As time passed by minute by minute, the people from the Huangfu family gathered together and muttered in a low voice, while Zhao Fan was also extremely nervous.

His move was too dangerous.

However, the Huangfu family's appeal was still enough. Twenty minutes later, Zhao Fan used exploration techniques to see seven or eight figures rushing towards him, looking extremely anxious.

His eyes immediately froze on the head of the Jinguan Taoist, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He has seven minutes left.

It's enough!

"Thank you, Master Qingyu, for helping us. These people are from Tianlongyuan. Please ask the Taoist priest to take action and help us avenge us!"

Eight Taoist men wearing gossip Taoist robes soon arrived at the small courtyard of the attic. When the Huangfu family saw the Jinguan Taoist priest in the lead, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They stood up respectfully and saluted. When they turned to look at Zhao Fan and Mo Feng, their eyes were full of resentment.

"No, didn't he be injured just now? Why did he get better so soon?"

Just as he looked back, several people from the Huangfu family exclaimed in unison, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

This group of people was finally aware of it. During the waiting process just now, they were almost as anxious as a year. At this moment, they relaxed and calmed down and found that Mo Feng, who had been seriously injured and in danger, had recovered his strong momentum. And the wounds on Zhao Fan's chest were not even scarred.

"This, how is this possible? How can I fight this?"

Several people in the Huangfu family felt that their understanding of the whole world had been subverted, and they all muttered to themselves, looking confused.

"Since I am from Tianlongyuan, I can only practice the way for heaven!"

The leader of the Jin Guan Taoist looked at the Huangfu family with some disdain, and was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore. He glanced at Zhao Fan and Mo Feng like lightning, and after he finished speaking casually, the seven Taoists behind him rushed towards him.

How dare Zhao Fan waste any time?

Almost before these people entered the door, they had already taken out the super sniper rifle. After both sides greeted and confirmed the identity of Qingyu Taoist again, they had already pulled the bolt.

It was really an unexpected gain. He had heard Fang Jingxue say that among the ancient martial arts forces, there was a view of enlightenment.

In Fang Jingxue's memory, this Qingyu old Taoist was already at the peak of his innate strength more than 20 years ago. Now this person is respected as the leader of the Huangfu family. Even if he is not the power of a great master, killing him can bring a devastating blow to Mingxin Temple.

"Does Tianlongyuan have fallen to this level? He actually uses this kind of secular gun to deal with martial arts masters? Do you think you have a chance to shoot? Even if you shoot, who can you hit?"

When several Taoists around him saw that Zhao Fan was aiming in a good manner, they couldn't help laughing. At the same time as the ridicule was heard, they had already taken action and almost unsurprisingly punched Zhao Fan in the chest.

Seeing Zhao Fan being knocked out of thin air, not only Mo Feng and others looked anxious and surprised, but even the people from the Huangfu family were a little confused.

Has his "secret technique" been over?

"Bang!"

An extremely huge roar suddenly appeared, and everyone was shocked by the roar.

When everyone looked at Zhao Fan's gun in the air was completely aiming at the sky, the unscrupulous laughter rang out immediately.

"Haha, it's really a terrible laugh. Is this a bird or a moon?"

"It seems that his secret technique has really failed. He actually wants to win with such things. It's so naive that he is hopeless!"

"Subborn people have too narrow vision. This kind of thing may be a killing weapon against ordinary people, but in front of martial arts masters, it is a completely toy!"

The people from the Huangfu family and the people from Mingxinguan all looked at Zhao Fan who had been hit by the recoil and hit the roof of the attic. They all laughed. They didn't notice at all that they were in the demeanor of a master just now. The Qingyu Taoist standing at the door had turned into a rain of blood and was falling down one after another.

"Hmm? Is it raining?"

Huangfu Shuo, who was closest to Qingyu Taoist, was sitting on the ground weakly at this moment. A few drops of blood fell on his face. He was a little confused. After reaching out and touching, he saw blood all over his hands.

Subconsciously retracted his gaze and looked around, then he saw countless flesh and blood on the ground, as well as the golden crown among the pile of debris.

"Qing, Qing, Taoist Master Qingyu..."

Huangfu Shuo's shrill shouting attracted everyone's attention. When he heard him stuttering out the name of Qingyu Taoist, everyone subconsciously looked at where Qingyu Taoist was just now.

A cool air rushed over his head and rushed to the tailbone, and everyone was stiff in place like an ice sculpture in an instant.

"Mr. Mo, there is not much time, don't be standing there, hurry up and take action!"

Not only the other party was stunned, but Mo Feng and the Gu family were all stunned, and Gu Ziyan's face was even pale, and she bent down and retching constantly.

What kind of gun is this?

A master of the grandmaster level actually smashed it to pieces?

Didn’t he just fire the gun into the sky? This is how he hit it?

Hearing Zhao Fan's shouting, Mo Feng reacted. His iron fists instantly swung out five or six strong winds, and with great force, he rushed towards several Mingxin Temple masters who were close to him.

Zhao Fan originally thought that those who came from Mingxin Temple were all masters, but after Mo Feng took action, he realized that there were only two masters among the seven people, and the rest were all innate.

When Mo Feng took action, three people screamed and fell down. The remaining four people were so scared that they were almost crazy. They raised the injured three people without any hesitation and rushed out without stopping.

As Zhao Fan expected, the leader was dead and all the masters at the Grand Master level died. How could these people have the courage to fight?

So many people were facing Mo Feng, a master, and they thought they could beat him. However, the gun on Zhao Fan's hand on the roof was shaking casually. Every time he pointed to a position, someone was scared and screaming.

How can I fight this?

Of course they wouldn't know that Zhao Fan had only one bullet left now, and he would never waste this bullet on them.

The people of the Huangfu family were completely desperate, and the few were even a little lucky, glad that their head Huangfu Yi did not come.

Otherwise, the one who Zhao Fan killed with this shot would probably not be the head of Mingxinguan, Taoist Qingyu, but Huangfu Yi, the head of the Huangfu family.

Several older people knew they would die, but they had already accepted their fate.

And the youngest young man, how could he have the slightest arrogance at this time?

He cried loudly and knelt down in the direction of Zhao Fan. While crying and begging for mercy, he kowtowed hard.

Huangfu Shuo and others saw this man so unbearable, and their faces became even more ugly. As the three masters and masters of this man, their eyes were a little red and they looked extremely disappointed.

"Abandon their cultivation and throw it out!"

Zhao Fan saw Mo Fengzheng's gaze and waved his hand calmly.

Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, but he did not mean to go against him. After a burst of screams and groans, all the eight people who came to the Huangfu family this time had been destroyed by him.

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"I'm afraid that everyone in the entire ancient martial arts forces will know what happened here today. With this shock, they will never dare to act rashly anymore, but when they appear again, the young master will have to be careful."

"Although these people are isolated from the world and have some differences in their style of dealing with things, they are not really stupid. Once they make moves again, they may be confident in dealing with these methods of your response."

The car moved smoothly towards another residence in the suburbs of the capital. Zhao Fan, who had fallen into thin and weak, lay on his back seat weakly. Although the battle was awesome, Mo Feng, who was sitting beside him and holding him, did not look much relaxed, but said solemnly.

"With the ancient martial arts forces' temperament that is above the top, I will never give up. If I was not wrong, that young man should be the son of the head of the Huangfu family. For these ancient martial arts forces, the cultivation level of someone who has been abolished is even more uncomfortable than killing him."

"I don't believe that the head of the Huangfu family will let go so easily after my son and brother suffer such a big loss. I'm not afraid of them doing anything, but they don't have anything."

"As long as they dare to emerge, we will have the opportunity to constantly weaken their strength. If the situation really develops to a war like thirty years ago, the Tianlongyuan will have more chances of winning."

Zhao Fan smiled indifferently, and didn't feel anything to be afraid of.

Now he is not strong enough. If the great master of the Huangfu family comes, he will probably use up one bullet.

When the system is upgraded, his ability to protect himself will be stronger. Even if the other party has any magical weapons, he already has the ability to deal with it.

"By the way, Mr. Mo, you must remember what I asked you to ask for. You must find a few herbs from the previous vintage in these days. I have urgent use!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Fan saw this and gave Mo Feng a second remark.

"I have told them that they should go to the capital tomorrow and bring the things directly. Now there are only three wild ginseng trees."

Mo Feng nodded, helped Zhao Fan sit upright a little, and said.

"Did you find Sanzhu so soon?"

Zhao Fan didn't expect that he was really surprised. He put it together. Now his experience value has accumulated more than 18 million, and he is still two million away from upgrading.

If the wild ginseng collected this time is a hundred years old, each plant will convert 500,000 experience points, and the upgrade will be near.

I just opened the system panel and looked at the data, and my eyes fell on the contribution value item.

There are still many contribution points left. The previous contribution points were not used up. Later, after solving the Dragon Sword Sect, there were rewards of 5,000 points, and now there are more than 6,500 points left.

Anyway, he couldn't do anything except lying down, so he started to browse the mall.

He did not go directly to the high-end mall, but searched carefully in the intermediate mall.

The car went all the way to the suburbs, and less than twenty minutes passed. The contribution points were used up to 2,400 yuan, and I bought a few dispensable things, but the things I wanted never appeared.

He really wants to get bullets from the super sniper rifle again, but some things are like this. When you want them very much, they just don’t show up. When you don’t want them, they will appear in front of you with ridicule.
Chapter completed!