Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 199 Sprinkle salt on the wound

Jinx hated Caitlyn, not only because she had suffered several times at Caitlyn's hands.

In short, as long as it can make Caitlin feel the taste of failure, Jinx doesn't mind paying a few burst fruits.

However, after she handed over the fruit, that damned bastard disappeared, no matter how much she yelled, it was useless.

"Dead Liar,"

Jinx was hurt and felt that her IQ had been greatly insulted.

But in fact, how could Fan Chengfeng, who was attacking violently, care so much?

This guy Li Daoyuan is really fierce, it seems that if the hatred is not overnight, he will report it on the same day.

New and old grudges added together, it might be a life-and-death battle.

Li Daoyuan didn't have that kind of effort to waste racing with cars, just two sharp iron nails were enough to make Fan Chengfeng into a mess.

The car hit the guardrail on the side of the road, all the front parts were compressed together, and thick smoke was still rising from the back.

If it wasn't for Fan Chengfeng seeing the wrong situation and jumping out of the car with the driver, the two of them would have died in a car accident.

The driver named Lao Xu was lying on the ground, jumped out of the car while driving fast, fell straight down, and passed out as soon as he rolled his eyes.

At this time, Fan Chengfeng didn't have time to take care of these things, because he couldn't protect himself.

Just after jumping out of the car, Li Daoyuan showed up, and immediately attacked him.

Fan Chengfeng was not given any time to react. This despicable method made Fan Chengfeng gnash his teeth with hatred, but there was no way, this was a battle of life and death.

Fan Chengfeng could only barely use the Jiaojiao Fist to compete against Li Daoyuan, and the coolies supported him.

"Li Daoyuan,"

Fan Chengfeng roared angrily, this is a fucking bastard.

"What's the use of blaming me?"

Li Daoyuan's face was ferocious, but his eyes were full of greed.

Fan Chengfeng was startled, he had already guessed something.

Although Li Daoyuan lost his whisk, his iron palm was stronger than Fan Chengfeng's. Fan Chengfeng's wanting to confront him head-on was simply looking for abuse.

After attacking twice, Fan Chengfeng only had to run away.

"Boy, don't hide your clumsiness. The old Taoist came here this time to learn about your weird skills."

Li Daoyuan's eyes were like lightning, it seemed that if Fan Chengfeng didn't do his best, then don't blame him for being rude.

Fan Chengfeng was very helpless, and stood still, "Old Taoist priest, are you really going to die?"

Li Daoyuan's face darkened, his figure flickered, "You deserve it too?"

The iron palm is like a forest, so fast that the remaining shadow can still be seen in the air.

If Fan Chengfeng defended a little slower, he would be hit, and the blood sprayed like rain.

Bang!
Fan Chengfeng was knocked into the air by Li Daoyuan's palm, and hit a tree again. When he fell to the ground, his spirit was already a little sluggish.

After being sandbags so many times, there was still no progress in the end, which made Fan Chengfeng very frustrated.

"Old Taoist, don't you just want the Qingsang Sutra? Is it necessary?"

Li Daoyuan was startled, and looked at Fan Chengfeng excitedly, "Is the Qingsang Sutra really in your hands?"

When he was in the Mu Mansion, although Li Daoyuan said that he felt embarrassed after seeing Fan Chengfeng, so he threw up his sleeves and left, but after he got out of the Mu Mansion, he thought about it. Only Sanyuan Buqi Decoction can cure Mu Nanping's illness. Lying, or there is a recipe for Sanyuan Buqi Decoction in hand.

Regardless of the possibility, Li Daoyuan felt that it was necessary for him to go back and find out.

So, he quietly turned back and saw Mu's mansion running around in order to raise medicinal materials.

Li Daoyuan knew that Fan Chengfeng, a young man, definitely had a lot of secrets in his hands.

He came here this time because of Fan Chengfeng's formula for treating Mu Nanping. Don't forget, Li Daoyuan's famous nickname in the world is Li Yizhen.

Originally, he thought that as long as he had the formula of Sanyuan Buqi Decoction, it would be all right, but he didn't expect Fan Chengfeng to have a whole set of Green Sac Sutra.

Hasn't this thing disappeared in the long river of history long ago?
"That's right, otherwise what can I do to save Mr. Mu?"

Fan Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, and looked at Li Daoyuan amusedly, this is definitely a shameless villain.

However, this is a real arena.

Killing and seizing treasure, everything depends on strength.

Li Daoyuan's eyes were red, and he suddenly stretched out his hand towards Fan Chengfeng, "Boy, hand over the Qingsangjing."

"If it was just for this, you would have said it earlier, why bother?"

Fan Chengfeng smiled happily, the unparalleled Qing Nang Jing in his hands seemed to be nothing at all, he didn't care at all.

"You boy, you know the current affairs quite well."

Li Daoyuan laughed lightly, his tone somewhat contemptuous.

"Haha, the situation is stronger than people, you won't believe it until you bow your head."

Fan Chengfeng smiled, but it was a bit evil and crazy.

"Li Daochang, I took your whisk last time, do you want to return it to you?"

"Zhu Zi'an dares to do that,"

Li Daoyuan was furious. The fact that his whisk was taken away was a shame that Li Daoyuan would never wash away. At this time, Fan Chengfeng brought up the old matter again, which was tantamount to exposing his wound and sprinkled a layer of salt on it.

How could Li Daoyuan bear this?

With a flick of his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand, and then Li Daoyuan came up again.

Fan Chengfeng jumped back and turned to run away.

But the sword in Li Daoyuan's hand was a bit weird. When Fan Chengfeng turned to run away, he saw Li Daoyuan reached out and pressed on the hilt of the sword. Long iron chain.

Moreover, like the built-in navigation function, no matter how Fan Chengfeng tried to hide, he still followed behind.

"Nima,"

Fan Chengfeng cursed secretly, this equipment is really pretty cool.

With a bang, Fan Chengfeng was bound into a dumpling by the blade of the sword dragging the iron chain, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Li Daoyuan pressed the button on the hilt of the sword again, and directly brought Fan Chengfeng to his side.

"Boy, aren't you good at dancing?"

Li Daoyuan looked at Fan Chengfeng, who was close at hand, and felt a surge of joy in his chest.

This hateful boy finally fell into the hands of the old man.

"You dare not kill me,"

However, even though he was already trapped, Fan Chengfeng's performance was still not enough.

"Aren't you afraid that your carefully crafted long sword will be robbed again?"

Fan Chengfeng laughed wildly.

Li Daoyuan almost vomited old blood.

"Say one more word,"

Li Daoyuan was so angry that he slammed his palm on Fan Chengfeng's chest.

puff!
Fan Chengfeng vomited blood first, but he was still smiling.

"Don't you want to take back your whisk?"

Li Daoyuan's face was ferocious, "Boy, you will hand it over soon, I promise."

Ha ha,

Fan Chengfeng sneered again and again, "Just your method? Let's talk about it in 1 years."

"These days, you don't have to use a knife to kill someone."

　Recently, I am preparing to go home, so I can only update two chapters, and I should be able to restore three chapters around the eighth!

　　
　
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