Chapter 4120: Are you sure it's him?

Jiang Zhenlong's laughter stopped abruptly, and his sharp eyes made him cold.

"It's really sick!" Xiao Fan looked at Jiang Zhenlong and nodded seriously.

Damn you, you can't even see what the situation is, so you just think you are. What if you are sick?

"What rubbish, do we have your part in talking?" Jiang Zhenlong was not angry yet, Jin Teng suddenly screamed, slapped towards Xiao Fan in fear.

In his opinion, whether Xiao Fan was Jinlin's prisoner or Jinlin's guest, it was a matter of losing Jinlin's face if he slapped him to death.

Xiao Fan's expression became cold. Jin Teng was so not overbearing. He wanted to kill himself when he shot it. Did he really think he was muddled?

"The sword died!"

Xiao Fan didn't know when a sword appeared in Xiao Fan's hand, and a sword light bloomed in vain. In the blink of an eye, Jin Teng's palm was torn open, and the sword light remained unabated.

Jin Teng's face changed slightly. He never expected that this low-grade Yuanzun cultivator would break his own blow so easily.

However, Jin Teng was also a low-grade Fa Zun cultivation base anyway, a sideways escaped Xiao Fan's sword light, only a few strands of hair fell down.

However, this is definitely a great shame for Jin Teng. He shot himself first, and was even cut off a few hairs by a low-grade Yuanzheng realm!

"Damn you!" Jin Teng shouted angrily, and a terrifying **** spirit erupted all over his body.

"Jin Teng, try it yourself!" Jin Lin's eyes became cold, and in front of me, killing my Jin Lin's guests, really treat me like a mess?

Feeling the murderous aura on Jin Lin's body, Jin Teng gritted his teeth and finally stopped his body shape: "Boy, when I untie the ancestral tomb, you must die."

"Then wait for you to untie it." Xiao Fan said casually.

The blood-colored stone gate has been here for countless years, and the Golden Shura clan has not been able to untie it. How can it be possible to find someone who has nothing to do with the Shura clan?

"Brother Jin Teng, when I unlock the blood-stained door, he will hand over this kid to me when I arrive!" Jiang Zhenlong did not let go of any opportunity to kill Xiao Fan.

"Okay!" Jin Teng nodded, then looked at Jinlin and said, "Young Master Jinlin, see if you can protect him later."

"Humph!" Jin Lin snorted coldly, but there was a flash of worry in the depths of his eyes.

"Jin Lin, what would happen if Jin Teng unlocked the Scarlet Stone Gate?" Xiao Fan secretly conveyed to Jin Lin, Jin Lin was so worried that if he wanted to open the Scarlet Stone Gate, it would definitely have a big impact on him.

"My family's ancestors have said that anyone who can open the blood-colored stone gate is the patriarch of the Jin Xiula clan for me, no one can violate it." Jin Lin said with an ugly expression.

Xiao Fan suddenly enlightened. No wonder Jin Teng didn't put Jin Lin in his eyes. Jin Lin was just the young patriarch. As long as he opened the blood-colored stone gate, he was the patriarch of the Jin Xiuluo clan.

What fear does Jinteng have when the family is in control?

However, Xiao Fan was not at all worried. Jiang Zhenlong didn't know how to fool Jinteng. How could this **** stone gate be so easy to open?

The point is that the Scarlet Stone Gate is not an ordinary gate at all. It is alive, and it is almost always a creature of the Stone Human Race.

"Xiao Fan, can you open the stone gate and open the ancestral tomb?" Jin Lin asked Xiao Fan suddenly.

"Me? I don't know either." Xiao Fan was slightly surprised by Jin Lin's words, and then shook his head.

He really doesn't know whether he can open the Scarlet Stone Gate, the key depends on the mood of the Scarlet Stone Gate.

A look of disappointment flashed in Jin Lin's eyes, turned his head and looked around, but saw that Jiang Zhenlong had approached the blood-colored stone gate, and saw him pinching his hands to make a series of mysterious maneuvers.

"Smash the tablet?" Xiao Fan looked at Jiang Zhenlong weirdly.

Are you sick? The smashing tablet is obviously a means of attack. You use it to open the Scarlet Stone Gate?

Funny?

However, to Xiao Fan's slight surprise, the blood-colored stone gate trembled, and the void shuddered, as if the smashing steleman could really threaten the blood-colored stone gate.

Jin Teng's face showed surprise and excitement. As long as Jiang Zhenlong opened the blood-colored stone gate, he would become the patriarch of the Jin Xiuluo clan in one fell swoop.

"Jin Lin, even if Jiang Zhenlong opened the blood-colored stone gate, does that have nothing to do with Jin Teng?" Xiao Fan said slowly.

"Jiang Zhenlong is the person I invited, and he is not a member of my Jin Xiuluo clan, naturally it is my credit." Jin Teng looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer.

"Is that so?" Xiao Fan pinched his chin in his right hand, wondering what he was thinking about.

Jiang Zhenlong continued to smash the monument hand, the blood-colored stone gate trembled more and more severely, but there was still no tendency to open, Jiang Zhenlong's face turned pale, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Brother Jiang, take a break and continue." Jin Teng hurriedly stepped forward to please.

You know, for countless years, there are not many people who can shake Scarlet Stone Gate. Jiang Zhenlong is one of them. How can Jin Teng not get excited?

Jiang Zhenlong nodded, but thought in his heart: "My Jiang family smashed the stele, specifically for the stone, why can't it be opened? Or can this stone gate be measured by an ordinary stone gate?"

How did he know that this was not a stone gate at all, but a stone man, it was just that the shape was a little weird.

After a short rest, Jiang Zhenlong continued to try, thinking that as long as he opened the **** stone gate, he could kill Xiao Fan, and he seemed to be beaten with blood.

"Xiao Fan, waiting for me to open the stone gate is your death date." Jiang Zhenlong cheered himself up.

Xiao Fan naturally didn't know, and he didn't care. Instead, he took out a chair and sat down beside him, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

During this process, people from the Jin Xiula clan came here one after another.

What surprised Xiao Fan was that there was actually a strong man in the Jin Xiuluo clan who was a middle-rank Dharma Venerable. He also learned from the surrounding monks that he was the patriarch Jin Luo of the Jin Xiuluo clan.

"The aura on Jin Luo's body is much stronger than Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou, I guess it's not far from the high-grade Fazun." Xiao Fan secretly judged.

"This fellow Taoist, take a break first and take your time." Jin Luo looked at Jiang Zhenlong eagerly, and then said: "Teng'er, you're good, my clan will definitely flourish in your hands."

"I haven't opened it yet." Jin Lin curled his lips.

"Asshole thing, it's okay for you young master not to help, still talking cold words here?" Jin Luo stared at Jin Lin coldly.

"The second uncle misunderstood Lindi, and Lindi also found a low-grade Yuanzun. Maybe he can open the ancestral tomb?" Jin Teng said with a gleeful expression.

Jin Luo glanced at Xiao Fan indifferently, and then said: "What are you looking for? Can anyone open the tomb of Jin Xiuluo's ancestor?"

Jin Lin lowered his head, enduring Jin Luo's anger, and took Jin Luo to stop before he told the sound transmission: "Brother Xiao, I'm sorry, I'm tired of you." "I'm fine." Xiao Fan didn't care. Said, "But, are you sure it's him?"