Tian Yuan nodded slightly, drew lines with his fingers, and began to outline the formation diagram.

The Supreme Elder Wuhen swayed slightly and disappeared without knowing why.

The woodcutter and Zhang Qiubeard took their axes and bows and prepared to fight.

Sun Daotong smiled sinisterly and walked to Tian Yuan: "Old Tian, ​​can I add some ingredients for you?"

At this time, the old man who made fires who never spoke also came over with a fire blower: "Add more."

Mr. Chai started smoking: "More..."

Except for Zhang Qiubeard and the woodcutter, who often talk to each other, these few people usually don't communicate at all. Now they actually got together.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but chuckle. Although the three great masters from the Seven Saint Realms should be coming, this was definitely a cannon to swat mosquitoes.

Although he had expected a fuss out of a molehill early in the morning, the scene before him still made him sigh.

Not surprisingly, the unsuspecting barbarian master burst into Mr. Tian's formation.

It is still the Qianmo Formation. Although there is no wheat straw here, there is no difference in the long grass roots that are as tall as half a person.

As soon as people enter, they are immediately surrounded by streets, dividing them independently.

The other party was shocked and shouted: "There is an ambush!"

"How dare Xiao Fangxiao..." Biquku

However, before the Holy Realm finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. The crisscrossing lights and shadows were simply too terrifying, bringing unparalleled pressure to him. This was a formation that could kill the Holy Realm!

"Join forces! Breakout!"

He knew it was bad and immediately shouted.

However, the Qianmo Formation has divided them into separate parts, and they can only fight independently.

They almost unanimously wanted to rush to the sky, but suddenly terrifying flames rained down from the sky, which stuck to their bodies and beat them, and directly suppressed them.

This was not over yet. Under the scorching flames, smoke suddenly rose from the ground and instantly enveloped the formation. No one could be seen inside even if they could reach out.

The smoke was so weird that the barbarian master burst into tears, couldn't even open his eyes, and couldn't stop coughing.

The next moment, the smoke suddenly turned miserable green, and someone screamed: "It's poisonous, the smoke is poisonous..."

After a few breaths, there was no sound in the smoke.

There was only one saint who was at the back and was awakened by the people in front. He did not step into the formation, but a broken sword appeared out of nowhere and sealed his throat with a sword.

There was a golden eagle hovering in the sky, which was shot down by Zhang Qiubeard's bow. There were two more that were originally on the master's shoulders, but now they are also trapped in the formation.

The woodcutter prepared a solitude with his axe.

Jiang Fan was dumbfounded. Taken individually, each of these seven old men was amazing. Together, they would scare anyone to death. Ten masters, seven saints, and three grand masters. In less than ten breaths, they were all wiped out. .

"All dead...?"

Jiang Fan scratched his head and came closer.

Mr. Tian clasped his hands behind his back and moved slowly

Walking back: "No. They are all unconscious."

Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, I still have something to do."

When Wuhen blocked them with a sword just now, he felt a little regretful and forgot to remind them to stay alive. Fortunately, a few old men must have guessed what he was thinking.

After the nine comatose masters were woken up, they were so ashamed and angry that they died.

Not only did I feel aggrieved at being taken down so easily, but I was also hung upside down with no shirt on. Fortunately, I had a crotch cloth left, otherwise I would have been really shameless.

Standing in front of him was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a riding crop in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, you're all awake, let's talk?"

A middle-aged saint said angrily: "Who is attacking us? Let me down quickly!"

Jiang Fan took out his ears and said, "It's noisy."

As he spoke, he picked up the riding crop in his hand and whipped it across his head and face.

Just when the saint was about to use his kung fu to resist, he suddenly discovered to his horror that he couldn't raise any kung fu in his body.

He watched helplessly as the riding crop was slapped directly on his face, and he grimaced in pain.

"you wanna die……"

"Snapped!"

Another whip knocked back his last words.

"Who are you? Do you know who we are?" Another saint said angrily upon seeing this.

Not surprisingly, what greeted him was the same whip, which hit his mouth. Half of his lips were immediately whipped off, and his face was covered in blood.

The third saint was about to open his mouth to speak when he suddenly saw Jiang Fan staring at his mouth and immediately stopped talking.

The others obviously understood the situation and did not dare to beep again.

Seeing that they finally stopped arguing, Jiang Fan clapped his hands with his whip with satisfaction.

"That's right, keep talking, what's the point of making noise."

How many people are scolding their mothers in their hearts, why don't they talk properly? Why don't you slap them in the mouth with your bare hands?

"I just want to ask about some news about the Zuoxian Royal Court and the Golden Tent Royal Court. Please cooperate and keep it safe."

"Who are you?" A saint said solemnly.

Jiang Fan glanced at him: "I am asking you now, not you asking me."

"If you have anything to do, you can sit down and talk about it, why bother humiliating us like this?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "That's because you really don't know how to answer the questions I asked. Okay, stop talking nonsense and explain the rules now."

Jiang Fanyin smiled: "Let me tell you a secret first. I always like to play answer questions. If you answer well, answer quickly, and answer correctly, you may survive. Do you remember these three principles?"

Several people looked at each other, but no one said anything.

Jiang Fan frowned and took out an iron drill as thick as a chopstick from his lower back. Several old men recognized it as it was used to thread meat skewers.

"I'll ask again, hear me

without?"

When several people saw him holding an iron drill, they knew something was wrong, but for a while no one said anything.

Jiang Fan impatiently walked to the nearest Grand Master and aimed at his ears: "Can't you hear? I'll help you with everything."

After that, the drill was inserted in.

The great master groaned in pain and arched his body, like a hanging shrimp.

Jiang Fan just stared at him for a long time, stirred again, and then slowly pulled out the drill, dripping with blood.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "This time...do you hear me clearly?"

He looked very devilish, and several barbarian masters became disgraceful.

But surprisingly, no one has spoken yet.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this master is different, his temperament is really strong.

As everyone knows, several holy realms are cursing their mothers crazily. As a holy realm, he is not a being that is admired by thousands of people wherever he goes. Not only is he hanging here wearing a crotch cloth, but he is being raped by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old

The young man threatened him, which really pissed him off.

But the problem is that nowadays, people are like swordsmen and I am like fish and meat, and there is no difference at all. What’s more, the old men behind them have given them huge pressure. They can’t see the realm, but they know that their seven holy realms and three grand masters have been manipulated in an instant.

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I didn’t want the price to drop, but I also didn’t want to be humiliated, so I had to keep silent.

Jiang Fan looked at the situation and sighed: "Okay, I won't say anything. This is to test my patience. Okay."

He grinned: "I'm not impatient."

As he spoke, he stretched out his iron pick and poked small holes in the necks of several people one by one. Immediately, the blood condensed into thin lines and spurted down. Jiang Fan smiled, tore the clothes of several people into strips, and covered several people.

human eyes.

"Do you know? There are about eight to ten kilograms of blood in the human body. This small hole is not big and it flows very slowly. You have about a cup of tea to think about it slowly. I can afford to wait."

After saying that, he stopped talking and slowly walked back, sitting on the ground with a grass stem in his mouth and watching with interest.

Many people don't understand this kind of thing, which is very scary.

Jiang Fan remembered that this method of torture was specifically used to destroy the opponent's psychological defense.

However, it is usually done by blindfolding a person in a quiet room, cutting his blood vessels, placing a basin underneath, and letting him listen to his own blood dripping drop by drop, and feel the fear of the gradual passage of life in the silence.

People who have never experienced this kind of horror cannot feel it, and if they have experienced it, almost no one can survive it, and it usually doesn't take long for them to have a psychological breakdown.

The current conditions are limited, so Jiang Fan has no choice but to simplify things and simplify them, but the effect is roughly the same.
Chapter completed!