Grasping Evil

Ningfan sat on top of Shenzhen Xiangxiang and laughed all the way to the Third Elder.

The three elders were shattered, and they would not surrender their identities and laugh at the cultivators during the week.

But Ning Fan is a six-transfer superior alchemist, he is naturally not lazy and the words are very polite.

Shenzhen Xiangxiang went all the way to Jishui Royal Palace under the watchful eye of the Maesters of Manchuria.

On this day, all the monks in the city learned about Ningfan's move into the city...

Those who have the heart recognize Ning Fan as Wanted by the King of Vines are shocked.

No one could imagine that Ningfan, wanted by the Emperor of the Vine, went to the East Tree Sea and the Emperor's Land came to the Bamboo Palace.

No one will think that Ning Fan, wanted by the King of Fujiwara, is a six-transfer superior alchemist!

Some of the bogus, too bogus old monsters from the West and North Tree Seas, secretly recognised Ningfan's identity, and wanted to kill Ningfan to reward the Vine Emperor.

But knowing that Ning Fan Six had turned to his superior Dan Shi's identity, he saw that Ning Fan revealed too vain a breath, and no one dared to do it in the open.

Some of the monks from the East Tree Sea Chilly Country recognized Ningfan as the super strong of the Four Unified Chilly Nation.

So the story of the Four Cedar Clans was also spread in Jishui City. A lot of rumors speculate that Fan's real power is too weak to return...

Those old monsters who wanted to kill Ningfan received the reward, when they heard that Ningfan's strength was so terrifying, they dismissed the intention to assassinate Ningfan.

The bounty set by the Emperor Fujiwara is tempting, but his life is even more precious. There is no need to sin for the district's bounty of red. A dancing crown is no better than the return of the strong...

Among Jishui's palaces, Zhuhuang changed his indifferent expression of the day, rarely revealing a few smiles and hosting Ningfan.

Above this banquet, all seven broken elders of Bamboo Palace attended the banquet, with the exception of Fusang Old Demon, who is not in Jishuicheng.

If Ningfan was just a six-turn alchemist, the bamboo emperor would value him, but not so much.

But Ning Fandan reached six turns of superiors, enough to crown out the tree boundary, the bamboo emperor dared not to underestimate him.

Of the seven broken elders in the bamboo palace, all four showed their friendship to Ningfan, and only three broken elders looked unfriendly.

The Six Elders, an ancient monk of the doorway, trained the way of the gods of trees, fought very little in his life, and did not like the magic of killing people like hemp, so he did not prefer Fan.

The Four Elders, a broken monk of heaven, have a strong roots in the Paris clan. Today, each of the eight broken elders of the Bamboo Palace holds three seats, and can recommend the cultivation of the Brothers to run for the succession of the Eight Elders. One of the three recommended by the Four Elders is the Parisian Elder...

The Four Elders looked at Ningfan's eyes and hid a third degree of hostility.

Only obstructing Ningfan Six from transferring the status of superior Dan Master, it is not difficult to make Ningfan on the spot, but it is naturally impossible to make friends with Ningfan.

The elder is a broken monk of the triple heavens, and also has a bad eye for Ning Fan.

When he was younger, he received some grace from the Shi Tree ancestors.

The Shishu tribe, one of the twelve cold-blooded tribes, was exterminated by Ningfan... so the elders would look at Ningfan badly.

At the end of the feast, the bamboo emperor summoned Ningfan and promised him once again that if Ningfan could cure the ancestral bamboo, he would surely give Ningfan enough tree fruit to break through the second rainfall.

When Ningfan left the palace, it was three heavens, and the night was dark.

There are no other six-transfer superior alchemists in Jishuicheng today except Ningfan.

The bamboo emperor decided to wait another month until he brought the other alchemist, and then he asked everyone to join him for the treatment of Zuzhu's disease.

Ningfan thought, it seems to be the only time to stay in Jishuicheng for a month. After a month, cure the disease for the ancestral bamboo and receive the gift of the tree ancestral fruit, he can leave the East Tree Sea...

But then, where should we go?

Do you want to follow the orders of the Rain King and go to the Fire Tree Clan in the West Tree Sea?

Ning Fan shook his head slightly, he had sinned completely to the King of Vines, and now going to the West Tree Sea is very dangerous.

Perhaps the Fire Tree's Festival Springs are a good opportunity, but this opportunity is in danger, so let's not.

Want to go to the South Tree Sea and meet the Snow Willow Demon King?

Even after his silence, he shook his head. He and Liu Haoyue were only friends with Pingshui. On the one hand, there was no need to go to the South Tree Sea.

So, are you going to stay in the trees for a while, or are you going to go straight back to the rain after you get the trees?

Ning Fan sighed softly. He had just entered Ji Shuicheng, but was crushed by three bamboo palaces. The East Tree Sea was not long left...

“Whether staying in the trees or returning to the rains, it is imperative to find a way to make a rainy meal... without knowing what my rains mean, how long will it take to break a pint? ”

I prefer to walk alone in the night on Long Street. I don't know when, there is no monk around anymore.

He suddenly took his footsteps, his eyes heaved, his sleeves swept, there was a breeze in his sleeve, and he blew away towards all sides, and the long street in front of him was shattered into phantoms!

“This is... hollow space!” I'd rather frown.

The moment before, he was also walking on the Great Street of Jishui City, and the moment after, he was taken into this cavernous space.

There is no doubt that there are people in Jishuicheng who dare to reckon with him, even if they know that he is no longer a tree!

In the cavernous space, suddenly the blood appeared, and the figure of two tiger riders appeared, all too fictional monks.

The two old men looked to Ningfan's eyes, hollow and clear, but filled with powerful killing machines!

They're killers from the Paris clan! Intended to assassinate Ningfan on his way out of Keishui Palace!

Behind the two elderly, there were also seven vain, flushing killers, all riding bloody tigers with cold eyes.

Seven questioning and punching assassins all took out the haemorrhage and shook it, immediately emptying the blood.

Like the assassination of the Paris clan on that day, all seven of the assassins were scattered alive and began to age rapidly.

And the two old people of the too fictitious realm, one by one perform secrets, absorb blood light, in a short time, the breath all rise to the too fictitious realm of the return!

“Kill!”

All the assassins drove the blood tiger and came all the way to Ningfan.

Ning Fan is quite certain that the arrival is undoubtedly a Parisian assassin and naturally does not need to be merciful.

Step by step into a black coat, raise your hand and draw your soul, prefer the royalty of all around you, the golden light to emerge, and at the same time start the triple crushing technique, carry out the killing in the hollow sky...

Ten breaths later, there was no one in the cave but Ningfan, and the air smelled bloody.

Of the nine Paris killers, Ningfan directly killed eight. The odd thing is that there are no Numen, no demons, no killer's Numen, no demons, no souls, no soul can be searched for to destroy...

Fortunately, he deliberately left a false killer unattended to capture him alive.

He tried to perform a soul-searching technique on the man to see why the Puerto Ricans were hostile to him and what their intentions were.

But as soon as he searched for his soul, the killer suddenly blew himself up with his whole body...

“Can't you search the soul...”

I'd rather not say a word. The Parisian monks have no Numen or demons. It's a bit weird...

With the suicide bombing of the ninth killer, all nine of them died, and a silent long sky suddenly appeared nine bloodstreams and condensed into a war topic.

There is only one word in the battle... ‘Dead’!

This is the third battle topic sent by the Parisians!

Fan's gaze revealed a strange colour, and the chief of the Palais gave him a third sticker of war...

Within the nine assassins dispatched this time, the Parisian chief set up nine lines of blood, which will condense into a battlefield once the nine have fallen.

Did the Parisians expect this assassination to fail again? Is that why he gave Nine Killers his third battle topic to Ningfan?

If you knew the assassination would fail, why did you send these assassins to die?

Wait, die!

Ning Fan seemed to think of something, a pack of storage bags, taking out the first two battle posts, looking at the dead words on the three battle posts, if you think about it.

Each of these three battle posts doesn't make sense.

At first, he wondered why the chief of the Parisian people sent him every time he was assassinated, and after the assassination failed, he sent a battle paper.

It was only at this moment that he concealed some conjecture of the intention of the chief of the Parisians.

All three of these battle posts are filled with the deep, unstoppable killing intentions of the Parisians!

Initially, he preferred to think inertially, and the chief of the Parisian people put down three battle posts in order to kill him, thus confusing the paradoxical behaviour of the chief of the Parisian people.

Even though the Parisian chief knew that the assassins sent did not kill Ningfan, he sent someone to kill him.

The Parisian chiefs, knowing that they were arrogant enough to give war papers, went on and on again.

Now he understands!

The endless killing intentions in this battle are not directed against Ningfan, but against... the people of Paris!

The dead word is not to let Ning Fan die, but to let the people of Paris die!

Let every Parisian who comes to assassinate Ningfan die at the hands of Ningfan!

The Parisian chief sent Ningfan three battle posts in order to ask Ningfan to kill all the Parisians!

In this line of thinking, the bizarre move of the Parisian chief to send out the battle ticket is clear.

But what is the purpose of a Parisian chief? As the head of the clan, why did you deliberately send people to die?

Fan's eyebrows wrinkled, he always felt that the Parisian chief's actions revealed a strong and strange smell...

His head flashed, suddenly recalling that there was no spirit of the Numen in the body of the Paris killer.

The two are equally bizarre and seem to have some connection.

Ningfan thought over and over again, but only felt that the thought was gradually getting mixed up, wondering why the chief of the Parisian people wanted to die.

“Parisian chief, what exactly is his plan... to send people to die, and what good will it do him...”

“Does this man, as the chief of the Parisians, have a deep hatred for the Parisians? ”

Ningfan lifted his hand and crushed this cave sky, returning to the long street of Jishuicheng outside.

Above the long street, the monks passed by, and no one noticed that Ningfan had been admitted into the sky and had carried out a killing in the sky.

He walked on the long street, and for the first time after entering the tree world, his heart rose slightly disturbed.

He took his footsteps, took out his turtle armor, borrowed three battle talk divinations, and figured out a little bit of a celestial machine.

It is impossible to calculate the true motive of the chief of the Parisian people using the technique of Ningfan's Buddhism.

His reckoning is nothing but the word "murderer".

He wanted to know what was behind the confrontation with the Parisians.

After a reckoning, the tortoise armor suddenly split... which is a sign of great ferocity!

Ning Fan's gaze suddenly sprinkled.

The Parisians say that the broken sky is only a purifying force, but Ningfan has a broken puppet and a fighter. Why do you fight with the Parisians? There are signs of ferocity!

Ning Fan asked himself, even though he was invincible against the bamboo emperor, he could most likely escape, so as not to be vicious.

Is it true that behind the strange behavior of the Parisian chief, there is a tremendous danger, even more terrible than the bamboo emperor...

Ning Fan was contemplating himself, on the long street, in the night, suddenly came a proud young girl's voice.

This proud voice made Ning Fan's eyes slightly cold.

“Huh, are you Lu Bei of the Pluto Nation! Too fictitious to fix it. Six shifts of superior dancing technique is really great. Even my grandfather surrendered his identity and personally asked you to help me help the Sang people, you dare to refuse directly. Do you despise me for helping the Song clan, or do you know that your strength is low and you can't choose the Bamboo Palace Eight Elders? Or are you afraid of the Parisians and afraid to fight the King of Parisians? What a coward! ”

Ning Fan glanced at him.

The speaker was a girl in red, who looked like a 15-year-old girl with a good appearance, but there was a certain undisguised colour of pride between her eyebrows.

The Red Girl was only a former Baby Monk, but the four female guards who followed her were all cultivated.

At first sight, she dared to speak to Ning Fan. All four female guards lost face, protected in front of the girl in red, and compensated Ning Fan.

“Master Lu, thank you! My young lady is ignorant and reckless, but she has no ill intentions! Please don't get to know me like a junior! ”

“My lady is Tang Xiong's daughter, Tang Yi. I hear Master Lu has a relationship with my ancestors and elders. Please also look at my ancestors and elders. Don't blame my mistress for her failure to speak! ”

The girl in red is a little princess of the Fu Song clan.

Now the selection of the successor to the Eight Elders is about to begin. As one of the three candidates recommended by Fusang Old Demon, Tang Xiong has arrived in Dongshuihai all the way from Beishui Senguo.

The girl in red, named Tang Yi, is the daughter of Tang Xiong. She has been in Jishuicheng with her father for several days.

She was very dissatisfied when her father told her about Ningfan's refusal to help the Fusang people.

She had a broken old monster's grandfather, who was always proud to get used to it. Although it was Yuan Baby repair, she encountered a broken old monster on weekdays, and dared to collide with him without fear.

She was not afraid of Ningfan. She dared to speak up, but the women guards behind her could see Ningfan's horror...

It's as if you just need one eye to crush the souls of all of them and die for nothing!

The four women guards faced Ningfan and felt heavy pressure from Ningfan. The pressure was no less than the old Fusan demon...

Besides, the four women guards also know that Ningfan is a six-transfer alchemist.

Four women guards are not proud of the soup rays, they know that Fan Fan is not the person who the Fu San tribe can provoke today!

Therefore, at the moment when Tang Yi shouted and humiliated Ning Fan, the four women guards pleaded for Tang Yi.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed and put away the chill.

If this woman is another short-sighted monk, he doesn't mind a lesson.

But this woman is a little princess of the Fusan clan, and Ningfan owes the Fusan clan more or less a debt of gratitude and is reluctant to attack Tang Yi.

"Your name is delicious," he said with a slight mockery. ”It's been a while since I've eaten soup.

It's not nice, it's delicious...

He didn't do anything against the woman, just laughed at her verbally, in response, that's all.

Later, Ningfan crossed the five women in front of him and walked to the end of the long street.

Tang Yi's beautiful face blooms like a peach and is extremely ashamed!

She was clearly named Tang Yi, not Tang Yuan. Ning Fan dared to make fun of her name!

“Lu Bei, you coward! You dare not accept my grandfather's request, you dare not contest the position of the Eight Elders, you dare not fight the Parisians, I despise you! ”

Fan suddenly stopped his steps and turned his eyes slightly cold.

In an instant, the four women guardians were eager to cry without tears, and their hearts secretly blamed their young ladies for their recklessness.

I don't compare to you, let go of you once, you stick the door up to find something... you're dead!

Now your father Tang Xiong has some business to take care of, he is not in Jishuicheng.

Your grandfather helped Sang's old demon, though a broken old monster, but far from the North Tree Sea, it's even more unlikely to protect you.

You mess with people. If they mess with you, who can protect your life?

“Master Lu is angry...” The four women guards still want love, but prefer to shake their heads and show no blame.

It's just that the tone is no longer funny, and it's starting to get a little cold.

The cold words, like the blade of cold ice beneath the Nine Pylories, passed into the ears of the soup, making her delicate and cold, and some looked at Ningfan with fear.

“I... just said a few words to you about what you wanted to do to me! You don't want to be like a little girl like me, don't you, big hero... if you do this to me, the Brothers of the Tree will laugh at you...”

At the moment before that, Tang Yi called Ning Fan a coward. At this time, when he saw that Ning Fan was not a mess, he changed his name to Ning Fan Da Hero.

This woman is so unrestrained, she immediately softened as soon as she saw the bad situation.

“Tell Senior Fu Song to watch out for Paris! ”

I'd rather give the last word of advice to a woman like Tang Yiu. She was shaken and disappeared.

Even in the face of the Fu Song clan, Ning Fan would not compare with a yellow maid.

He owed a favor to the Fusan, so he gave them a piece of advice.

There is a great danger hidden behind the Parisians, a danger that Ningfan is too shy to touch easily...

Xingxing may be an illusion, Ningfan felt that there was a sense of tranquility in the air of the East Tree Sea.

Perhaps after the Paris clan, there was a major crisis in hiding...

And this crisis, perhaps, could cause a havoc in the entire East Tree Sea...

Maybe it's all just an illusion.

Let's hope the Parisians gave him a sense of crisis... just a delusion...