"Senior, as long as you don't kill , I am willing to do everything for you... I promise to take very good care of you..."
A seductive look flashed through i Niang's eyes as she gently licked her rosy lips with her tongue, intentionally or unintentionally pulling down her neckline with her right hand. Suddenly, a large expanse of white skin appeared in front of Ding Fan.
Even Ding Fan could not deny the seductive power of the woman before him. Her graceful figure and her provoking deanor at that mont would have been difficult for anyone to resist, were it not Ding Fan standing there.
At that mont, i Niang slowly began to unbutton the top button of her shirt... Her actions were seductive yet slow.
However, Ding Fan had already seen through i Niang's intentions. There was a hidden weapon launcher on the woman's wrist. What i Niang was planning to do was to attract enough of his attention and then suddenly launch a hidden weapon at him, aiming for his life!
Whoosh... With a swift motion, Ding Fan's hand chopped, and before i Niang could unbutton her shirt, her throat had already been severed by Ding Fan.
With a thud... i Niang's body directly fell to the ground.
The most surprised by this scene was naturally the middle-aged Human Level Sixth Grade man, whose arm had been severed by Ding Fan. Others might not know of i Niang's tactics, but he did.
i Niang, most skilled in the Fox Charm Technique, had a thod that could bewitch n. Previously, i Niang had used this Fox Charm Technique and even killed a Human Level Ninth Grade cultivator...
That i Niang's formidable Fox Charm Technique had no effect whatsoever on Ding Fan...
At this ti, Song Guotao was completely stunned, having never thought that Ding Fan would be so incredible, effortlessly handling three martial artists.
In the past, Song Guotao thought his master was incredible, but compared to Ding Fan, his master was nothing!
Whoosh...
While Song Guotao was shocked, Qian Jun beside him had already turned to flee.
Song Guotao blinked, soon realizing, these people who had co to trouble Ding Fan were brought by them. Now that they had been dealt with by Ding Fan, wouldn't it be his turn next?
However, just as Song Guotao turned to leave, a strong gust of wind tore through the air, suddenly shooting forth.
Next, Song Guotao witnessed a scene he would never forget in his lifeti. Qian Jun, who had just escaped not too far, was directly bisected by a Wind Blade!
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, creating a fog of blood...
"How... how is that possible..." At this mont, the middle-aged Human Level Sixth Grade man, due to shock, had his eyes wide open. "It's actually condensing wind into a blade!"
"I... I, I was wrong!"
With a thud. Song Guotao knelt down directly in front of Ding Fan.
At this mont, he no longer thought about escaping. His master Qian Jun was so formidable, yet he was cut into two by another's Wind Blade Technique. In the face of such trendous power, Song Guotao realized to survive, he must beg like a dog...
"Brother Fan, I am just a dog, please, like farting, just let go... I am just a dog..."
While saying this, Song Guotao actually started kowtowing to Ding Fan.
Whoosh... With a swing of his hand, Song Guotao didn't even grunt before he was directly slain by Ding Fan's hand chop.
Originally, Ding Fan and Song Guotao had competed in dical skills at Zongfang Hall, which was rely a dical competition and not a hatred. But later, Song Guotao brought Qian Jun to trouble Ding Fan.
That ti, Ding Fan did not take it personally and directly let them go.
But this ti, Song Guotao went even further, having invited people from the Three Flas Gate to deal with him. If it hadn't been for his breakthrough to the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation, he might really have died there today.
Thus, for such an incorrigible pug, Ding Fan could only put him to death. To prevent future trouble!
"Senior, before this we were hired by that old ghost Qian Jun to deal with you; this Hundred-Year Ginseng was the down paynt he gave us... Senior, please show rcy, our Three Flas Gate will be eternally grateful," the middle-aged man respectfully said.
Ding Fan casually took the Wild Ginseng, his Divine Sense sweeping over it, confirming that indeed, it was over a hundred years old, a precious item. Right then and there, Ding Fan collected the Wild Ginseng.
"The main target of your visit to Honggang City must be the Lin Family," Ding Fan directly said.
Originally, Lin Zhanting had ntioned that the people of the Three Flas Gate always believed the Lin Family possessed secret manuals of Ancient Martial Arts. Now, since they have kidnapped Lin Yanxi, it is mostly for the Ancient Martial Arts Techniques.
Ding Fan's sudden question caught the middle-aged man off guard, and upon being asked about the Lin Family, his expression showed his shock.
At this mont, there was no need for the middle-aged man to answer, as Ding Fan could already tell from his expression that the people of the Three Flas Gate had indeed co targeting the Lin Family this ti.
"Where did the other three of you take my friend?" Ding Fan continued to ask.
The middle-aged man pondered for a mont, clearly having so reservations about this question.
"You can choose not to answer, but I have at least a hundred ways to make you talk," Ding Fan said in a calm tone, but his words sent a shiver down the middle-aged man's spine.
"Senior, those two won are of great importance to our sect. It would be best if you don't get involved," he said.
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ding Fan snorted coldly. "I'd like to see what happens if I get involved. Tell , where are they?"
The middle-aged man's brow furrowed slightly. "Senior, the Three Flas Gate is not to be trifled with. My master, the Thousand-Faced Duke, is extrely renowned in the secular world. Senior, you are young, do not hinder your own future for unrelated matters..."
"Thousand-Faced Duke?" Ding Fan took a closer look at the middle-aged man. He had not expected this middle-aged man's master to be the Thousand-Faced Duke.
"Yes, my master is the Thousand-Faced Duke..." The middle-aged man spoke of the Thousand-Faced Duke with a hint of pride in his expression.
"Your master has already been slain by ," Ding Fan said nonchalantly.
"What? My master, the Thousand-Faced Duke, has been killed?" The middle-aged man's mouth gaped open, and he looked at Ding Fan in disbelief.
At this mont, Ding Fan's deanor was composed, without a trace of agitation.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man was almost certain that the Thousand-Faced Duke had indeed been slain by Ding Fan.
"Tell , where have my two friends gone?" Ding Fan asked.
After pondering for a while, the middle-aged man finally spoke. "At West Mountain Heavenly Pond, there is an old, dilapidated Land Temple. Both won have been taken there."
The middle-aged man had thought that ntioning his master, the Thousand-Faced Duke, would make the other party wary. But now that his own master had been killed, there was nothing left to fear.
The middle-aged man could tell that if he didn't speak, Ding Fan would definitely not let him go easily.
Whoosh...
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Ding Fan's hand ford into a blade and swiftly raised.
Imdiately, the middle-aged man felt a chill on his neck. When he reached to touch it, his throat had already been cut!
"&￥@#..." The middle-aged man tried to say sothing, but a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. After struggling for a mont, his body fell to the ground.
At that ti, Ding Fan checked the bodies of these people, searched them, and only found so pills that were useless to him—pills refined by common martial artists. Disinterested, he simply threw them away.
Afterwards, Ding Fan found a porcelain bottle on the long-haired man. After identifying it, he realized that this bottle contained the antidote for the poison of the Heavenly Mountain Xue Lian Poison Needle in his body.
After finding so money, Ding Fan gathered the corpses together, and then cast a Fireball Technique, incinerating all the bodies.
Having done all this, Ding Fan did not rush to rescue Lin Yanxi and Hu Jin. Since the people from the Three Flas Gate were targeting Lin Yanxi, they surely ant to target the Lin Family, and thus would not harm Lin Yanxi for the ti being.
Now, with the poison still in his system, Ding Fan found a secluded place to hide. After taking the antidote, he took out the Spiritstone Essence and began to cultivate and heal his injuries...
...
Because Hu Jin and Lin Yanxi's eyes were covered, they had no idea which routes they had been taken through after being kidnapped; they only knew they were being carried up a mountain.
It was unclear how long they had been carried, but eventually they were thrown to the ground.
By that ti, the black cloths covering Hu Jin and Lin Yanxi's eyes had been removed. After Hu Jin adjusted to the light around her, she could see clearly that they had been brought into a decrepit room.
The dilapidated room had no electric lights. There was a smoking oil lamp on a table. Using this oil lamp, Hu Jin could make out the surroundings.
This place was a decrepit Land Temple, which seed to have been long abandoned; thick layers of dust covered the stools and benches.
Hu Jin moved slightly, and at that mont, she realized her hands were tied behind her back.
"Yan Xi... how are you doing?"
Hu Jin quickly saw Lin Yanxi beside her, with so blood on her forehead and her eyes closed, seemingly having passed out.
"Brother Fan... Brother Fan... save ..." At this ti, Lin Yanxi muttered deliriously by her side.
Ding Fan?!
Hu Jin's brow furrowed slightly.
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