Chapter 1939: Gamble

The first ninety-nine chapters

At the end of the street, dozens of figures were slowly walking towards Xiao Fan and the others, headed by a few young men and women, handsome men and beautiful women.

Moreover, each of them exudes an extremely powerful aura, but Xiao Fan's gaze fell on the headed young man in white robe.

The white-robed youth has a long stature, wearing a white robe to win the snow, sword eyebrows and star eyes, white face glowing with dazzling luster, black long hair in a bun, the whole person is a kind of transcendence like an immortal but extremely domineering a feeling of.

As they approached, the surrounding monks couldn't help stepping back, their eyes full of awe.

Especially when looking at the white-robed youth, the color of awe came from the heart.

"My son, that young man in white robe is God Wuxin!" Xiao Tianyang frowned and told Xiao Fan, and then introduced several others to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan already had a general guess in his heart. The white-robed youth gave him a kind of light pressure, reaching his current state, and the people who can still put pressure on him. Among the young generation of Xiuluo Mountain, there is no other person except God Wuxin. .

His eyes swept across the other children of inheritance one by one, and finally his eyes fixed on God Wuxin.

As the three major princes of Heaven and Earth Prison, Shen Wuxin's strength will naturally not be bad. Xiao Fan can still feel a little pressure from Shen Wuxin when he breaks through to his current realm, and he can see that his is not easy.

"Is Shen Wuxin a person who respects the gods in their endless line? Isn't their line exterminated by the great elder?" Xiao Fan thought of a question in vain.

How could it be possible to resurrect an extinct one?

What's more, even if they were not extinct, the other bloodlines would probably not allow God's endless descendants to enter Xiuluo Mountain. After all, they all came for God's endless inheritance.

Is it deliberately impersonating God's endless descendants? This one is very likely.

However, it is also possible that the descendants of God endless were not extinct. After all, the nine elders who besieged God endless at that time were all killed by God endless.

The strength of the other veins will inevitably be greatly reduced, and they may not be able to encircle and suppress God endlessly their veins.

"If Master knew that his descendants still existed, I would probably be pleased." Xiao Fan thought to himself.

At this time, Shen Wuxin brought the crowd to the front, and finally stopped. Shen Wuxin looked at Xiao Fan indifferently and said, "You can fly in the lake of blood. I have to say, your Excellency is really amazing."

"Yes, the angle of view just now was in the sky. In other words, the person who remembers the picture is in the sky, but on the lake of blood, no one can fly."

"Could it be that the surface of the lake just now was fake? Xiao Fan deliberately created it to frame Lengtong and Leng Liujing?"

"Fortunately we almost believed him. If this is the case, then he is even worse than Leng Tong."

The crowd suddenly came back to their senses, looking at Xiao Fan's pointing discussion.

It's no wonder that they would suspect that flying above the blood lake is a well-known thing, no matter how strong Xiao Fan is, it is really the God of War, he can't fly.

Only Leng Tong and Leng Liujing looked very embarrassed. On that day, they saw Xiao Fan flying with their own eyes. Others might not be able to do it, but Xiao Fan could really do it.

"Boy, you dare to frame me as the son of the Asura Mountain inheritance, do you know how to write death words?" a black-robed young man beside Shen Wuxin snorted coldly.

They are all inherited sons of Mount Xiuluo, so they naturally want to unite and reject Xiao Fan, an outsider.

"If you want to know how to write death words, I don't mind teaching you." Xiao Fan stood there calmly, ignoring the black robe youth.

"Things looking for death!" The black-robed youth was so angry that he almost couldn't help but rushed forward.

Xiao Fan looked at the man like an idiot, then turned his gaze back on Shen Wuxin, and said, "If I prove that I can fly, what do you want?"

"You can fly, I will take off my head and kick it for you!" Before Shen Wuxin could speak, the black robe youth looked at Xiao Fan with disdain.

"Yes, if you can fly, how does my identity as a son of inheritance make you?" Another young man in an ink-colored shirt said.

"Zuo Lin, Zuo Yunmo!" Leng Tong called out quickly, trying to stop them.

However, Zuo Yunmo, the young man in the black shirt, said dismissively: "Don't worry, the blood lake is forbidden to fly. This is an iron law, and the Lord of the mountain can't break it, let alone this kid."

Then Zuo Yunmo looked at Xiao Fan again and said, "Boy, do you dare to bet, if you lose, how about slaying yourself in public?"

"You can't die!" Zhuo Tianhong looked at Zuo Yunmo angrily, but was stopped by Xiao Fan. Zhuo Tianhong said anxiously, "My son!"

He Zhuo Tianhong can fly on the surface of the water is already the limit, how can Xiao Fan fly in the air?

He was afraid of Xiao Fan's arrogance and promised Zuo Lin and Zuo Yunmo's gambling fight. Once he agreed, it would not be easy to regret.

"Your identity as the son of inheritance doesn't make sense to me. I was originally the son of inheritance, and one more spot is useless." Xiao Fan shook his head and said.

"If you don't dare to bet, just say, I won't make fun of you, as long as you get out of the ancient city of Shura." Zuo Yunmo disdainfully said.

When the voice fell, Xiao Fan's voice continued to sound: "If you lose and give me your head as a chamber pot, I can promise to gamble with you once."

"Huh, gambling? Since you want to die, what about you?" Zuo Yunmo said murderously.

This kid is so defiant that he dared to insult himself and didn't show him any color. He really thought he was amazing.

Xiao Fan looked indifferently, took out a few pieces of paper, and then waved it profusely from above, then stopped after a while, then looked at Zuo Yunmo and Zuo Lin and said: "White paper and black letters, if you dare to bet, sign and draw!"

When Zuo Yunmo and Zuo Lin heard this, the two hesitated slightly, Xiao Fan's expression was too calm, calm and terrifying.

Could this kid really be able to fly in the air?

Zuo Lin gave the subordinate next to him a look, and a few people knew, and flew towards the blood lake, but just appeared above the blood lake, they were pulled down by a strong force.

When Zuo Lin and Zuo Yunmo saw this, their hearts were suddenly settled. None of them could fly, and Xiao Fan could not fly either.

What they didn't know was that although the blood spirit Ming Kun was killed by Xiao Fan, the formation in the blood lake was still running, and it was indeed impossible for ordinary people to fly.

But if his two subordinates don't have the kind of psychological fear and fly at full strength, they can barely do it.

"Zuo Lin, Zuo Yunmo, don't bet with him." Seeing this, Leng Tong spoke again.

"Leng Tong, I don't have a scam in Asura Mountain, and I'm afraid that he will go against the sky? I want his life!" Zuo Lin, a young man in a black robe, said proudly, and he signed the agreement without hesitation.

"The great feat of killing the Lord Shura is of course indispensable to my contribution." Zuo Yunmo, a young man in the ink-colored shirt, also signed and painted boldly.

The two of them looked proud, like high gods, overlooking Xiao Fan, the ant.

"Is there anyone who wants me to die? You can also sign and draw on it." Xiao Fan looked at the surrounding monks calmly, invisibly exuding a domineering spirit.

The scene was silent for a while, and for a long time, Zuo Lin disdainfully said: "Your life is not so valuable. The two of us gambled with you for our lives. It is considered worthy of you."

"Don't worry, I will accept your two lives today." Xiao Fan nodded seriously, and then walked slowly towards the blood lake, calmly and calmly.