C19 What a Great Hero

It was a towering ancient tree. The branches of the tree no longer had dead leaves. It looked very weirdly like a person who was frightened and yelling at the top of his lungs.

Under the tree, the charming woman sat paralyzed on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

However, not only was the man holding the sword not moved, he looked at her meaningfully.

The man discovered that the charming woman was not only physically attractive. Her every frown and smile was like a forbidden fruit. Normal people would not be able to resist her.

The man sat on the ground, admiring the charming woman. The charming woman, seeing that he was not moved, began to remove her outer clothing, revealing her snow-white calves.

"Tss tss!" I will count to three. If you don't run, you will die! " The man raised his sword from his sleeve. He had a kind smile on his face.

The woman's face paled, and without caring about whether or not she wore clothes, she ran.

One ran, one chased.

Finally, when the man reached an empty space, he couldn't see any trace of the charming woman.

The man looked around, sighed, and suddenly left.

After a long while, the charming woman noticed that the man had indeed left through a crack in the grass. Her face finally regained some color, but just as she calmed down, she suddenly heard a nagging voice coming from behind her.

Her small face was even paler because she remembered where she was.

She looked behind her, trembling with fear. Suddenly, a ghostly figure jumped out from the grass behind her.

The woman sucked in a breath of cold air as she gasped for breath. Her chest rose and fell a few times before she fainted.

The man who had just finished saying that he had found her felt bored and glanced at the charming woman who looked like a beauty lying on her side.

In the end, he placed the woman on his shoulder and used his Divine Vision to see the nearby smoke and fire.

He looked for her and decided to send her away within a kilometer.

When they parted, he said to the woman, "Besides the strongest warriors, no one else can beat me in this competition. The battle between the four great clans is destined to be won by my Yang Family!"

On the way back, the man laughed, thinking things had become more interesting.

The man was Yang Faan.

He stood under the moonlight and looked at a dark path. He didn't know if it was his imagination or his intuition, but this martial arts competition seemed to be a prearranged arena for him. He was the guardian of this arena.

Everyone's initial goal wasn't him, but it must be related to him. He didn't believe that the four great families would let go of such an opportunity.

No one would pursue the matter of the death of Demonic Beast Mountain Range!

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to die first!" Yang Faan's face was dark and his eyes revealed a murderous look.

Returning to the place where he had killed Ran Jie, he fumbled around on Ran Jie's body and found a bag. Inside the bag, there were three grey Demonic Pill s, and only one red Demonic Pill.

The gray one was the Demonic Pill of the first stage Demonic Beast and the red one was the Demonic Pill of the Nether Wolf.

"Trash!" Although Yang Faan was not happy, he still happily accepted all the Demonic Pill.

He returned to the campfire. The moment he sat down, Han Jiu'er stood up and stretched her back before slapping him on the face. Then, she fell asleep on his feet once again.

Yang Faan held his head with one hand and looked at the little girl at his feet with a lowered head. He suddenly felt confused and his eyes lit up, "What if she really wants me to marry her?"

His thoughts went back to the day before his departure.

That day, for no reason, he wanted to go out for a walk. Not long after that, he met Han Jiu'er, who was wearing a white robe and squatting by the roadside, crying.

He didn't want to comfort her, but Han Jiu'er suddenly raised her head and looked at him. Han Jiu'er immediately changed from crying to joy and pulled Yang Faan's hands, insisting that he go to the place where he met her.

Yang Faan naturally did not refuse.

On the way, he asked Han Jiu'er why she wanted to go.

Han Jiu'er stood there and bit her lips. She pouted her lips and thought for a long time before looking at a black cloth bag in her arms. "I'm going to thank that grandma for giving me food!"

… ….

Demonic Beast Mountain Range.

The arrival of the members of the four great clans and the other clans was quite lively.

The people of the four great families thought that this was just a group of people working together to clean up the trash.

The court thought it was a harmless experiment in restructuring.

Han Zun confirmed that this was a board given to him.

All of them were determined to win, and there was only the Fifth Elder.

He felt that Yang Faan had to be ambushed.

But unfortunately, the Fifth Elder overestimated him.

Yang Faan led Han Jiu'er and Pan Xiao forward.

As for the other three, Yang Faan chose to leave.

Along the way, they met many people who had just died. Yang Faan's forward speed became slower.

After a while, they heard someone talking.

As he headed towards the source of the sound, he saw a group of men and women covered in blood.

"Brother, we two brothers have fought over so many Demonic Pill for the family. When we return, won't we get even more rewards?" Zhang Feng looked at his brother, Zhang Xu, and smiled.

"What brothers, we will all get more rewards!" A large drop of sweat ripped open his clothes and smeared the black paste on the huge wound on his chest.

"F * ck, a bunch of trash. I want some medicine from you, but you still haven't given it to me. It's good now, all of you are dead!" He looked at the dozens of corpses on the ground, as well as a black bag that was not far away from him.

Including Big Khan, this team consisted of eight people, seven men and only one woman. Moreover, the woman was none other than the charming woman.

The charming woman was hugged by a large amount of sweat after she had put on her clothes.

The charming woman pretended to resist, her eyes begging the two brothers with tears in them.

Seeing the charming woman's tears drop, Zhang Feng and Zhang Xu walked over.

Yang Faan, who was watching on the side, motioned for the other two people to crouch down.

Han Jiu'er was looking at the spectacle and did not pay any attention to it. If not for Yang Faan's tug on her shoulder, she might have lost herself in thought.

"What are you doing!" Han Jiu'er rolled her eyes at Yang Faan.

"I'll go steal their Demonic Pill later, you two act according to the situation, understand?"

Pan Xiao nodded. Han Jiu'er thought for a moment before pressing her index finger against her lower lip. "Isn't that called stealing?"

Yang Faan, who was already squatting in front of Ye Zichen, turned his head and frowned, "I, Yang Faan, went to steal what I deserve?"

Finally, the two brothers and the sweat man began to fight. The charming woman had to quickly pick up her clothes and hide in a field.

While they were fighting passionately, Yang Faan arrived in front of the charming woman with a ghost-like figure.

The woman's eyes were filled with hatred, and she was finally able to vent her anger.

Yang Faan patted her shoulder, "Not bad, remember to put on your clothes."

The charming woman was dumbfounded. She felt like crying.

The struggle between the two brothers and Big Khan finally came to an end as he was sweating profusely.

The four spectators also cheered. They had been bullied and bullied by a lot of perspiration along the way. Although this perspiring perspiration was alone, he had killed half of their original group with his own strength.

Just as the two brothers were rejoicing, Zhang Feng noticed Yang Faan with his sharp eyes!

"Brother, someone is stealing our Demonic Pill!"