Chapter 112: plot

Chapter One and Two Conspiracy

"boom!"

Fist like the wind, fierce and domineering, dazzling, he came to Han Lei, Han Lei's expression changed, and when he was in a hurry, he mobilized his whole soul to greet him.

In just an instant, he regretted it, Xiao Fan's explosive punch was not something he could resist.

With a click, Han Lei's right arm broke and blood flew across. His body was shaken across the ground, and his eyes were blood red, with a cold murderous aura.

"Xiao Fan, how dare you rob us!" the other three roared, but no one dared to step forward.

Xiao Fan didn't bother to say anything to them at all, walked to Han Lei, stepped on his chest, and found a Tier 5 soul crystal and three Tier 4 soul crystals on him.

"Yes." Xiao Fan directly threw three Tier 4 soul crystals to Wen Ya and He Lei.

"My dear man." The two looked at Xiao Fan in surprise and glanced at each other, then Wen Ya said: "My dear man, we can't ask for this soul crystal."

"This is what you deserve. Don't call me Grace, just call me by name." Xiao Fan waved his hand, turned and prepared to leave.

Just after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Lei and said: "I don't even know what autumn hunting is, it's better to get out."

The faces of several people became stiff, but they did not dare to refute.

Xiao Fan was right, Yancheng Autumn Hunting was not just about hunting soul beasts, but also hunting among cultivators, taking soul crystals from each other.

In Autumn Hunting, let alone robbery, killing is also normal, but these people have no grievances with Xiao Fan, and there is no need for Xiao Fan to kill them.

He Lei and Wen Ya were silent, Xiao Fan's words were not unreasonable, and there was never lack of murder and robbery in previous autumn hunts.

Killing a soul beast can only get one soul crystal, but killing a human monk can get several, even a dozen soul crystals.

"Gongong, can we be with you?" He Lei suddenly shouted when Xiao Fan left.

"Go by yourself, don't just look at the surface in the future." Xiao Fan left without looking back, joking, and all of them were separated deliberately. How could it be possible to bring two more now?

"Smelly rascal, you were so handsome just now." The little witch looked at Xiao Fan with a grin.

Xiao Fan walked to the little witch and stretched out his right hand to touch her forehead and said, "I don't have a fever."

When the little witch heard this, her expression changed, and she said angrily: "You have a fever, and your whole family has a fever."

When she recovered, Xiao Fan had already appeared a few meters away with Xiaojin, and the little witch stomped her feet angrily, and quickly followed.

"Brother Lei, let's go too." Wen Ya glanced at the four Han Lei with a cold expression, and left without hesitation.

The three Xiao Fan rested on an ancient tree for one night. When the sky was white, Xiao Fan stretched out and said, "A new day is here."

"Roar!" Suddenly, Xiao Jin let out a low roar, whizzing out like lightning, and in an instant, there was a sorrowful scream not far away.

When Xiao Fan recovered, Xiao Jin walked over with a **** soul crystal in his mouth.

"Third-tier soul crystal." Feeling the majestic soul power in the soul crystal, Xiao Fan's eyes lit up. Since Xiaojin's breakthrough in the late fourth-tier stage, his combat power has soared, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to defeat it.

"Little witch, this soul crystal is for you." Xiao Fan directly threw the third-order soul crystal over, and he got a fifth-order soul crystal, which was tens of thousands of points. The little witch and his team naturally had to split equally.

"Leave you there." The little witch didn't care.

"Well, let's hurry up, otherwise Ling Feng and Fatty will have to wait for us." Xiao Fan nodded, without any pretentiousness, and directly threw the soul crystal into the soul ring.

At this moment, in another place in the Soul Beast Mountain Range, a group of birds hovered over the ancient forest. Among the ancient forest, Luo Chen and Sun Jue were sitting there healing.

One of Sun Jue's arm was broken, and a blood bump had formed in the wound.

In addition to them, there were two figures not far away, a man and a woman. The man glanced at Sun Jue lightly: "Sun Jue, Luo Chen, you really lose the face of the King of War Academy, even a late-stage warlord. The kid wants me to do it!"

Wearing a black robe, the man was hunting in the wind, his sword eyebrows and star eyes, his face like a jade crown, his nose was high, his eyes were peerless and sharp, his hands were standing on his back, and there was a hint of arrogance.

The man is the third master of the Warlord Academy, Zhao Wuyao. As the only heir to the Patriarch of the Zhao family, few people in the entire Dayan dynasty can see him.

"Zhao Wubing, my four big families are in the same spirit, do you help or not?" Sun Jue's face was dark. He who possessed twin battle spirits was actually defeated by Xiao Fan, who was one level lower than him. Said that this is an indelible shame.

"Mu Yu, do you know this Xiao Fan?" Zhao Wubing turned his head and looked at the woman next to her, whose name was Su Muyu. If Xiao Fan heard this name, he would definitely have some impression, because the woman was Xiao Chengsu. Daughter of the Patriarch.

"I don't know, but I've heard that he failed to awaken the battle spirit at the age of seven, and he has been in the hall of battle spirit and awakened without success for many years. He is called the first waste in Xiaocheng." Su Muyu explained.

"Oh?" Zhao Wubing was slightly surprised. The person called the first waste was able to easily kill the genius of the Warlord Academy. This is incredible, and he muttered in his heart: "It seems that there are still a lot of this kid. secret."

"I've helped with this, but don't forget what you promised me." Zhao Wubing nodded.

"That's natural." Sun Jue nodded and sneered in his heart: "You Zhao Wubing is not a good thing, you and Xiao Fan are best to die together!"

Xiao Fan, Little Witch and Xiao Jin continued to move forward. After half a day, as many as five soul beasts died in their hands, two of which were Tier 4 soul beasts, and the others were Tier 2 soul beasts.

"Smelly rascal, if one day I disappear, would you miss me? Go find me?" The two walked in the jungle, and the little witch asked Xiao Fan.

"Why are you always talking about it lately? You won't really want to leave, do you?" Xiao Fan looked at the little witch weirdly. He had guessed that the little witch's family background was not simple, and perhaps there was something unavoidable.

"No, I'm just asking you." The little witch's head was like a rattle, and she didn't know why, she had a kind of trust and dependence on Xiao Fan from the heart.

Xiao Fan pondered for a while, and said very seriously: "If you don't want to leave, no one can force you to do anything, no one can do it!"

As he talked, a powerful murderous aura radiated from Xiao Fan. In the past few months, he had regarded the little witch as his relative.

Relatives, that is Xiao Fan's Ni Lin, no one can disobey, because it is something he has used his life to protect.

"Really?" The little witch's body trembled, her eyes filled with mist, almost streaming out.

"Someone is fighting!" Xiao Fan said suddenly, and then ran towards the direction of the fight, walking fast, and Xiao Jin followed closely.

"Dead hooligan, stinky hooligan!" The little witch stomped angrily, her chest undulating, and she was moved for a while, but Xiao Fan ran away without saying hello.

Helpless, the little witch had no choice but to follow.