"The Eight Immortals of the Lower Cave are causing trouble in the world. These are a group of bandits who have inherited the Eight Immortals. They like to kill human beings for fun."
"Destroy them and you can get random rewards."
System prompts sounded in my mind.
Zhuang Fan was slightly startled.
Immediately, two cold gleams flashed in his eyes.
I never thought that just finding a place to stay could trigger system rewards.
It seems that today we must act chivalrously and save the people from the fire.
"Aren't they just the Eight Immortals? Boss, don't worry, I just like to kill these rebellious awakened ones."
"I'm just sitting here today, waiting for those dogs to come to my door."
Zhuang Fan pulled out a master's chair from the white cloth shop.
Put it at the door.
The big man with a golden sword sat on it.
"Little brother, the strength of those Eight Immortals is very terrifying. If you stay here, if there is a fight, you will definitely die."
"Listen to my advice and leave the town as quickly as possible. Go as far as possible and save your life."
It doesn't look scary at all.
Carefree.
Zhuang Fan didn't care.
There was a trace of anxiety on the middle-aged man's face.
He persuaded me earnestly.
The strength of those Eight Immortals.
All of them are strong men in the Golden Body Realm.
They are not weaker than him.
Moreover, when eight people join forces, they can unleash a power comparable to that of the Holy Realm.
Then let's fight.
He definitely has too much time to take care of himself.
There was simply no time to protect this young man.
"In my eyes, the eight ghosts and ghosts are just like ants on the ground, they can be easily crushed to death."
"Besides, I am a saint. I can kill all those alien beings with just one finger. With these eight stinky creatures, I can kill them instantly with just one look."
He curled his lips.
Zhuang Fan picked his nose.
It doesn't matter.
"saint?"
Hear the words.
The look on the middle-aged man's face paused slightly.
Then he seemed to remember something.
He looked up and down, looking at Zhuang Fan carefully.
He quickly asked: "There is only one saint in our Dragon Kingdom, are you Zhuang Fan?"
"That's right, you guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no reward."
nodded.
Zhuang Fan said with a slight smile on his face.
Immediately, there was a trace of aura fluctuations belonging to the holy realm.
"What a powerful force... I didn't know the saint was coming, but I didn't entertain him well. Please forgive me!"
I noticed the aura emanating from Zhuang Fan.
The middle-aged man immediately clasped his hands into his fists, bent his body slightly, and said with great respect.
"Get up, don't be so polite, I don't like these red tapes."
"Besides, I still admire you for being able to stay here and face the Eight Immortals alone, sacrificing your life for the sake of morality."
Raise your hand slightly.
A soft divine light emitted.
Help the middle-aged man up.
Zhuang Fan said with a smile.
"Thank you, saint."
After saying thank you again.
The middle-aged man straightened up.
at the same time.
The mountain that was weighing down my heart finally let go.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
There is a saint here.
Gantian Town has been saved.
Those Eight Immortals will continue to practice for a hundred years.
It is impossible to be the opponent of the saint.
He had heard about Saint Zhuang Fan's methods some time ago.
Ridiculously powerful.
The Holy Son of Jinpeng who killed the ninth level of the sub-holy realm.
It only used one finger.
As for the Eight Immortals, you can kill them with just a breath.
Just when the two were chatting.
The distant sky.
Suddenly a huge blood cloud appeared.
Returning towards Gantian Town very quickly.
"The Eight Immortals are here. If you have nothing to do, go and walk around the town to prevent them from attacking the people in the town."
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the blood cloud that had reached the sky above Gantian Town.
Zhuang Fan said to the middle-aged man.
Hear the words.
The figure of the middle-aged man immediately turned into a golden light.
Flying towards the town.
"Those eight bitches in the sky, if you know what they're like, hurry up and die, and I can give you a good time. Otherwise, you guys will just wait until your souls are gone."
I saw that the middle-aged man had left.
Pretending to be Zhuang Fan, he pointed at the snowy clouds in the sky and cursed loudly.
The sound was as loud as spring thunder, shaking the sky and the earth.
It spreads far and wide in the quiet night.
Echoes for a long time.
The sound is endless.
This voice is full of arrogance and extremely provocative.
This completely angered the Eight Immortals above the blood cloud.
"You're a reckless little beast who came out of nowhere and dared to provoke labor and management so arrogantly. You must be tired of living!"
"No one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to our Eight Immortals. I will tear out your tongue with my own hands today to see if you dare to speak provocatively."
"Brother, how can I feel happy if you rip out the tongue of such a handsome young man?"
"Bamei, then I'll pull his tongue again after you're done feeling happy!"
"..."
The sound full of murderous intent echoed between heaven and earth.
Eight figures flew down from the blood cloud.
He landed in front of the white shop.
All licking their lips.
He stared at Zhuang Fan with cold eyes.
It was as if a bloodthirsty beast had seen delicious food.
Especially He Xiangu, who is dressed in white, with black hair like a waterfall, a high bun, and a white lotus on her head.
His eyes were even more fiery, like a ball of fire.
I wish I could pounce on Zhuang Fan immediately.
Let’s get a set of nine light and one dark.
"Little handsome boy, I just begged for you, how are you going to repay her?"
finally.
There is spring in the corners of He Xiangu's eyebrows.
The figure is swaying and shining.
Walking towards Zhuang Fan, he walked toward Zhuang Fan with his flawless snow-white jade feet that looked like they were carved from mutton-fat jade, not stained by a trace of dust.
"Hmph! With your little charm skills, you still have the nerve to use them to embarrass others, get out!"
He looked like his whole body was exuding an aura of charm.
Every move.
A frown and a smile.
He Xiangu is extremely charming.
A strong murderous aura flashed in Zhuang Fan's eyes.
He opened his mouth and spat out the word "go".
As heavy as the ancient sacred mountains.
It hit He Xiangu directly.
"puff!"
moment.
He Xiangu's figure is like a paper kite with its string broken.
He was knocked backwards and flew several dozen feet.
He fell hard to the ground.
Blood was flowing all over his body.
Lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Life is cut off.
Turned into a cold corpse.
"Big...big brother, eighth sister, dead!"
"What? You're not joking, are you? The Eighth Sister is at the ninth level of the Golden Body Realm. How could she be so weak and be yelled to death by this guy?"
"...."
Looking at He Xiangu who had turned cold and hard on the ground.
The remaining seven immortals turned around.
Look at Zhuang Fan.
Everyone's face was filled with disbelief and deep horror.
It was like seeing the most terrifying thing.
The fear in my heart is hard to contain.
That is a strong man from the ninth level of the Golden Body Mirror.
He is also the strongest person among the eight of them.
He couldn't stop the young man from scolding him.
His bones and tendons were broken due to the roar, and he died an unexpected death.
So how strong should he be?
Could it be that he is a strong person in the sub-holy realm?