"Looking at how cowardly he looks, he must have been frightened out of his wits, everyone said, right? Hahahaha..."

"I think so, you pretty boy, you better go back to your Qing country, so as not to... get hurt, hahahaha..."

"Hey, the four girls around him are pretty good. Since we are here to gather together, we should bring some decent gifts. I think these four tender young ladies are very good."

"Butcher Zhang, the one on the left is the one I like first. No one is allowed to steal it from me, otherwise I will fight with him!"

"I want the one on the right!"

"I want the middle two!"

"..."

His mouth was full of foul language, which was extremely unbearable.

The anger in Fan Xian's heart was gradually gathering momentum like a volcano erupting, but his face remained as calm as ever.

The Four Swordsman also had a bloodthirsty sneer on his lips and said nothing.

Fan Xian came to the boiling oil pot, glanced at the oil pot, and said calmly: "Don't you want to see me pass the three levels? Then I will comply with your wishes.

It’s all settled!

I, Fan Xian, have gone through three levels, and only a little bit of flesh and skin is torn on my body, but it’s up to you to deal with it!

But if I win...

hey-hey……

Leave everyone alive!"

"Boy, you are so frustrated and crazy! If you dare to gamble your life with my aunt...my uncle, you don't want to live anymore!"

"Stop talking nonsense and let your bullshit leader throw the coins into the pot."

Fan Xian's words angered the people in the sedan chair. With the sedan as the center, a powerful pressure instantly came down, causing many people to become unsteady and kneel down on one knee.

A mid-level ninth-grade expert!

"Fan Xian... interesting... it seems that my visit today was not in vain. I will accept your life!"

Whoosh, a copper coin shot into the hot oil pan.

Fan Xian didn't bother to waste time with that bullshit leader and took another step towards the frying pan.

"Young boy, you put your hand in the frying pan. What, you don't dare? If you don't want to get into the frying pan, that's fine. You just need to kneel down and kowtow to our leader to apologize in front of thousands of martial arts heroes. We will do the same.

I won’t embarrass you too much, how about that, it’s fair, right?”

Fan Xian didn't even look at the sissy. If he took one more look at her, he felt sick and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat tonight.

At this time, Fan Xian gently stretched out his hand forward and made an absorbing claw shape above the hot oil pan.

The oil in the oil pan instantly became even hotter, a hundred times more intense than the boiling water.

Gradually, the entire pot of oil actually floated, separated from the oil pot, and formed a ball under Fan Xian's paws, still boiling.

Under the oil ball, the copper coin was also floating.

Fan Xian waved towards the copper coin with his other hand, and the coin flew into his hand.

"What a profound inner strength!"

"It's unfathomable!"

"Good work!"

Many people were amazed in their hearts, and their faces finally showed a solemn look.

But no one applauded.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened, and Fan Xian smashed the hot oil ball in his hand onto the two Knife Cult members standing on both sides of the oil pot.

The hot oil hit me from the top of my head and spread all over my body. It's hard to imagine what kind of torturous pain it was.

The people around him almost didn't see what Fan Xian did. Their ears at this moment were completely filled with the screams of the two believers, which were like tearing apart the prison of hell.

In just one breath, the two people's noses were no longer noses, their eyes were no longer eyes, and their faces were no longer faces. They completely merged into one.

Its trembling sound seems to be able to directly break through the night and reach people's souls.

The screams didn't last long, and the two of them stopped breathing.

On the ground, the two of them were no longer human, and both looked much shorter than before.

Seeing this tragic situation, the surrounding martial arts people retreated one after another, and after a while, they left the middle position free.

And there, only the people from Xiaodao Cult were left.

When something happens, you will subconsciously think of self-protection for the first time. This is human nature.

They wanted to insult Fan Xian and embarrass Fan Xian, which was true, but seeing that Fan Xian was so vicious, they naturally planned to just watch the fire from the other side, and there was no need to actually get involved in it to avoid getting burned.

call out!

Fan Xian shot the copper coin in his hand into the sedan.

Before the people around him had time to scold and criticize, Fan Xian had already reached the second level. He had completed the task of finding the moon in the sea, and now he was going up to the Mountain of Knives.

call!

Fan Xian did not see how he acted. The two Knife Cult members standing on both sides of the poison nail board kicked one of them onto the poison nail board with his left kick.

The other person reacted a little faster and punched Fan Xian in the face. Fan Xian grabbed his hand and threw him over his shoulder.

Just like this, the two of them were placed on the poison nail board by Fan Xian in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, the next scene frightened many people.

A deep chill kept rising in my heart.

I saw Fan Xian actually raising his feet and walking slowly over the two people step by step.

Every time Fan Xian took a step, surrounded by people, he felt a sharp pain in his body.

It's as if the person being stepped on is themselves.

In this way, Fan Xian passed the Poisonous Nail Board and passed the Mountain of Knives.

But those two people...

"This is a lunatic!"

"He's a madman!"

"He is not a human, he is a devil! He is a devil!"

Finally, someone couldn't bear the psychological pressure and screamed.

In the attic not far away, both Shen Zhong and Ghost Senshou were watching this scene.

Gui Qianshou frowned and said, "Sir, this Fan Xian is too cruel. He doesn't take human life seriously at all. He is simply a lunatic!"

He was silent and did not speak, but his face was extremely gloomy, almost dripping with water.

Fan Xian came to the third level, but the ten swordsmen looked at Fan Xian at this time, as if they had seen a demon that had just crawled out of hell. Their hearts were broken and they backed away step by step.

"Aren't you heroes? Ah? ("Ah" is emphasized)

Why, the heroes of Xiaodao Cult want to run away?"

Fan Xian suddenly shouted loudly, and the swordsmen and axemen suddenly felt that three of their seven souls had been lost, and they could not swallow the saliva in their throats.

"How can mentally retarded people like you change? (emphasis added)"

Fan Xian shook his head, "You can't, the only option is to die!"

When the word "death" came out, the ten swordsmen finally reached the edge of collapse. They couldn't bear it anymore and chose to jump over the wall.

"Brothers, fight him!"

"We'll fight you!"

Ten people rushed forward.

Fan Xian twisted and turned his wrist, then slapped forward with his palm.

The ten people who rushed forward felt as if they had hit a wall and were instantly thrown away by the rebound.

Fan Xian turned his palm into a claw and made an absorbing gesture.

In a moment, the ten knives flew to Fan Xian one by one and lined up in a row.

Then change the claws into palms and shoot forward.

The ten knives flew towards the ten people who had not yet fallen in the air.

Each person holds a handful and passes through the chest.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"The leader is dead!"

No one had time to be amazed by Fan Xian's method, so they hurriedly turned around and saw that the sedan was dripping blood drop by drop.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, blowing up the sedan curtain, and finally we could see what was going on inside.

"Hiss~~"
Chapter completed!