Fantasy: Contract Twins, I Will Return Ten Thousand Times

"Zhang Fan, Young Master Zhang, Junior Brother Zhang."

"I'm sorry!"

"Now, I, Murong Bing, am the eldest of the three of us!"

"Jian Elder just said that this time Tianjiao will fight, you two should listen to me!"

The corners of Murong Bing's mouth rose.

Pinch your waist with your hands,

Showed a smug smile.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan was taken aback: "What's the situation?"

"What do you say?"

Murong Bing smiled and said: "Don't think that this girl didn't see your little moves, didn't you just give Jian Wuhen Spirit Stones, that's why he took care of you?"

"You give,"

"I can't send it?"

"You send 10,000 Spirit Stones!"

"I gave 20,000!"

Murong Bing laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha..."

Zhang Fan was silent.

Grass!

Jian Wuhen, you are not a son of man if you step on a horse!

Dammit accepted the gift, but still backtracked?

Believe it or not, wait for me to go back and tell my uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle and sixth uncle!

"okay!"

After Murong Bing finished laughing, she returned to her original indifferent appearance.

only,

In those eyes,

But still shone with pride:

"Master Zhang Fan."

"Now among the three of us, I am the center."

"Anything, listen to me."

"If you don't listen, I will tell Jian senior, and Jian senior will drive that disobedient guy out of the flying boat and prevent him from participating in this year's Tianjiao martial arts!"

"Come on!"

"Pour tea for sister, after pouring the tea,"

"Come and rub my sister's legs!"

Murong Xue said this.

sat on the chair.

Those long legs that were as white as jade knocked straight on the table.

Zhang Fan was silent.

at this time.

The Little Sister Murong Xue next to her smiled.

"Master Zhang, hurry up and pour tea for my sister!"

"You don't want the sword senior to know about your disobedience, do you?"

"You don't want to be eliminated before entering the Tianjiao martial arts, do you?"

Zhang Fan was speechless.

This girl,

He actually said what he just said,

All of them were sealed and returned to him.

This is really hard to ride a tiger!

"Are you sure you want me to rub your legs?"

Zhang Fan asked.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Murong Bing said.

Go straight to bed.

Sitting inside, put her straight white legs on Zhang Fan's body: "Press me!"

"If you press it badly, I will tell Jian senior that you are disobedient!"

This is the case now.

Little Sister Murong Xue was sitting.

Zhang Fan lay on Murong Xue's snow-white lap.

But sister Murong Bing put her legs on his body, waiting to massage his calves.

and.

Murong Bing looked very proud, as if he was the big girl with yellow flowers.

Zhang Fan was silent.

This journey has just begun, and I am so close to the two sisters.

If this is true, the journey will take three to five days.

Take it easy.

………

………

"boom--"

at this moment.

The flying boat shook, as if it had been hit by something.

Then a voice was heard.

"Hahaha, tens of thousands of geniuses of the human race are all in a flying boat, are they planning to die!"

The sound was deafening.

It seemed to be roaring out.

Straight to the heart.

problem occurs!

Murong Bing and Murong Xue's complexion changed, they immediately got up and walked towards the door.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind.

Come on deck.

I saw that the deck was already crowded with people.

His eyes looked in one direction.

see,

Dozens of people were dressed in black, holding big knives, and the black air was lingering.

There are also dozens of people with long horns on their heads, and Monster Qi vertically and horizontally, staring at this side.

These two teams,

It's the demon clan, the demon clan is here.

Zhang Fan stared at the person who came.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost didn't laugh out loud.

【Name】: Wang San

【Race】: Human Race

【Cultivation Base】: Nascent Soul period

[Information]: Disciple of Wan Jianzong

………

[Name]: A Qun

【Race】: Human Race

【Cultivation Base】: Nascent Soul period

[Information]: Disciple of Wan Jianzong

………

Zhang Fan was silent.

This group of guys, at first glance.

It's really the monster race, and the demon race.

But the system can't go wrong.

These guys in front of this are the people of Wan Jianzong.

"Hahaha!"

"Have friends come from afar!"

Jian Wuhen laughed out loud.

With hands behind their backs, stepping into the void!

Walking towards the two teams step by step!

Zhang Fan looked at it and nodded secretly. This pretend technique seemed a little familiar.

"Who are you!"

"How could it be so strong!"

A guy named Wang San with horns on his head stared at Jian Wuhen and asked.

Jian Wuhen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly:

"My seat, Elder Wan Jianzong, Jian Wuhen!"

"What!"

The guy named Wang San with horns on his head showed shock on his face, gasped in disbelief, and staggered two steps suddenly.

It seems to have heard some incredible name:

"You are the youngest Elder of Wan Jianzong!"

"At the age of only 300 years, he stepped into the peak of the incarnation Realm. He is known as the number one genius in the Northland. He possesses the physique of a sword heart. He is a rare sword-practicing wizard in a hundred thousand years of the human race!"

"Benevolent Sword Master, Jian Wuhen!?"

Merciful Sword Master?

Zhang Fan was silent.

Jian Wuhen laughed loudly: "Since you know my name, how dare you commit crimes!"

Wang San asked again: "Jian Wuhen, where is your sword?"

"My seat is merciful,"

"A sword against you,"

"It's too cruel!"

"My benevolent one doesn't like killing, so I advise you to retreat quickly, don't be ignorant of flattery!

Jian Wuhen said coldly.

All the demons heard the words,

"Big words!"

"Jian Wuhen, a three-hundred-year-old little baby is also worthy of calling himself this seat?"

"today!"

"It's your time of death!"

The demon spoke and shouted loudly.

The next moment.

Dozens of monster cultivators from the Nascent Soul period, the sword in their hands shines brightly!

Endless Monster Qi raged freely, and a phantom of a thousand-foot-tall bull's head appeared behind it, roaring and roaring.

"Hahaha! I am the demon Nine Heavens!"

"Today, I'm going to kill tens of thousands of geniuses of this human race, plus you, a human genius, it's a worthwhile trip!"

The black-clothed demons also laughed.

Hand seals in hand.

Dozens of demons shouted loudly, and the endless Devilish Qi coercion enveloped the Quartet, wreaking havoc!

The sword glow shot towards Jian Wuhen.

Infinite magic shot towards Jian Wuhen.

"Boring!"

Jian Wuhen said lightly.

Continue with your hands behind your back.

However The next moment.

Buzzing sounds resounded in all directions.

In the blink of an eye.

Flying Swords came from all directions, and the Flying Swords sang, criss-crossing, densely packed, as if endless.

"Wan Jian Return to Self."

Jian Wuhen said lightly.

The next moment.

The infinite Spirit Power in Jian Wuhen's body slanted out, rushing towards the tens of thousands of Flying Swords, and the tens of thousands of Flying Swords hummed.

Fragmented!

and then,

Combined into a thousand-foot giant sword!

This is Wan Jianzong Secret Technique, Wan Jian Return to Self!

The moment the thousand-foot giant sword appeared.

The oncoming sword light, the endless Devilish Qi oncoming, all disappeared!

"What!"

"How could it be so strong!"

"This is impossible!"

"Sword Master Benevolent, you are indeed the most talented human race today. Not only did you reach the peak of the God Transformation Realm at the age of three hundred, but you also practiced the Secret Technique of Wan Jian Return to Self to perfection!"

"With you in the human race, how can my monster race win this world!"

"No!!"

"Heavenly Dao is unfair! Heavenly Dao is unfair!!"

Wang San with horns on his head.

He yelled at the sky, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, which spilled hundreds of feet high.

This mouthful of blood vomits so much, it's called a fake!