This time, when he came to Japan from China, Dongfang Xun brought a total of sixteen people.

They are all masters of the secondary Presbyterians under the headquarters of the China Martial Arts League and under the Elders' Group.

Everyone is well-known in martial arts in China.

Then at the station in Jingbaliu, they lost more than half of their manpower in less than an hour!

Many of his colleagues were powerless to watch the other party die under his nose.

They were trapped in the formation again, and they were all ready to die in a foreign land. Now they just saw a glimmer of hope, and began to find the airs of being an elder in the Wu League and point fingers at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan glanced at them and said in a very indifferent tone: "It seems that you still have the strength to leave by yourself."

Immediately, he walked to Song Yufeng, respectfully clasped his fists and bowed: "Old Song, why are you here?"

Song Yufeng is Song Yingyu's relative sixth master, with blood connected, and broken bones connected to the family affection of tendons.

"Of course I'm here to save you."

Song Yufeng breathed lightly. He was the worst in injury. Although he used his exercises to heal his injuries in a short period of time, the effect was minimal. So much so that as soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll take a look for you."

Lu Fan grabbed Song Yufeng's arms, spread his five fingers and quickly grabbed upwards along the joints of his hand, opening up his blood vessels and the neck, slowly retracting one hand, and turning his wrists around his chest, slapped forward suddenly!

"Bang!"

A palm hit Song Yufeng's chest.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing this, the other elders changed drastically and scolded him sternly.

"puff!"

But a mouthful of thick black blood spurted out from Song Yufeng's mouth.

He squatted on the ground with a "wow" sound, spitting out black blood in big mouthfuls, until the other elders became more and more embarrassed, and then he barely stopped, lowering his head and gasping heavily.

"Elder!"

Several old men stepped forward one after another.

"Lu Fan, do you know what you are doing?"

The old man who scolded him turned his head and looked at Lu Fan coldly: "Elder Song's body is like this, you can't even bear to attack him."

"Where is your conscience?!"

"Don't blame him!"

Lu Fan just stood quietly and stopped to watch. Song Yufeng had already stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Thank you, Xiaomei Lu, for helping me open my blood vessels. I'm spitting out blood now, and my injuries have improved a lot. Don't blame Xiaomei Lu."

As he said that, he walked to Lu Fan, looked up and down carefully at Lu Fan, and praised: "Although I can't feel the true energy in your body, I can feel that you seem to be stronger than in the ancient martial arts competition..."

The friendship between Song Yingyu and Lu Fan is not a secret in the Song family.

Even Song Yingyu's butterfly knife that he never left his hands close to his body was said to have been given to Lu Fan a long time ago.

So Song Yufeng was not polite in front of Lu Fan, and patted Lu Fan hard on the shoulder: "Leave here first, if there is anything, let's talk about it when we return to China."

Lu Fan nodded and looked around. It was sunny at this time. Apart from some corpses lying on the street, the entire environment seemed to be no different from usual, and it was also very different from the scene where the birds flying array came over before.

But Lu Fan knew very well that this was a killing formation, and it was the only most complex and dangerous formation in the eight formation diagrams.

He had to find the Eye of the Formation as soon as possible and take these people away.
Chapter completed!