When had he, a great genius, been ridiculed like this?
In anger, he kept bending his bow and shooting arrows.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The arrows were like dense raindrops, constantly killing Wang Fan.
Unfortunately, the power of those arrows was far less than the first one, and they didn't even touch the corner of Wang Fan's clothes.
Wang Fan laughed loudly: "With such strength, you still claim to be a genius? I think you are stupid, right? You just rely on the crowd to bully a low-level monk like me. If we meet alone, let's see if I don't beat you to death.
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Ning Tian became even more angry when he heard this.
It's a pity that he couldn't help Wang Fan.
The speed is too fast and there is no way to catch up. How to fight?
Mang Huang was astonished and praised: "As expected of my brother Wang, he is so awesome."
I added in my mind that words are more powerful than words.
Of course, he didn't dare to say this because he was afraid of being beaten to death or left behind by Wang Fan.
In this way, Wang Fan walked forward without forgetting to mock Ning Tian all the way.
Soon, the name Ning Tian was known to countless monks.
Trash, rubbish, fools, idiots, these have all become the halo above Ning Tian's head.
Wang Fan couldn't get rid of this guy in a short time anyway, so there was no pressure to scold him.
In addition, there was a thick blood cloud above his head, so there were no monks without eyes to block his way.
Ning Tian pursued for a while, but finally had no choice but to give up.
I can't help it, it's really embarrassing.
Wang Fan had no moral integrity as a monk and kept insulting him, and he couldn't kill Wang Fan. If he continued to pursue him, he would only become more upset, so he had to give up.
In a valley, a fire was set up.
Wang Fan and Mang Huang were sitting there, grabbing a random monster and roasting it while chatting.
Manghuang looked at Wang Fan and asked seriously: "What are you going to do? Kill those people secretly, or leave this area first."
He was a little worried: "Something has happened in this foreign land. It seems that the entrances and exits have been blocked. Only entry is allowed, but no exit. Therefore, even if we want to get out, it will be difficult."
Wang Fan glanced at Manghuang and was too lazy to respond. He said directly: "You'd better stop thinking about the blood pool. That thing doesn't belong to you, and you can't get it."
"The top priority is that I advise you to stay away from this area as soon as possible. The further away from Ningtian and those people, the better."
"By the way, if you can disguise yourself, you'd better disguise yourself so that you don't get killed easily."
Although Mang Huang's strength is not bad, compared with Wang Fan, it is far behind.
The most important thing is that this guy can't help at all, so Wang Fan doesn't plan to take him with him.
There's no way, it's too dangerous.
With this guy, not only Wang Fan himself will be at a loss, but even Rang Huang may fall.
When Mang Huang heard Wang Fan's words, he was a little unwilling, but he also knew that the battle at the peak of the Holy Emperor was not something he could intervene in now.
He could only nod: "Okay, I'll leave right away, but if you can get some blood, remember to leave some for me."
Wang Fan ignored him.
Let’s wait until we get it.
This guy may not be very strong, but his thoughts are quite beautiful.
Next, the two chatted casually for a while, and then Manghuang left.
Wang Fan believed that Manghuang still had the ability to protect himself and there shouldn't be any danger, so he wasn't too worried.
Of course, if Manghuang was not strong enough and was really killed, he deserved it.
As a monk, since you have come to a foreign land, you must be prepared to die.
If you want to kill others, you must be prepared to be killed. There is nothing to say.
Just like him, Wang Fan, is the same.
If he fell into the hands of Ning Tian and others, it would only be because he deserved it because he was not strong enough.
Wang Fan thought to himself, murderous intent already emerging in his eyes.
Recently, things have really happened more and more.
Changes occurred in the foreign land, the entrances and exits were blocked, Ning Tian and other hundreds of divine geniuses were chasing him, and he had to face some other enemies, as well as foreign monks and other formidable enemies.
For a moment, he felt a headache, as if there were enemies everywhere.
"Hey, I'm still not strong enough."
With a sigh, Wang Fan took out the resources to practice while thinking about countermeasures.
Let’s improve our cultivation first. Only improving our cultivation and strength is the foundation of everything.
If he reaches the stage of certain death, then even if he tries his best, he will kill him till the earth is turned upside down, he will be killed until he is dripping with blood, and he will be killed until his blood flows like a river.
Wang Fan did not find a place to hide and practice, but just sat here cross-legged to practice.
Anyway, he has not reached the level of breakthrough now, so he does not need to retreat, and he does not care much about the cultivation environment.
The most important thing is that he is also a little depressed.
It's really depressing.
Especially the appearance of Ning Tian and his entourage made his depression almost uncontrollable.
Who did he provoke? Why should these people kill him?
Do you want to kill him for the sake of benefits and resources?
From the perspective of Ning Tian and others, it may be true that the strong are respected, and this is how the strong should be.
But from Wang Fan's point of view, this is a bit too much.
Even if he kills someone, he still needs a reason, and it's a normal reason.
He will only kill those who deserve to be killed, and he will not touch those who should not be killed. Even if the opponent has incredible resources, people like Ning Tian——
Wang Fan thought to himself and soon entered the state of cultivation.
Except for leaving a trace of mental energy to alert the surroundings, the rest of the experience was all focused on cultivation.
boom!
At a certain moment, accompanied by a roar, Wang Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
At this moment, his aura began to rise, and his state of mind seemed to have reached a certain level of clarity.
In an instant, endless divine energy from heaven and earth gathered towards him, and even the surrounding resources were turned into divine energy and absorbed.
"Is this a breakthrough?"
Wang Fan was ecstatic, and without any hesitation, he immediately took out a large amount of cultivation resources and began to absorb and devour them.
"Is there someone practicing over there?"
"Who is so bold and dares to practice so unscrupulously?"
"What a rich blood. How many people has this guy killed?"
"You dare to practice in broad daylight and take out so many resources. How arrogant."
In the distance, some monks who sensed this scene couldn't help but change their expressions.
When they saw that the cultivator turned out to be Wang Fan, and that Wang Fan practiced so unscrupulously, they were even more shocked.
Of course, no one dared to go there to disturb us, let alone find trouble.
The blood on Wang Fan's head has proven his strength.
This is definitely not a soft persimmon, but a strong man who kills people like crazy.
It's better not to disturb such people. Once they disturb others' cultivation and breakthrough, they may cause great disasters or even death.
Wang Fan ignored those people. In a short period of time, a large amount of cultivation resources were turned into powder.
There was a crisp sound in his dantian, and then his aura suddenly climbed up, reaching the eighth level of the Great Emperor.