Chapter 1509： Leaving Ting Lan Zong

Early the next morning, Chen Fan left Tinglanzong.

He didn't tell anyone when he left, but the elder had already set his eyeliner, and he knew it just after Chen Fan left the mountain gate.

With a sneer in his eyes, eighteen his confidant deacons came in from the door with a wave of his hand, each of whom was a senior in cultivation!

The first person was thin and withered, but the whole body was very cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, which made people very uncomfortable.

His name is Huo Qi, and he is also a member of the Huo family. He is really weak in terms of duty, and he is still an uncle of cholera.

This Huo Qi was personally arranged by the Great Elder to enter the sect, and the remaining seventeen people were basically the family name of the Huo family.

On weekdays, the elders did some shameful things, but they actually depended on this group of people.

"You follow Chen Fan secretly, once he walks out of the range of Ting Lan Sect, kill him on the spot!"

With a murderous opening, Huo Qi immediately expressed his understanding, and then left with everyone, preparing to trace Chen Fan's trail, waiting for the opportunity to besiege him!

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Chen Fan didn't go down the mountain fast, he could completely guess when the back hand arranged by the Great Elder would appear.

Therefore, he has been thinking about what he has and how to deal with.

At present, Chen Fan has only two main attack methods.

One is swordsmanship, and the other is throwing beans into soldiers.

It's just that Chen Fan's current art of throwing beans into a soldier is only a small achievement, and it takes a long time without condensing a crystal of spiritual power, and it is extremely expensive.

In other words, this method is not very useful for Chen Fan, after all, he does not have time to gather spiritual power.

And even if there is this time, one or two is bound to be a drop in the bucket, and it is even better to retain the spiritual power to control the sword.

With one hand stroking the Qingxuan sword on his back, Chen Fan knew that he could only rely on it!

It's just that with a head-on confrontation, Chen Fan has almost no chance of winning. If it is a sneak attack, I am afraid the effect will be much better.

It's just that the people from the other party have been chasing them all the way. How can Chen Fan disappear from under their noses?

With his eyes squinted together, Chen Fan's mind was colliding fiercely.

One idea after another emerged and was rejected by him. Now he is looking for the most feasible way in a mess.

"The most important thing at the moment is to hide my figure, so as to achieve an unexpected sneak attack effect."

"It's just that I don't have any good hiding methods, which is a bit troublesome."

Chen Fan muttered to himself that there was no good way for a while, and in the end he had to choose the dumbest way.

To be honest, this method is a bit silly, but it is still the best choice.

It may also be Chen Fan's only chance to comeback!

There was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and after determining the way of coping, Chen Fan arranged a lot of back players at the same time.

These are all he prepared for those who came to chase him down.

Even at this moment, if you look closely at his eyes, you can definitely find that deep in Chen Fan's eyes, there is no fear of an imminent crisis, but a touch of excitement!

It has been several months since Chen Fan came here to listen to Lanzong. During this period, he had never fought to the death with his life. He almost forgot the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife.

Yes, Chen Fan likes that feeling, because only in this way can he be more fulfilled after defeating the strong.

Chen Fan firmly believes that he will not lose, no matter who the opponent is, he will do his best to defeat the opponent!

It is this victory after victory that has established his current character.

Never give up!

"call..."

After setting up everything, Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief, with a fierce light in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "A good show, it will be on!"