Lin Qiejin looked at this scene and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He worked hard and endured the blows from his companions. He fought hard to get the yellow grass out of Liao Dongheng's hands, but now he was making a wedding dress for someone else. How could he swallow this sigh of relief?
"Boy, that withered yellow grass belongs to me. If you know what it's like, hand it over to me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Lin Qiejin stared at Wang Fan with bloodshot eyes. If eyes could kill, I am afraid that all the bones and scum of Wang Fan would have been killed long ago.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qiejin's companion also forcibly stopped his steps and hid far away, but did not leave.
It seems that he still wants to fish in troubled waters to see if there is any chance.
"Is the yellow grass yours? Why didn't I know? It seems to me that you snatched it from that guy too?"
Wang Fan sneered, this guy is really shameless, he didn't even touch the hair of the yellow grass, but he said that the yellow grass is his thing, this is too ridiculous.
What's more, if you think about it, the withered yellow grass really belongs to Wang Fan, but was deceived by Zhong Lan on the way, and fell into the hands of Liao Dongheng by chance.
Of course, it is impossible for Wang Fan to say these words, but if this guy wants him to hand over the withered yellow grass, then don't dream about it.
"How brave! If it weren't for me, the withered yellow grass would have been burned by that bastard. I worked so hard to rescue the withered yellow grass from his hands, but now you come out without saying a word to take advantage of it. Isn't it a bit too much?
Too much?"
"I'm not going to talk nonsense to you. If you're wise, just hand over the withered yellow grass. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Lin Qiejin stared at Wang Fan and threatened coldly.
If it hadn't been for the previous battle and the fact that he was a little injured after being punched, he might have been unable to resist taking action, so why would there be so much nonsense.
"Haha, there is no possibility of handing over the things once they are in my hands. Also, don't show off your tricks and embarrass me. It's okay for you to threaten Liao Dongheng, but it's not enough to threaten me."
"I just don't understand, so what can you do? I want to see how you can be so rude."
Wang Fan sneered and already pulled out the shadow knife.
He planned to take action.
This Lin Qiejin was so inhumane that he actually destroyed the Liao family. If Wang Fan had the opportunity to kill him, he would definitely not show mercy.
Of course, if there is no chance, Wang Fan will not drag it on.
Now a large number of ancient warriors have rushed to Jiulong Mountain. Even if he wants to kill Lin Qiejin, he must do it quickly and leave here quickly.
If he couldn't kill Lin Qiejin in a while, he would have no choice but to leave first.
As for Liao Dongheng, Wang Fan no longer had the time to worry about it.
With such things as withered yellow grass in his arms, whether he can leave smoothly is still a problem. How can he have the energy to take care of Liao Dongheng?
What's more, if Wang Fan hadn't arrived in time, Gong Feixue might have fallen into the hands of Liao Dongheng and Xu Wuhu, so Wang Fan didn't have the slightest fondness for Liao Dongheng.
"Seeking death!" Lin Qiejin's face instantly turned pale, murderous intent arose, and in an instant he rushed towards Wang Fan crazily.
His almost substantial murderous intent permeated the entire jungle, as if the temperature had dropped a lot at this moment.
The birds and beasts that were originally resting on the surrounding branches flapped their wings in panic and flew away, as if they felt uneasy.
Wang Fan sneered, and also jumped up, unsheathed his shadow sword, and slashed towards Liao Dong.
Ever since he started to fight the enemy with the Shadow Knife openly, Wang Fan felt that this weapon was not bad, and it was much more comfortable to fight than using fists.
The shadow knife cut through the sky, forming a curtain of swords, and slashed towards Lin Qiejin with extreme violence.
However, when Lin Qiejin felt Wang Fan's offensive, he was not surprised but happy.
Although the aura of Wang Fan's Shadow Sword was terrifying, it was still a bit underwhelming in his eyes.
He originally thought that Wang Fan's acquired peak strength was hidden by some means.
But now after taking action, he realized that Wang Fan's strength was really only at the peak of the day after tomorrow.
Isn't it a little too presumptuous for a mere acquired peak person to dare to talk nonsense in front of him and take advantage of him?
Facing Wang Fan's crazy sword screen, Lin Qiejin didn't even dodge, he just punched him.
His punch directly unleashed a powerful force, tearing apart Wang Fan's sword screen with a violent gesture, and hit Wang Fan's chest heavily.
Wang Fan was instantly knocked upside down and fell towards Lin Qie while spitting blood.
Jin Naming hid in his companion's position in the distance.
When the guy saw Wang Fan falling towards him, he was startled for a moment, and then was instantly surprised.
There was a flash of madness in his eyes, then he gritted his teeth and faced Wang Fan directly, obviously intending to seize the withered yellow grass from Wang Fan.
Wang Fan felt this scene and sneered in his heart. As if he was crazy, he forcibly stopped in mid-air, unsheathed his shadow knife again, and slashed hard at the opponent's chest.
That guy never thought that Wang Fan, who had received Lin Qiejin's punch, would still have the energy to attack.
While he was flying, he was already exposed. In addition, due to the previous battle, his strength was somewhat depleted, and it was too late to react.
Wang Fan's shadow knife had already hit his chest, splitting his whole body into two halves.
After Wang Fan killed the guy, he seemed to have lost all strength. He fell heavily to the ground. He struggled a few times, but fell down and seemed unable to get up again.
Lin Qiejin frowned as he watched this scene, but soon relaxed his vigilance. ??
"Boy, I thought you were so capable, but I didn't expect that the thunder was louder than the raindrops. With your strength, you dare to snatch the withered yellow grass and snatch food from the tiger's mouth in front of me? You are simply overestimating your capabilities."
Lin Qiejin sneered and walked towards Wang Fan, "Today I, Lin Qiejin, will teach you a lesson. Don't be so arrogant in the next life. If you dare to speak nonsense in front of me just the day after tomorrow, you are simply asking for death."
Lin Qiejin sneered, walked up to Wang Fan, and raised his palm, as if to slap him down.
But at this moment, he had a bad premonition for some reason.
No, it's dangerous.
Almost as soon as this idea came to his mind, he felt that he was locked in by a strong murderous intention.
Under that terrifying murderous intent, he actually felt like he was going to die.
Whoosh.
At the same time, Wang Fan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned around and slashed his throat with the shadow knife.
His expression instantly stiffened, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.
How could a mere acquired person deliver such a terrifying blow?
"Ahem, I think it's you who is seeking death. If it weren't for killing your companion,
I want to kill you in the shortest time, you think you can hit me, you idiot."
Wang Fan said lightly, and stood up with a pale face. His energy and energy seemed to be drained out in an instant, and he looked a little slumped and weak.
The previous killing blow indeed wasted a lot of Wang Fan's energy and energy. He is now a little weak and his strength is less than 70% of the peak.
laugh.
Lin Qiejin's throat was sprayed with blood and the sword fell to the ground. Wang Fan's pale face became the last silhouette of him before his death.
"Damn, these ancient warriors are really difficult to deal with. It's better to leave here quickly."
Wang Fan looked at the dead Lin Qiejin, muttered in his mouth, quickly walked to Liao Dongheng, took out a silver needle and pricked him.
"Liao Dongheng, I have avenged your Liao family's revenge, and I have temporarily stopped your injuries."
"Now a large number of ancient warriors are rushing to Jiulong Mountain. You can escape on your own. It depends on your luck whether you can escape."
"If you really escape, I hope you will be a good person and stop doing those evil things."
"Originally, you threatened Gong Feixue and I didn't want to save you. But seeing that your Liao family was destroyed and you got back the withered yellow grass for me, I will make an exception to save you."
Wang Fan said that he had already cured Liao Dongheng's injury, retracted the needles and left the place quickly.
Liao Dongheng looked at Wang Fan's leaving back with complicated eyes. It wasn't until Wang Fan disappeared that he got up and left quickly from the other direction.
He never thought that Wang Fan, who had a grudge against him, would save him, let alone that Wang Fan would have such miraculous medical skills.
It can be said that if Wang Fan did not save him, he would definitely die.
But now, he can no longer think so much, and escaping is the only way to go.
The two left here quickly. About ten minutes after they left, five or six ancient warriors rushed over.
"There is the smell of withered yellow grass here, and the smell seems to be heading in that direction." One of them glanced at the corpse on the ground, sniffed it a few times, and then quickly pointed in the direction where Wang Fan left.
If Wang Fan knew this scene, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.
Do all these people have dog noses? His backpack is made of plastic and almost completely sealed. How can he still smell it?
This chapter has been completed!