But when Jiang Yuyan saw Duan Lang picking up the two Dragon Yuans that fell to the ground at some point, her face became extremely cold, and a strong murderous intent rose in her eyes.
"No, no, no... Madam, subordinate... I picked this up for you. I don't dare to covet Long Yuan..."
In the basement, Duan Lang, who was holding Long Yuan in both hands and his eyes full of greed, suddenly heard Jiang Yuyan's cold and indifferent voice and quickly restrained his greed and bowed his waist to express his stance towards Jiang Yuyan, holding the two Dragon Yuans high.
He didn't dare to hesitate, let alone take advantage of it.
It's not that he doesn't have this idea, nor that he is truly loyal.
But in the breath before he just expressed his stance, he could clearly feel an extreme chill coming over him, and his upper, middle and lower dantian qi machines were locked.
He did not expect that Jiang Yuyan's strength, which was almost crumbling after losing her blood in the previous battle with Di Shitian, would recover so quickly. Jian Shu couldn't believe it.
This made him instantly dispel the idea of taking over the world for himself that had just arisen.
“It’s best if you don’t have any covetous intentions.
The most important thing in life is to be self-aware, act within your ability, and understand what you should take and what you shouldn't take. If you don't even understand this truth, you will die sooner or later. "
In the basement, with her bangs fluttering in the air, Jiang Yuyan took Long Yuan's hand from Duan Lang with an expressionless face, her eyes were very indifferent, and she completely lost the warmth she had shown before when she faced Duan Lang.
Her words seemed to come from a lifeless glacier, very cold.
Her voice was very low, and every word carried an unstoppable intimidation, making people feel an invisible pressure.
For Jiang Yuyan, how could she allow others to covet the Long Yuan she had worked so hard to obtain, even if this person was the talent she liked.
If it weren't for the quick change of the other party's intelligence, she wouldn't mind sending him to accompany the mysterious man who just died.
........
Chinese Pavilion.
Chen Fan, who did not find Emperor Shitian in Bingshan Tianmen and Xiongba in Tianxiahui, came to the inn in front of him called Zhonghua Pavilion on the third day after leaving Yangzhou City.
With a sharp blade in mind and a desire to kill, it's time to avenge the past for blocking the road.
"Wu Ming, come out and fight!"
Chen Fan held the Tang sword in his hand and did not go in. Instead, he stood on the bustling street and faced the Chinese Pavilion to invite a fight.
The deafening sound of the invitation to fight continued throughout a ten-mile radius.
The attention of countless people was attracted, and they stopped to watch the excitement.
"Chen Fan? What are you doing here?"
Not long after Chen Fan shouted loudly, Wuming, dressed in blue robes, walked out of the inn with his apprentice Jian Chen.
Among them, Wuming had his hands behind his back, while Jianchen shrank one hand.
Seeing Chen Fan, Wuming and Jian Chen both frowned slightly, wondering what the murderer was doing when he suddenly came to their door.
He's not here for some business like his wife Jiang Yuyan, right?
"What are you doing? Of course I invite you to fight for revenge. Is this just an old friend catching up?"
Chen Fan didn't know what Wuming and the others were thinking. He took over Jian Chen, glanced at Wuming lightly, and said coldly.
"Revenge? Are you seeking revenge from me?"
Wuming looked in disbelief at Chen Fan, who was wearing white clothes and holding a Tang sword in his hand. He didn't understand where these words came from.
If there is any conflict between the two parties recently, it seems that he has suffered a loss, right? Not only did the sword sect lose its inheritance token, but his disciple Jian Chen also lost a finger.
It's good that he didn't seek revenge on the couple, but why did he come to seek revenge on himself? The simplicity is incomprehensible.
"What? You forgot about your hatred for blocking my enlightenment more than ten years ago? You forgot about this city lord, but you didn't forget about it.
As the saying goes, it is natural to pay back debts. You owe me martial arts enlightenment, money, and you will definitely die. You must pay with your life! "
Wuming's expression of innocence and indignation made Chen Fan very unhappy.
It was as if he had wronged them.
He didn't talk nonsense to him, and stretched out his hand to make a fist. The space vibrated, and a brilliant and unrivaled fist suddenly rose up.
If in the past, Chen Fan might have been half-matched against Wu Ming, and the outcome was unpredictable, then now, after having eaten three Dragon Yuans, Chen Fan said that one punch from him was enough to deal with Wu Ming.
The punches move according to the intention, and the movements follow the heart.
This punch was fierce and domineering, arrogantly looking at all things, and poured out towards Wuming with an overwhelming and overwhelming force.
"How can it be?"
After hearing Chen Fan's words, Wuming was just about to think about what happened between the two parties ten years ago, but unexpectedly, he saw Chen Fan's powerful punch, and his face was filled with fear and horror.
The hair on his body stood up, and an extremely dangerous feeling of palpitations swept through his body.
He couldn't understand why the two of them had not seen each other for just a few months and why the other party suddenly became so powerful and terrifying.
This mighty punch was struck before it was intended, making him timid before he started to fight, and he even felt a sense of powerlessness deep in his heart, unable to resist at all.
Jian Chen next to him was even more unbearable. Faced with Chen Fan's heavenly punch, he was so frightened that his steps faltered and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Inexplicable swordsmanship!"
Wuming used his extremely powerful martial arts belief to suppress the panic in his heart and reached out to take out the heroic sword from Jian Chen's hand next to him.
The way of sword cultivation is to bend rather than bend. Wuming can accept the opponent's strength, but he can never accept that he does not have the courage to resist with his sword.
One after another, the fierce sword light appeared in front of the world. Its sword light was flying all over the sky, like a rainbow, and its sword force was like a net, covering the entire world.
But it's all in vain.
His swordsmanship, which was at the level of that day's sword and seemed to be out of this world, had no defensive effect at all in front of Chen Fan's punch.
Chen Fan's fist seemed to be able to destroy everything and sweep away the sky and the earth. He could not resist such an astonishing and terrifying power.
"Boom!"
The fist was destroyed, and an unparalleled explosion sounded throughout the city.
...
The martial arts myth of the past has been shattered today.
Wuming died.
Chen Fan showed him the greatest respect and wiped it out with one punch, without any pain.
Even for the sake of his peace of mind, Chen Fan, Jian Chen and Zhonghua Pavilion Inn also accompanied him on the road.
As for the people inside the inn...Sorry!
He didn't even wink, and he stayed inside to watch the show even though he knew he was looking for trouble and a fight was coming. He deserved this fate!
This scene in the Chinese Pavilion stunned the people who were watching the excitement. They came to see the excitement and the fighting, but they didn't expect... to see gods and demons!
In their eyes, Chen Fan was a god who shattered the void and wiped out all lives with one punch.
.....
The breeze blows slowly, and the clouds roll and relax.
Chen Fan left.
Walking towards Lingyun Cave with people's indescribable sense of awe.
Revenge, Qi Shun!
While he was in a good mood, he planned to get the opportunity that he didn't get in Lingyun Cave last time.
