In fact, Jiang Fan was also severely shocked. At that moment, the road stretched out and thousands of arrows flew together, as if a huge formation suddenly spread out on the ground. It was very shocking. At first, I thought that the gourd killing formation was already very powerful, but now it seems

, the old Taoist priest did not give himself the strongest thing.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said: "We still have two saints..."

"I know, so just wait for a while until the two martial saints come over."

The middle-aged man looked shocked: "No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the two holy realm masters?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Ah? No, you are wrong. You don't need us. The one wearing the mask is enough for you."

"Impossible! How could he fight against two holy realms on his own?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "You guys, what do you know? The holy realm is different from the holy realm."

"Nonsense! Our two Saint Realm masters chased him for hundreds of miles, and he was just running away in confusion!"

Suddenly his expression changed, and he looked at Jiang Fan with hesitation: "Could it be that you..."

Jiang Fan chuckled: "You're not that stupid."

"You, you, you deliberately lured us here?"

"Otherwise, how could you be easily fooled?" Jiang Fan spread his hands and said, "Although you are just tools for others, you are still very talented martial arts practitioners with enough brains."

The man's face finally turned pale: "King Xiaoyao...you are indeed King Xiaoyao."

Jiang Fan said regretfully: "You are just a group of killers, boring."

Ignoring the middle-aged man who looked like he had seen a ghost, Jiang Fan sighed in admiration: "Mr. Tian, ​​this formation is so impressive."

Mr. Tian didn't pay attention to their conversation, and wiped the soil on the sickle. At this time, he said: "This is a large array of fields. It is laid out with fields, ridges, and paths. It is not a big deal. You can't move anything that can't be moved. It's just an old man."

Just a sudden thought and nothing to do."

Jiang Fan said: "I'm just curious. The people in the village actually cooperated with you to complete this formation... Oh, by the way..." He looked around: "This formation was originally meant to protect the village, so the people in the village...

Are they all your people?"

Mr. Tian said calmly: "They all followed the old man. They don't want to go back to the farm and have nowhere to go."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

While the two were talking, a call came from the distance, and the next moment, a tall figure appeared under the poplar tree carrying two people.

"Sister...Master, I'm back."

Mr. Tian's eyes narrowed slightly: "You are very young."

Jiang Fan smiled: "Chaofeng, my guard. Chaofeng, I have met Mr. Tian."

Ying Wuming dropped the two people he was carrying and clasped his fists: "I've met Mr. Tian."

Mr. Tian squinted his eyes and looked at it: "There are talented people from generation to generation. If this person is born, the world's martial arts will have endless luck."

Jiang Fan said: "Mr. Tian, ​​thank you." He looked at Ying Wuming and said: "Why did you come so slowly?"

Ying Wuming said: "The young master suddenly changed his plan that day. I was a little caught off guard. The fake assassin you hired was also a little confused. After the acting was over, it took me a long time to find the secret sign of my brother-in-law."

Uh... Jiang Fan scratched his head. It was true that he was wrong, but he couldn't explain the inexplicable heartache that day, so he could only say: "It's not mine, it's not mine."

Ying Wuming said: "It takes a lot of effort to attract them. These people are very careful."

Jiang Fan naturally knew that the other party must be cautious, so he lowered his head and looked at the two people on the ground: "Are these two holy realms?"

Ying Wuming said excitedly: "These two guys are very powerful, and they are also among the best in the Holy Realm. It took a lot of effort to capture them."

Then he turned the two of them over to show Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan was fine, but Mr. Tian was stunned: "Qi Zhan Dao? Han Bolin?"

"Do you know them?" Jiang Fan looked at the two people on the ground, but he had no impression of them.

Mr. Tian once again looked at Ying Wuming, quite unbelievable: "Did you do it yourself?"

Ying Wuming nodded: "These two guys are good at swordsmanship, especially good at cooperating with each other. One has a long sword and the other has a short sword. They almost made me confused. Fortunately, I finally beat them to the ground. It was a satisfying beating this time."

Mr. Tian sighed: "What a chao Feng, you can actually capture these two alive in a single battle. I still underestimated you."

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Ying Wuming's gaze, and he was staring at him with burning eyes.

Mr. Tian was stunned for a moment, then he saw the tall young man clenching his fists: "Old Mr. Tian, ​​you are really powerful. Let's have a fight?"

Mr. Tian:......

"I'm going to go!" Jiang Fan hurriedly stopped Ying Wuming: "Okay, you want to fight wherever you go, business is more important now."

Mr. Tian smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. When the matter is over, I will fight with you."

"real?"

After receiving Mr. Tian's affirmative reply, Ying Wuming was overjoyed.

Jiang Fan was also speechless. Brother-in-law, you are very strong, but this... haha... it's time for you to suffer a little.

"Wake them up." Jiang Fan ordered.

Only with one kick from Ying Wuming did the two holy realms slowly wake up.

The two of them seemed to be in a bit of a daze, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. It looked like they had been beaten quite hard.

After the two of them had almost recovered their consciousness, Jiang Fan smiled and said: "You two, let's talk?"

"Who are you?" The person who spoke was a tall and thin middle-aged man. According to Mr. Tian's introduction just now, this is Qi Zhan Dao, known as Qizhan Dao.

"Haha... don't pretend to be confused because you understand. Haven't you been looking for me for a long time?"

Another person's eyes flashed: "Are you the target person?" This person was short and fat, and he was obviously Han Bolin, the meat knife.

The two looked at each other, their expressions becoming suspicious.

Now it was obvious that the other party was a trap and he was captured alive.

"Right now, you two understand the situation even if I don't tell you." Jiang Fan pinched his chin: "However, I think we should let you two understand it better, so as not to fight with me."

He pointed to the wheat field next to him: "Well, right there are buried the hundreds of masters you brought. So, if you don't want to be turned into farmyard manure like them, just talk to me properly and answer whatever I ask you."

,clear?"

Qi Zhandao snorted coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Jiang Fan shook his hands like a big mouth, and screamed loudly, which made Qi Zhandao spin three times on the spot. Everyone was stunned.

"You, you dare to hit me..."

"Pah!" The backhand was a big mouth again, without the skill to protect the body, two molars were lost after the Qi Zhan knife, and the cheeks were swollen.

"Do you know who I am?!" Qi Zhandao was shocked and angry. As a martial saint, he had never been humiliated like this before.

Jiang Fan kicked him in the crotch. At that time, the famous Qizhan Dao let out a cry with a different tone. He arched his body and covered his lower body like a prawn, and beads of sweat fell on his forehead.

Just come out.
Chapter completed!