Chapter 678 Retaliation!

Ye Hanshuang looked at Tian Buqi who suddenly appeared and showed great power to drive Mo Ming to a desperate situation with great surprise.

Is this the trump card that Yang Fan had just now?

He actually has such a close relationship with Nanjiang Tian's, and can make the fourth elder of Tian's family offend Changmengmo's family, whose overall strength is much stronger than their Tian's, without hesitation!

"It's a bit unbelievable, how did he do it?"

"What is the reason that made Tian Buqi make such an impulsive decision? Could it be that in Tian Buqi's eyes, this Yang Fan in front of him is even stronger than Mo Ming and the entire Mo family in Changmeng Guarding Mansion?" Is it important?"

Ye Hanshuang felt a little unbelievable.

But now, the facts are right in front of our eyes. If it weren't for the inopportune moment, Ye Hanshuang would have called Monk Hua immediately to ask him about Yang Fan's background in detail.

Mo Ming's struggle in the flames continued, but the extent of the struggle became smaller and smaller, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Ye Hanshuang didn't intend to block it. First, she really didn't like Mo Ming very much. Second, Tian Buqi seemed to have stepped into the level of an emperor-level powerhouse. Even if she made a move, she wouldn't It must be an opponent.

Moreover, even the vice president of the Martial Arts Association didn't speak, so she, Ye Hanshuang, had no reason to intervene. As long as her students aren't at a disadvantage, love it!

"Did you see it, young master, this is the human race, a race that loves to fight among themselves! A king-level powerhouse just died in the hands of his own people so aggrieved, tsk tsk tsk!"

Standing on Ying Siyuan's shoulder, Ying Changkong watched the king-killing drama among the human race with great interest, and softly said to Ying Siyuan: "Sometimes, even if our monster race doesn't take action, they can kill themselves !"

"However, that Yang Fan's human is also a little lunatic. Until now, this king has not understood why he has a hard fight with Jing and Mo. It is of no benefit to him at all."

Ying Changkong glanced at Yang Fan with some apprehension, such lunatics who are uneasy about playing cards are sometimes much more dangerous than normal humans.

"Young master, are you really going to bring such a lunatic into the land of spiritual origin in a while? Are you not afraid that after entering the secret realm, he will suddenly kill you?"

Ying Changkong suddenly felt a little worried. The land of spiritual origin does not allow any creature with a bone age of more than 20 years to enter it.

Without it protecting the young master, it would be too dangerous for the young master to keep such a little lunatic by his side.

"That's the only way to be interesting!" Ying Siyuan grinned, with a nervous smile on his face, and said: "With such a guy who is not easy to deal with with the human family, there will definitely be a good show. There is a chance If so, this young master may not be able to take him for his own use."

"As for my young master." Ying Siyuan said confidently: "I have divine weapons to protect my body, and I am almost invincible in the entire secret realm. Who can hurt me?"

"Having said that, it's better for the young master to be careful." Ying Changkong carefully reminded: "You should know that sometimes you don't have to break through your defenses to do it if you want to kill someone. You have to kill with poison or trapped. Guard."

Divine soldiers can only protect the body or attack, but if they fight you head-on and play dirty with you, what can you do?

The opening time of the spiritual source land is only two days in total. Once the spiritual power tide is over, the entrance to the secret realm will be completely closed again, and it will be ten years later when it is opened next time.

If Ying Siyuan was maliciously locked up in the place of spiritual origin and could not come out, it would surely die when the secret realm was closed.

After all, Ying Siyuan's bone age is already nineteen years old, and it only needs to stay in the source of spirit for another year, and it will be exhausted by the time rules inside, and it will live and die in it.

It's not that similar things haven't happened before. Whether it's human race or monster race, they have all done similar dirty things. There are not a few unlucky people who were designed to die in the land of spiritual origin over the years.

"Understood, I will be careful."

Ying Siyuan nodded slightly when he heard the words, this is indeed a problem, it doesn't want to be the unlucky one who was trapped and killed in the secret realm.

In the camp of the human race.

A middle-aged man with long beards was leaning on a raised ice lump, drinking a little wine, blinking his eyes in a daze, as if he didn't notice the things that happened in front of him, let alone I heard Mo Ming's mournful cry before he died.

Beside him, two young men stood bowed, not as lazy and lazy as the middle-aged man. The two little guys were staring at the dispute in front of them curiously at the moment, with excited and curious faces.

But when they saw that a king-level powerhouse like Mo Ming was caught in the flames and was about to be burned to ashes, their hearts tightened, and they all glanced at the middle-aged man who was pouring wine into his mouth .

"Vice President, the matter seems to be getting serious. Aren't you going to go out and persuade the middle-aged man?" One of the young men respectfully asked the middle-aged man: "That Elder Mo Ming, Lai Hao is also a ninth-level martial king. It seems a pity to die here for nothing."

"Really?" The vice president rolled his eyelids and glanced at the young man who was speaking, and asked him softly, slightly drunk: "Then tell me, is what he did just now a result of his own actions?" court death?"

"Just now, when he was bullying others with his power and bullying the younger generation with the strong bullying the weak, the old man didn't take action to stop him. Now, he has encountered a strong opponent, he has been defeated, and he has learned his lesson. He is about to die soon, but the old man has made a move. Do you think it is appropriate? ?"

"Have you ever thought, if the old man saves this Mo Ming now, will it be fair to the two young men before, and will Tian Buqi who came out last just sit back and watch?"

"Is it worthwhile to offend the Nanjiangtian clan, the vice president of Jinghua Wuhan University, and two young people with unlimited potential in order to please Changmeng Mo?"

A series of rhetorical questions from the vice president left the young man speechless.

"Remember, our Martial Arts Association is a free and fair platform for martial arts, not a knife in anyone's hand. Generally speaking, we will not intervene in any battle between aristocratic families."

After finishing speaking, the vice president looked up at Mo Ming, who was imprisoned in mid-air and was suffering from the scorching fire, and then raised his hand to pour a mouthful of strong wine into his own mouth, and continued to sleep with hazy eyes.

"Oh, that's right." The vice president seemed to think of something, turned over, and softly reminded the two young people beside him: "If the young man named Yang Fan is not dead in a while, enter the land of spiritual origin, you You can try to make friends with him, and if possible, bring him to our Martial Arts Association."

"Yes, Vice President!"

The two young men bowed at the same time.

Ahead, Tian Buqi's gaze fell on Jing Ren who was being controlled by Ye Hanshuang. He first nodded politely at Ye Hanshuang as he had seen him before, and then asked Yang Fan softly, "Young Master Fan, what Jingren is that?" Do you want to get rid of the old gang at home too?"

Tian Buqi is a bachelor, anyway, he has already offended him, and he doesn't mind offending him a little harder.

Yang Fan glanced at Jing Ren lightly, and saw that the old boy was pale and nervous, with fear in his eyes.

With a thought, Yang Fan launched a mental stab at Jing Ren that didn't hurt or itch.

"You performed a mental thrust on the ninth-level martial king Jingren, but the thrust failed. The ninth-level martial king Jingren easily resisted your mental attack, with +1 mental strength and +2 skill proficiency."

Yang Fan shook his head slightly, "There are not many king-level powerhouses in the human race, so if you can keep one, it's one. Elder Tian, ​​don't make things difficult for him."

Tian Buqi was taken aback. When did Yang Fan become so soft-hearted again? When he ordered Mo Ming to be killed just now, he didn't see him lenient because he was the king.

"Didn't he just want to attack An Sheng with his fists? Just cut off his two arms and give An Sheng a souvenir."

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan turned his head to look at An Sheng, and said, "Fatty, what do you think of this kind of punishment, if you are not satisfied, you can pick off two more legs!"

"Enough is enough!" An Sheng nodded again and again, the situation reversed a bit quickly, he was a little bit unresponsive for a while, he didn't expect that the two kings who wanted to kill them just now became meat on the chopping board in a blink of an eye .

Although he really wanted to kill Jing Ren right now, he didn't want to make it difficult for Yang Fan. This was the grievance between their An family, the Jing family, and the Mo family, and he didn't want to involve Yang Fan too much.

If possible, such a personal enmity and family hatred, he would like to rely on his own strength to personally take revenge.

"Ding! Your apprentice, An Sheng, is in a turbulent mood, and he is grateful for you. His sense of belonging to the sect has been greatly improved, and the loyalty of the sect has been greatly improved. The centripetal force of the sect is +20, and the centripetal force of the current sect has reached 100. The disciple returns to his heart, and the master is happy. Victory is expected!"

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth hooked slightly.

Sure enough, Fatty An was all about sensationalism.

Tian Buqi got Yang Fan's hint, he stopped being polite, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out two beams of space force, cutting off Jing Ren's two arms at the root.

At the same time, Ye Hanshuang also loosened Jing Ren's mental restraint. With a scream, Jing Ren quickly circulated all the energy and blood in his body, and was reborn instantly with a broken arm, but his body was a little staggering, and his face was not even a little bit bloody.

He looked resentfully at Tian Buqi and Ye Hanshuang in front of him, gritted his teeth and said nothing, let An Sheng walk up to him with a smile, picked up his two broken arms that fell on the ground and put them away into storage equipment.

Afterwards, An Sheng looked at Jingren indifferently, and dragged his hatred slowly: "Do you feel very angry and humiliated, but you can only watch like this without the slightest power to resist, and feel that you are so useless and useless?" ?”

"Don't worry, this is just a very small part of the interest. I remember all the things you and your Jing family have done to my An family these years, and we will have plenty of time to settle it slowly in the future!"