Eternal Life

Chapter 98 Fang Hanlong

" Lost!"

"With a treasure, and Luo Shengmen, who is a brother of Wan Luo, lost. This Ye Nantian lost his brother."

"Not at all, Fang Han is a master of the mysterious secret."

"I don't know the sword of the Eight Senses, will Fang Han take it away?"

"No, according to the rules, even if you lose, you have no power to take away the opponent's magic weapon."

"That's not necessarily, this is a cold and tyrannical. When you haven't reached the mysterious secret, you dare to smash the master of Hua Tiandu. Now you have it? Maybe you will take it away."

"Yeah, I went to Wanluofeng last time and saw the brothers of Wan’s practice mana, and squandered the horses. But there is no such thing as Fang Han. I have to know that Cang’s brother was promoted to the mysterious secrets five years ago, and retired for five years. , to enhance the mana, but the mana is not as high as Fang Han, and he is not so skilled."

"Yes? That is really horrible. It seems that it is not a blind man to challenge the Chinese brother."................

Ye Nantian failed, was beaten with blood, fell to the downfall, completely abolished martial arts, and life and death do not know. This time, it once again shocked all the disciples outside the inner door. Although they knew that Fang Han was strong and strong, they did not expect Fang Hanqiang to reach this level. There was no such thing as running mana, just like practicing for many years.

At this time, Fang Han is both mysterious and terrifying in the minds of these disciples.

"Tianlong octave? This is the ancient dragons and supernatural powers. There are not many people here. How can he?" At this time, several elders are also talking about it.

"Maybe Fang Qingxue taught him."

"Ling, this day, the **** of wood, I can smile?" Indigo to this time, set the mind, hand a touch, the Galaxy bracelet returned to his wrist, and that day the wooden needle also fell to his own Hands.

The coffin's face twitched and lost this piece of Tianmu, and he also suffered from meat. This day, the wooden **** needle is a jewel of tens of thousands of years of wood heart. The green wood gas can clear the meridians, point the mortal, condense the medicinal herbs, raise the eucalyptus, and destroy the evil spirits. .

However, he naturally can't repent now.

"Ye Nantian, I said, you will regret it. Abolish your martial arts, see how you are arrogant in the future? Why bother? If you didn't provoke me at the beginning, I will leave a little bit today, let your face go, where Will make it like this, the face is gone, people become a waste." Fang Han listened to the discussion under the ring, the face was motionless, watching Ye Nantian, who fell down the platform, said indifferent and ridiculous words.

Ye Nantian is very strong. Although his body is broken, he still has no faintness in his mind. He looks at Fang Han with his sinful eyes. He seems to bring Fang Han into hell. His strong hatred is overwhelming, but his body. Nothing can move at all.

Fang Han did not pay attention to him, he was going to pick up the "eight wild gods sword", this flying sword can not be left to Ye Nantian. Ye Nantian is now not sharing his own hatred with himself. Fang Han wants to find a righteous chance to kill him. How can he leave a treasure for the enemy? Even if this is not in line, you have to find an excuse to forcefully swallow it.

As for the Luoshengmen, then forget it, although I want to swallow it. But the things of Wan Luofeng. Offended "Zhongtiandu" and then offended Nanwan Luo, I am afraid that it is really difficult to get better.

However, when he was about to pick up the Eight Swords of the Sword, he suddenly felt that the Luosheng Gate had ejected a stream of air, and actually sucked in the Eight Senses of the Sword, and then the airflow did not stop, and it fell on the platform. The broken Ye Nantian also sucked in.

“Is this?” Fang Han felt dangerous from it and did not shoot. The disciples also stopped talking and looked at the Rashomon that flew up. A voice was conveyed from the door: "There is a disciple who promotes the mysterious secrets. It is a blessing to my feathering door. But the same disciple, there is no need to fight for life and death, and the family should not solve it. Ye Nantian took me away, this time Come to an end. Fang Han, you don’t want to find Ye Nantian in the future. You are a master of magic and you should be broad-minded."

"It is Master Wan Luo!"

"Yes, it is the voice of Brother Wan Luo."

Many of the inner disciples who have entered the door of the feathers for many years have been shocked, because the voice of Nanwan Luo is conveyed from the Rashomon.

"Hey! This Wanluo is obviously a biased piece, is it broader in my heart? I am broad-minded, I am afraid that Ye Nantian will not be broad, and the death and hatred has already been formed. It is not difficult to fight." Fang Han heard wan Luo's words, the heart is fierce cold, but he has changed his tone in his mouth: "That is nature, I have become a supernatural power, and I don't know anything about Ye Shidi."

"That's good."

In the Luoshengmen, Wan Luo said three words. The whole door was shrunk and changed into a group of light and shadow. Upward and vertical, there was no shadow. It was obviously returned to Wan Luofeng.

"Fang Han wins!"

A "semi-elder" who presided over the meeting only stepped up and announced that Fang Han won. Fang Han did not show the joy, but stepped down the stage, but did not return to his original place, but thought about Fang Qingwei, the disciple in front of him saw him coming over, and avoided, for fear Raised the master of this magical secret.

"Fang Han! What do you want to do!"

Fang Qingwei saw Fang Han coming over and looked sharply: "Do you want to be against me? Hey! Waiting for my sister to go out, don't tell her not? When you see how you tell her."

“Is it?” Fang Han’s hand grabbed it, and Fang Qingwei was wrapped up in an invisible mana. The body was brought over and fell to Fang Han’s side: “I don’t want to be like you, just tell you! Last time I told you that any man who is close to you will be seen once by me. This is not the exception of Ye Nantian. He is completely ruined and you have to be self-sufficient."

After that, Fang Han sat down and closed his eyes and raised his eyes, ignoring the complicated eyes of other disciples.

Fang Qingwei bit his teeth, secretly moving his footsteps, suddenly drilled into the disciples, crowded out and fled the mountain river courtyard. I don't know where to go. Fang Han did not care for her.

boom!

On the other side of the ring, the sound-killing magic knife flew out, directly smashing the flying sword of an inner disciple into two pieces, and dropped it on the ground. The inner disciple was as earthy and immediately confessed.

The red lord of the county triumphantly returned, and sat down next to Fang Han: "Fang Han, your accent killing magic knife is really powerful! It seems that this time I am afraid I can enter the top ten of the mountain river."

"Be careful, meet experts, don't entangle." Fang Han nodded.

Next, the contest of the Shanhe list continued, and the disciples of all parties showed great powers. Some disciples used the rules to use them extremely skillfully and performed well. However, no matter how well-behaved disciples can not attract attention, because the news of Fang Han’s promotion to the mysterious secrets is really shocking. Any wonderful performance of any disciple is nothing compared to him.

In the game of Fang Han, as long as he arrives at him, those disciples will automatically admit defeat.

This contest has been going on until the evening, and most of the disciples have won the game. Only the last few rounds are left! The red-eyed county owner actually killed the top ten of the mountain river list.

Just then, the elders began to announce the list.

"Fang Han! Long Yao!"