Lu Fan stepped on the flying sword and looked down at the last monk.
Finally, the monk looked at him with malicious eyes and said nothing for a long time.
What they planned was that the last competition would be a magic weapon competition.
He holds a heavenly magic weapon in his hand, which is enough to kill all the families in Middle-earth instantly.
It's impossible to lose.
However, in front of the top-quality flying sword at Lu Fan's feet, he didn't even have the courage to take it out.
The best flying sword.
Even in an overseas fairyland, it is a divine magic weapon that can drive people crazy.
The number of magic weapons that can be found can be counted on one hand.
His eyes were fixed on the blue flying sword at Lu Fan's feet, with a look of greed in his eyes.
He believed that once he went back this time and told the mastermind behind him that a divine flying sword had appeared in the seventh room of the Lu family, just by passing on the news, he would not only be able to cover up the failure of the mission, but also receive heavy rewards from above.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Fan stared at him doubtfully: "Please start your performance. You are the only one left. Finish your performance quickly. It's time for me to go to bed."
"Yes, according to the best-of-three-game rule, my brother Lu has already won."
"You should cut off your arms now and get out of our camp."
Lu Xiaochen scolded in a deep voice, they had been humiliated by this overseas monk for a day, and finally had a chance to feel proud.
"Haha, what's the rush?"
The monk smiled faintly and stood up: "I have to admit that today we are really eye-opening. We never thought that in this middle-earth where spiritual energy has been declining for thousands of years, there are still people who can shine."
"But, I don't think we need to do this at all."
"The discussion between monks should be from point to point."
"Killing people and maiming them is the behavior of barbarians."
Under the puzzled looks of all the Lu family members, the monk smiled lightly and said, "We admit defeat and leave the choice of contestants in your hands."
"This is my farewell. I hope to see you again in the next competition."
He has no mind to think about anything else now. He just wants to go back quickly and tell the superiors about the top-quality flying sword.
The monk's eyes were greedy, he gave Feijian a hard look, helped his companion up and was about to leave.
"Who said they were letting you go?"
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Either we finish the competition, or we cut off both arms and leave them alone before leaving."
"otherwise."
He smiled softly: "I'm afraid you may even have to stay with your life."
Lu Fan's tone at this time exuded murderous intent.
He was extremely disgusted with these overseas monks. What's more, these three people's request was that after winning, he would give Dongfang Yanran to them.
Now that I am about to lose, I pat my butt and want to leave.
Lu Fan is no longer the Lu Fan he was before. He has experienced countless things and his character has already changed.
He knew why these people were anxious to leave.
"Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, the three monks burst into wild laughter.
After hearing Lu Fan's words, it was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world and couldn't hold it back.
They stopped and turned to look at Lu Fan. The energy in their bodies began to release, with sinister and playful expressions on their faces.
Moreover, the murderous magic weapons hidden under their bodies have also been activated, and they were held in the palm of their hands silently.
"You said you planned to kill the three of us?"
The leader of the monks had a sarcastic look on his face.
