"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Soon enough, Zhao Fan fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his hands and feet like a cramp, and looked at Lie Yan in horror!
It's a pity that the production has not reached its peak state. If more poisonous needles can be installed in the box to attack groups, the effect will be better.
Lie Yan regretfully took back the flat box, and his eyes swept around the crowd, finally settling on Zhao Fan who was stunned on the ground, and said calmly, "You lost."
"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Soon enough, Zhao Fan fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his hands and feet like a cramp, and looked at Lie Yan in horror!
It's a pity that the production has not reached its peak state. If more poisonous needles can be installed in the box to attack groups, the effect will be better.
Lie Yan regretfully took back the flat box, and his eyes swept around the crowd, finally settling on Zhao Fan who was stunned on the ground, and said calmly, "You lost."
"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Soon enough, Zhao Fan fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his hands and feet like a cramp, and looked at Lie Yan in horror!
It's a pity that the production has not reached its peak state. If more poisonous needles can be installed in the box to attack groups, the effect will be better.
Lie Yan regretfully took back the flat box, and his eyes swept around the crowd, finally settling on Zhao Fan who was stunned on the ground, and said calmly, "You lost."
"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Soon enough, Zhao Fan fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his hands and feet like a cramp, and looked at Lie Yan in horror!
It's a pity that the production has not reached its peak state. If more poisonous needles can be installed in the box to attack groups, the effect will be better.
Lie Yan regretfully took back the flat box, and his eyes swept around the crowd, finally settling on Zhao Fan who was stunned on the ground, and said calmly, "You lost."
"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.
Soon enough, Zhao Fan fell to the ground with a thud, shaking his hands and feet like a cramp, and looked at Lie Yan in horror!
It's a pity that the production has not reached its peak state. If more poisonous needles can be installed in the box to attack groups, the effect will be better.
Lie Yan regretfully took back the flat box, and his eyes swept around the crowd, finally settling on Zhao Fan who was stunned on the ground, and said calmly, "You lost."
"Are you sure?" Lie Yan glanced at Zhao Fan strangely.
The suspicious look in his eyes suddenly made Zhao Fan angry. His heart was filled with fire and he glared angrily, "It's just a useless spiritual root like yours. How many moves do you need? If I can't make you fall within ten moves."
, then I will voluntarily admit defeat, I, Zhao Fan, will do what I say, and I will never lie!"
The corners of Lieyan's mouth curled up slightly and he glanced at him lightly.
She stood on the stone platform, wearing a light shirt that brushed the ground, and her steps were thin and graceful. She seemed to be out of place on this cold stone platform, but when she took a closer look, she seemed to be surprised that she seemed to be integrated with the world.
The whole body is pure and clear, and it is so beautiful that people cannot bear to look at it.
"One move." The woman's thin lips opened slightly and she softly uttered two words.
"What?" Zhao Fan looked at her in astonishment. Was she talking to him?
"With just one move, I can easily knock you down!" Lieyan pursed his lips and said something shocking.
Both hands are slowly putting on a pair of ice silk gloves.
This pair of gloves was almost damaged because she grabbed Lie Zijiao's hands with the fire spirit attached to them with her bare hands. In the final analysis, it was a matter of material. If she couldn't find some better materials, her hidden weapon talent wouldn't be able to be used to the maximum extent!
Everyone was stunned for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"One move? She said that Zhao Fan can be knocked down with one move?" The comrades in the front row laughed so much that they wiped the tears from their eyes, "Did I hear it right?"
"This man born with useless spiritual roots actually said he could defeat Zhao Fan with just one move?"
"Zhao Fan is a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm."
"What does she compare herself to?"
"Shameless talk!"
"Zhao Fan can kill her with one hand!"
"Just watch, she will soon realize that she is a frog in the well! How huge the difference between ordinary people and monks will be!"
Everyone was talking at once.
Zhao Fan already had a gloomy expression and moved!
Zhao Fan's hand was covered with a layer of fire spirit, and he attacked the flames at an extremely fast speed.
But after arriving in front of Lie Yan, he suddenly realized that she was no longer where she was.
Is it possible? Can that good-for-nothing young lady be faster than him, a monk at the third level of the Xiantian Realm?
In a moment of astonishment, Lieyan reached into his arms and took out a flat black box, which looked very ordinary in appearance.
But when she pushed open the cover, poked it gently with her finger, and popped out the lid...
The situation on the stone platform suddenly changed.
The small blood-red needles filled with poisonous juice in the box flew away like cow hairs and spread all over Zhao Fan's body, penetrating every hole!
There are seven or forty-nine poisonous needles in one shot, which can be used to hit acupuncture points on various parts of the human body. In the selection mechanism, there are two attack modes: single person and group.
This is one of the ten most powerful hidden weapons passed down by their Lie family, called "The Bloody Storm".
Once a single target is locked, there is no possibility of escape.
Lieyan can just watch with his hands behind his back.
No matter how fast Zhao Fan ran away, there was no way he could be faster than the forty-nine poisonous needles flying towards him from three directions: upper, middle and lower.