The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Ming Fan looked at the two identical three spears meaningfully.

Regardless of Sanmao's knitted brows, he continued to exaggerate: "I told you before, but you still didn't believe it. So, is seeing the truth true?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if it were you, I would say that the person who refined you back then must have concealed it from you and refined you again."

"As the saying goes, you are like a fairy. Tsk tsk tsk, nothing more than that."

Three spears: “?”

I refined another one of him without telling him, and you guys, look at me and see if this is human language.

But the guy in front of him looked exactly like him. Since Ming Fan had met him before, it meant that they must have been together.

No wonder Ming Fan didn't come to rescue him no matter how long he waited, it turns out she went to rescue someone else!

Thinking of this, Sanmao became furious. He had been made to wait for so long in vain.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you pretend to be me!"

The counterfeit pointed at Sanmao and shouted to Mingfan: "Sword Master, it's fake, I am the real one."

Sanmao was so angry that he almost laughed. Sword energy overflowed and he dodged and chopped at the impostor. He was trying to snatch the person from him and he would scratch his face!

Ming Fan tactfully took the Demon King and chose a quiet place to stay and watch the show.

Oh, I forgot to mention that she had taken advantage of the chaos just now to knock the demon king unconscious with a big stone, and now he is being held in her hand and is very obedient.

When Sanba saw that his demon king was being held like a puppet, his eyes widened and then his face became filled with anger.

"Let go of that demon king!"

Ming Fan nodded obediently after hearing that, and then he loosened his grip, causing the demon king in his hand to fall to the ground with a thud.

"How dare you treat the Demon King like this!"

Sanba rushed over, Mingfan picked up the demon king on the ground and retreated backwards.

The monsters blocked Sanba's way. Sanba pointed at the monsters who suddenly rebelled with an embarrassed look on his face.

Ming Fan spread his hands innocently: "Alas, it's really hard to be a good person these days. It's not right to obey and let go, and it's not right not to let go."

After saying this, he lifted the demon king up from the ground and dropped him down repeatedly, just like shaking tripe.

Monster: "..."

Fortunately, they were wise and did not anger the woman just now.

"you you you……"

Sanba called you a few times but didn't say anything else.

Many people had come here before, but this was the first time I'd seen someone as ungrateful and sinister as Ming Fan.

Ming Fan grinned, and with a few jumps, he and the monster rushed towards Sanba.

"Next, it's your turn."

With the monsters surrounding him, Sanmao didn't have to spend much effort to tie up Sanba. He picked up the stone that had been thrown aside and smashed it down hard.

Sanba looked at the stone half the size of a man falling down, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Ming Fan threw the stone on the ground, kicked Sanba, and then looked at Sanmao with a smile.

At this time, Sanmao was grabbing the fake's hair and attacking crazily.

"I let you pretend to be my master, and I let you make me stay in that stinky mouth for such a long time!"

The three spears punched the counterfeit in the stomach, and the two spiritual weapons buzzed together.

Ming Fan had not expected that the one pretending to be Sanmao was actually also a spiritual weapon!

Sanmao was tired of beating him, so he carried him towards Mingfan, and finally kicked him in the butt out of unsatisfaction.

Ming Fan crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows: "Tell me, what's going on with you."

"I have a name too!" The fake Sanmao was thrown to the ground. He glanced at Mingfan, was glared at by Sanmao, and then lowered his head again.

"My name is Qian Ren..." After a pause, Qian Ren stood up and said, "I don't mean to pretend to be him. I just want to go out."

He was drawn into the Map of Ten Thousand Monsters along with his previous master. After his previous master died, he became an ownerless creature, wandering in the Map of Ten Thousand Monsters.

It's not like he had never followed other people before, but none of them were able to get out.

To be precise, none of them have ever gone out.

Either he will be killed by the monster's mouth, or he will be trapped to death in this picture of ten thousand monsters.

As time went by, he lost hope of ever being able to leave the Map of Ten Thousand Demons.

Until Ming Fan came in, Qian Ren hid in the dark and observed her for a while.

Later he discovered that Ming Fan was different from the monks who had come in before.

He couldn't explain the specific differences, but he just had a feeling that if he could follow Ming Fan, maybe he could really leave this damn place!

So, he disguised himself as Sanmao and tried to follow Mingfan. If she could really leave, he would leave with her.

When they get out, there will be no contract between them, and that is when Qianren will truly regain his freedom.

It was just that he had a good idea, but he didn't expect Ming Fan to see through it so quickly.

"When did you know that I'm not the stinky white-haired guy next to you?"

Qianren looked at Sanmao unconvinced.

He was absolutely sure of his illusionary appearance, so it was impossible for her to see through it so easily.

Ming Fan crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the silly and cute Qian Ren with a smile.

She now truly believed that the child was indeed not smart.

"I've said it before." Ming Fan pointed at the three spears next to him, "At least he's not that stupid."

She and Sanmao loved and hated each other, and although they often fought each other, what comforted her was that Sanmao was not a fool.

In fact, she realized something was wrong the moment she took Qianren out of the monster's mouth.

It was just a suspicion at the time. It was not until she arrived at the Cold Pond that she was sure that the guy in front of her was definitely not Sanmao.

Qian Ren scratched his head. Is he stupid? Not really. He always thought that his IQ was very high.

In fact, he didn't know that his appearance was indeed intimidating, but his failure was because he was too polite.

Even if you beat Sanmao to death, he would never say anything disgusting or sissy like he missed Mingfan.

What's more, he has always been arrogant and has no sense of the relationship between sword master and servant towards Ming Fan.

Seeing that Ming Fan didn't drive this guy away, Sanmao felt a little unhappy.

He snorted and gave Qianren a cold look. He looked down on this guy.

"Let's go quickly, we have important things to do!" Sanmao winked at Mingfan, signaling her to leave quickly.

Seeing that they wanted to leave, Qian Ren rushed in front of Ming Fan.

"Sword Master... that's not it, take me with you! I can help you!"

What he said was right. He had been wandering in the Map of Ten Thousand Monsters for a long time, and he was much more familiar with the terrain than the two of them.

Ming Fan picked up the Demon King on the ground, Sanmao picked up Sanba next to him, and the two of them rushed towards Hanquan tacitly.

That cold spring is different from other places. If you want to leave the Map of Ten Thousand Demons, it’s always a good idea to start from there.

Qianren chased after Mingfan and Sanmao, following them happily.

Ming Fan and his companions returned to the cold spring and threw the demon king to the ground.