The monk who stepped on the flying sword was completely dumbfounded.
He stared dumbfoundedly at Lu Fan who had stepped on his sword and disappeared.
My mind went blank.
Sword flying.
And it’s still extremely fast!
He felt like he was dazzled and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
But soon.
"Ah!!! What a fool!!!!"
From the horizon, a heart-rending scream sounded.
The light blue light that disappeared from sight reappeared, falling from the sky like a shooting star, and quickly reappeared in everyone's sight.
As they got closer and closer, until they could clearly see the scene in front of them, the shocked expressions on everyone's faces suddenly became dull, unbelievable, and even slightly aching.
Because, they saw with their own eyes the light blue glazed flying sword flying back from the sky, and Lu Fan was still among them.
It's just that he no longer had the freedom and ease with which he flew with the sword before, and he didn't even have a foot on the flying sword.
Instead, one hand was firmly grasping the hilt of the sword, his face was extremely pale, his hair was blown into a bun by the wind, his hairline was high, his clothes were messy, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
He is not flying with a sword, but flying with a sword!
"Pfft!"
Seeing Lu Fan like this, Dongfang Yanran couldn't help laughing.
All the Lu family members were also dumbfounded.
This is completely different from the fairy-like spirit and ethereal spirit they had expected before.
It's so embarrassing, so useless.
It's a complete waste of resources, a waste of such a good flying sword!
Lu Fan grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, exerted force with one arm, and slowly climbed up into the air, climbing onto the flying sword again.
He shook his head, smoothed his hair with his hands, and looked at the dumbfounded monk at his feet: "You haven't caught up with me, what a rubbish flying sword, it's too weak, sell it to me for fifty cents, no more."
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from the monk's mouth onto the soles of Lu Fan's feet.
The flying sword he was so proud of was going to be recycled for 50 cents.
Qi and blood attack the heart, and a mouthful of congestion spurts out.
Everyone's expressions changed. They didn't expect that this monk was so narrow-minded. He lost the game and was so angry that he vomited blood.
