Chapter 1507

"Sure, 100% sure, you're dead, I'll never live."

Yuan Pang patted his chest and thought I wanted to live. Is it possible? If others let me go, the village head will not let me go!

Yunfan stared at Yuan Pang's eyes for a moment, nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "OK, we will be brothers after that."

He said that before just to see what the fat man thought. After all, I only have one or two contacts. I'm still a fair weather friend. I really can't confide in myself.

But now, he can be sure that the other party is not lying, because the liar's eyes are not so firm.

"Brothers are brothers. Just shake hands. I said if you can wash first, you should think about Xiaolian if you don't think about me!

This blood gas, this fishy smell, stand here for a while, I have no appetite tonight. "

Yuan Pang skimmed his lips, turned and left, quickly distancing himself from Yun fan.

Yunfan smiled at Yang Lian and whispered, "go away, too. Don't worry. I'll be fine if I eat and drink."

Looking at Yunfan waving the long sword again, Yang Lian reluctantly went to yuanpang and asked in a low voice, "my brother is not angry, is he sick?"

"It's possible, but he doesn't seem normal at ordinary times... Ah..."

As soon as yuanpang finished, there was a sharp pain on the instep. Looking at the small pretty boots on the instep, he bared his teeth and didn't know what to say.

The days didn't change with the arrival of Yuan Pang and Yang Lian. Yun fan practiced sword repeatedly every day.

Yuan Pang and Yang Lian looked at it every day. Sometimes they would have more barbecue in their hands, but they never bothered Yun fan again.

Three days later, in front of the incense tower in the sword refining City, three old people came, one of whom was Yang Lian's master, the white haired saint.

Just as the three were about to enter the door, master tie suddenly came out, glanced at the three and said, "if you're here to drink, please come in. If you're not here to drink, please come back!"

"Master tie, you should know why we are here..."

An old man in a green robe just opened his mouth. Master tie stretched out his hand and interrupted each other, "Saint Qingxiao, don't tell me you don't know the rules of sword smelting city.

If each of your major sects really plans to fight against the sword refining City, bring more people. If you don't plan to fight, don't say these words. "

"Master tie, you've gone too far. The sword smelting city has the rules of the sword smelting City, and each sect has the rules of each sect. If we're really in a hurry, do you think we dare not go to war with the sword smelting city?"

It was an old man in a gray robe next to the white haired saint. When he stretched out his hand, the wine table on the first floor of Huixiang building trembled.

Master tie reached out his hand and the wine table was quiet.

"Saint Nu Xian, if you want to do it now, I can accompany you. But I advise you not to do it here, otherwise your Wanxian sect will disappear before the blood devil enters the sword star."

The angry fairy saint was so angry that he opened his eyes and was held by the white haired saint as soon as he wanted to speak.

Although three people came this time, they represented the 16 sects including liantian Jianfeng, and they were also the most powerful 16 sects on the sword star.

The white haired Saint represents Tianjian peak, the Qingxiao Saint represents Lingxiao sword sect, and the Nu immortal Saint represents Wanxian sect. All three are called saints, which gives enough face to the sword refining city.

None of the three expected that master tie's attitude was so firm.

They are here to ask for people, not for war. It really goes against the original intention of the white haired sage.

"Master tie, we are not here to quarrel. Do you think we can have a good talk.

You know, tianjianfeng did this for the sword star. The blood devil army is eyeing. If our sects are still fighting each other, isn't it a joke for other ancient Xingzong sects?

We are looking for a way to solve the problem. We don't mean to disrespect the sword refining city. Look... "

"This attitude is OK. The sword refining city is never afraid of anything. You can talk, but don't talk nonsense. Go up to the third floor."

Watching the four people leave, the drinkers on the first floor can no longer calm down.

"It's really important to come to the door. What's the origin of that boy? He let master iron come forward to protect him."

"I don't know, but killing people here and being sheltered are the first in the history of sword refining city!"

"I don't think it's so simple. No matter who the boy is, it's already big. The sword refining city can't protect it."

"Yes, that's sixteen sects. If there's a war, the sword refining city won't be able to keep it!"

"It's all that boy. Otherwise, how could sword refining city get involved in such a disaster."

All kinds of discussions began, but finally it all came down to Yun fan. The people of sword refining City hated Yun fan to the bone.

Just then, a young man in his thirties came into the door, tall and burly, with a national face, looking upright.

Seeing this man, the people immediately got up and bowed their hands. One of the drinkers said, "childe Shi, someone should stand up and say something when such a big thing happens in the sword refining city.

The three masters have to look after their faces. Naturally, they will not agree to hand over people. But if we petitioned together, the three masters might agree. "

Another drinker nodded and said, "yes, we can't talk to the three masters, but childe Shi can.

This is about the life and death of the sword refining city. I hope childe Shi can stand up and pass a message to everyone in the sword refining city. "

The upright young man is the younger generation of master Shi Zheng. Before he could speak, two more youths came in.

One of them was the iron flower that was beaten out at the beginning, and the other was a short young man, black and thin. Although his appearance was not good-looking, his eyes were extremely arrogant.

The people who can enter here side by side with Tiehua are naturally not ordinary people. It is the younger generation of master Yan, Yan Yao.

Both of them and Shi are the descendants of the three masters with high talents. They have all broken through the realm of saints. They are called the three geniuses by the sword refining city.

"Shi Zheng, you are the oldest of the three of us. If you are embarrassed to say, I will." Yanyao went to Shi Zheng and sat down.

"They're right. It's not about us, nor about the three of us, but about the sword refining city.

We have no reason to watch an outsider destroy the sword smelting city. Even if the sword smelting city is destroyed, it should be destroyed by fighting with the blood devil. "

Tiehua looked at Shi Zheng. After he was beaten last time, although he practiced at home, he was eager for Yunfan to die early.

Hearing the news outside this time, I contacted Yanyao and wanted to push Yunfan out.

"Since it's about the sword refining City, it's not easy for me to refuse. You're all here. Let's go together!" Shi Zheng nodded, dried the wine in the glass and stood up.