As expected, the dark aura turned into a ray of blue smoke as soon as it touched. However, under the cover of the blue smoke, the faint glory that was almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly touched the magic weapon of the earth fire hammer.

In an instant, the explosion sounded, and then the mighty earth fire hammer shook violently. It was like drunkenness, and with a "bang", it fell to the ground again. No matter how the middle-aged monk activated it, it trembled for a moment and then returned to silence.

"Dirty spirit!"

The middle-aged monk was shocked and exclaimed.

"It's your old gambling ghost grandpa's filthy inspiration."

Then, a drama was so surprised that he could not even speak. The wind in the sky pressed down on his body. He suddenly looked up, but saw a huge magic weapon like a tiny-shaped magic weapon pressing in the air. He had only time to make a "ah" sound and was directly smashed into the ground.

"Swoosh"

The magic weapon in the form of a scattered son flew back to the old gambling ghost. Where the middle-aged monk stood, the ground was sunk, washing like a fountain, sprinkling oil and blood gushing out.

One blow, kill!

Palpitation, frog in the well, who do you think you are? Brother Yinglong? If you don’t take the old gambling ghost’s intent, you should die.”

After retrieving the magic weapon, the old gambling ghost said proudly.

"Thank you, Brother Feng, for your help. I hope I'm grateful."

The person who spoke was the old man with white hair and hair that was stared by the middle-aged monk before, almost dead. The old man's face changed without any change, as if nothing had happened just now, and he stroked his snow-white beard and said to the old gambling ghost.

"Haha. I hope the old man is polite. If I don't expect the young master, the old gambler might not know where he died, so he should be."

The old gambling ghost laughed. I hope that the old man has a bad cultivation, but his demeanor is really good, he is not surprised when he changes, he is neither arrogant nor weak in dealing with others, and he is never arrogant or humble at all, making people feel as if he is bathed in spring breeze. He fully demonstrates the style of a big businessman and the master, which makes him very convinced.

This person is naturally Wang Tianshu's father and the real owner of Wangshi Trading Company

The one who kneeled beside him was his two sons.

The standing person was looking forward to the sky. At this time, he saw that his father escaped from danger, and his eyes looked at the old gambling ghost could not help but feel grateful.

The one who was kneeling was the eldest son of the Wang family who had met Zhang Fan. Although he was kneeling at this time, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't even kneel steadily. He was tilted slanted, and his face turned even white. Only his eyes were rolling, as if he was thinking about a plan to escape.

Behind them, that is, at the center of the encirclement, are more than a dozen people in their cultivation, wearing gorgeous clothes, and being protected by a group of monks in the middle. Needless to say, they are the other leaders of the Hanhai City Commercial Bank Alliance.

The situation is critical at this time. These people are calm, with pale faces or flickering eyes, but they still maintain their basic demeanor, without escaping or screaming. This behavior is worthy of their identities.

After hearing the old gambling words, the old man looked back and looked at the younger son with admiration, but ignored the eldest son who was kneeling, and continued to say to the old gambling:

"Brother Feng. No matter what, when I return to Hanhai City, I hope I will thank you very much."

Wang said solemnly, if it were other times, if the old man said this, the old gambling ghost must be happy for a long time, but now it is."

"Old man, let's talk about it when we can go back!"

Speaking of the back, the old gambling ghost looked around, his eyes fixed on the bodies of several of them, and then turned away. He sighed.

"Yes"

The old man Wang exclaimed lightly. In his opinion, the situation is still good now, and the strength of both sides is equal. Whether it is the people who come to rob or their business alliance, there are seven or eight monks of Killing Dan.

Normally, since you cannot win easily, the other party will retreat soon. I don’t know why the old gambling ghost is so pessimistic.

"It's so deadly, now the old gambling guy is probably going to be sad."

I don’t know what the old gambling ghost is making at this moment.

In the eyes of the rest of the people, the situation is still OK and evenly matched, but in the eyes of the old gambling, these people who took action are just small minions.

Indeed, little mistresses, according to what he saw back then, weren’t these just little mistresses serving tea and water?!

It was at that time that he met several of these people and knew the other party’s background.

If he had a choice, he would rather not know anything. After all, the guys standing behind these people were too terrifying. If they took action, the old gambling would think he was even qualified to fight.

Then the old gambling ghost will know what it means to be "afraid of ghosts and encounter ghosts"!

"A bunch of waste!"

Just at this moment, a cold voice with endless bloody aura suddenly rang out in the Chuanshan Gorge. Unconsciously, a smelting blood-red mist filled the air, as if in a moment it changed from the desolate canyon to the shore of the sea of ​​blood."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp whistling sound broke through the air, like a strong wind, suddenly penetrated through the canyon.

The old gambling ghost, looking at the old man, Tianshu and others, suddenly a flower in front of him, but he saw countless blood shadows passing by, and strange screams, which were breathtaking.

"Bloody!"

Seeing this signature-like magical power, the old gambling ghost recited the name of someone bitterly, and there was a noble person who saved him back then. This time, I'm afraid,

As soon as these blood shadows appeared, they were as light as nothing, flashing in the boundless blood fog and strong wind, suddenly in the east and in the west. They were changing and unstable, and when they met a living person, they would fit together and pounce.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Amid the crazy laughter, the blood shadows spread throughout the canyon were like Jun's orders, gathering from scattered to a figure strolling into the canyon.

The person who came was a handsome and weird young man, with a pale face and no blood color. His thin lips were bright as blood stained. His eyes flashed from time to time with blood red light, and his eyes were as sharp as the sharp edge that could penetrate the hearts of people.

He was wearing a blood-colored robe, as if blood was soaked and condensed, and the reddish-brown mottled spots were like blood precipitated. Before he could get close to him, the bloody smell came to his face.

The Blood God Son. This person is the Blood God Son who was chasing the old gambling ghost back then and had an encounter with Zhang Fan!

As soon as this figure who was famous and standing at the peak of Jiedan appeared, everyone's hearts sank in vain, and the look of despair appeared on the faces of most people.

"I am not doing my best, please forgive me."

All the people who took action to rob and attack said in fear and fear.

All the blood shadows returned to their bodies, and the Blood God Son stretched his body comfortably. At the same time, seven or eight figures in the air fell from the air powerlessly, hitting the ground like a broken sack. The sounds of falling muffled groans seemed to hit everyone's hearts, and invisible palpitations and panic spread.

With one blow, most of the guards from the merchants fell!
Chapter completed!