Lin Fan's eyes flashed coldly.

This was already the second time that the Rakshasa left envoy showed his murderous intention towards him in such a straightforward and obvious manner. He gently placed the rosewood box at his feet. He squinted at the Rakshasa left envoy from the outside in, dragging the knife in. .

"You... are dissatisfied with me?" There was a hint of coldness in Lin Fan's words.

The Rakshasa left envoy sneered: "More than dissatisfied? I wish I could kill you with a knife."

"Then let's try it." Lin Fan took a deep breath, and endless energy rolled in.

"Do you still have this king in your eyes?" King Rakshasa shouted angrily, her eyes filled with ice and coldness.

The Rakshasa left envoy was silent for a moment: "My king, I want to kill him."

"If you dare to kill him, I will kill you." King Rakshasa scolded, his eyes became colder, and he shouted: "You are getting more and more presumptuous."

The Rakshasa Zuo Shi laughed, his words were desolate and sad, and then he raised the broadsword behind him and tapped Lin Fan's eyebrows three times.

"Haha..." Lin Fan chuckled, and he stood up, his right hand smashing the sky, and his left hand Can Hong.

Are you being bullied to this extent?

"What are you going to do?" King Rakshasa suddenly looked back: "Are you also going to rebel?"

Lin Fan glanced at her: "Get it clear, Master, I am not your subordinate."

"Buzz!"

A sword light suddenly struck, rushing out from the broad sword like a snow-white horse, hanging upside down across the Milky Way.

With a clang, Can Hong shot out a fiery red sword light, defeating it, but Lin Fan himself also groaned.

The injury was too serious, and the body and soul were far from healed, and could not support such a level of battle, but so what?

He held his halberd and moved forward. The long river of time was rolling forward, and three figures were about to step onto the bank.

"That's enough." King Rakshasa angrily scolded: "Xiao Zuo, I'm giving you a chance. If you withdraw now, I will pretend that nothing has happened. If you dare to go any further..."

"My king, what should I do if the mark goes further?"

Rakshasa Zuo narrowed his eyes, and with just one sentence, it seemed that he had exhausted all his courage, and his eyes stared straight out from the iron-colored mask.

"The king will find another envoy to the left, and you will find another place."

King Rakshasa said it simply and easily.

Rakshasa Zuo retracted the broadsword he raised and remained silent for a long time: "I understand."

He left, heading outside, facing the setting sun, his back was very desolate.

Rakshasa's right envoy's expression changed again and again.

"You don't need to say anything more, just go and accompany him." King Rakshasa waved his hand, and the envoy of Rakshasa sighed, then bowed and retreated.

"That's the kind of temper he has." King Rakshasa looked at Lin Fan: "You are so arrogant."

Lin Fan smiled casually: "It's normal to be jealous, but he got it wrong. You and I..."

King Rakshasa narrowed his eyes, continued the conversation, and asserted: "It's impossible."

Lin Fan spread his hands, and then his eyes turned cold: "But... I don't have the habit of enduring being pointed at with a knife. If you don't want to lose a helping hand, you'd better ask him to be more honest. You should know that I It’s really not difficult to kill him.”

King Rakshasa didn't say much.

If not for the various experiences and encounters along the way, I would have heard such words coming from Lin Fan's mouth.

She will laugh and ridicule.

But after witnessing it with her own eyes, how terrifying and unnatural it was, she didn't dare to say anything.

"I will restrain him."

"I hope so." Lin Fan stretched out and said lazily: "This Rakshasa Pill is indeed a holy product for healing, but Tai Ba Lie, it was the work of a god master who pursues the ultimate medicinal power, but it is only Refined for high-level cultivators."

King Rakshasa nodded and said: "With the strength of your body, this medicine is unlikely to cause any damage to you."

Lin Fan glanced and curled his lips: "Is this your last Rakshasa Pill?"

The Rakshasa King nodded imperceptibly.

Lin Fan smiled and said: "It seems that your leftist envoy is afraid that he will treat you..."

King Rakshasa's eyes were slightly cold, and he said: "The immortality of the heavenly clan, love, etc. have nothing to do with me. Including you, there is no need to talk about these in front of me."

Lin Fan chuckled: "Okay, you ask your right-hand man to collect some medicinal materials for me."

"A majestic master, there is no ancient medicine field?" King Rakshasa looked sarcastic in his eyes, and then said: "I have one or two pieces for you."

She is very generous.

It's like a rich man showing off in front of beggars.

Lin Fan said: "Except for me, there is no such thing as an ancient medicine field. It's just because...the medicinal materials grown in my medicine field are too rare and rare, and the requirements for refining this Rakshasa Pill are too common and ordinary.

so……"

King Rakshasa's eyes were slightly cold.

Lin Fan smiled and said: "But I still thank you for your kindness. However, with my master's legacy, I am afraid that I will look down on the world's medicinal fields."

King Rakshasa's eyes became even colder.

Somehow, it seemed that after rescuing herself from this loser and beheading the two ancestors, she would be in an invisible disadvantage in front of him, which made her very unhappy.

The original intention is to use this medicinal field to stimulate and bully the other party, so that I can regain my confidence in front of this trash.

As a result, she was ridiculed.

"What medicinal materials do you want?" King Rakshasa had a cold face. Suddenly, she was surprised and covered her red lips: "You want to refine Rakshasa Pill? Didn't you say that it was refined by the God Master?"

Lin Fan glanced at her and said: "I am indeed far from that level, but I can still imitate it. Although the effect is definitely not as good as it is, it is better than mild. Even minor cultivators in the body tempering realm can take it.

"

King Rakshasa's eyes lit up and he said: "I will provide all the medicinal materials, but I need 30,000."

Lin Fan almost staggered.

Thirty thousand pieces!

Does this require him to refine elixirs day and night for several days?

"You're dreaming, three hundred at most." Lin Fan said angrily: "Do you think making alchemy is just making clay balls? Is it that simple and easy?"

A shyness appeared on King Rakshasa's face for the first time. She did feel that she was a bit too much, but soon, her eyes stood up: "Three thousand!"

"Go away." Lin Fan angrily shouted: "A thousand at most."

"two thousand."

"One thousand and five, you are saying too much, I am on strike and I will not serve you." Lin Fan sneered.

"Okay, one thousand and five, if you miss one, I will cut off one of your fingers." King Rakshasa sneered.

Outside the cave.

"Why is this so?" Rakshasa's right envoy said, his eyes filled with distress and admiration: "You know...Wang Wuxin."

"Unintentional?" Rakshasa Zuo made a sad smile: "If my king really has no intention...why do you protect that waste again and again?"

Rakshasa's right envoy said: "Namu Yi saved my king many times, and it is reasonable for my king to protect him."

"It makes sense?" A twisted and ferocious look appeared in Rakshasa Zuo's eyes: "Then...my king is no longer perfect, so how should we explain it?"

Rakshasa's pupils narrowed sharply.

After a while, she said: "That is also my king's choice."

"Choice? Why can't it be me? I have been with her for eight thousand seven hundred and ninety-three years...how many storms..."
Chapter completed!