"Zhao Ba, don't go too far. You are alone, and we have so many people in the Silkworms, can you deal with it?" Wu Jianlong, who was ridiculed, waved his hand coldly, and a group of warriors behind him took out their weapons and looked at Zhou Fan coldly.

Since Zhou Fan refused to retreat, he had no choice but to take action.

The warriors who lined up to get into the pit all flew back, afraid of being affected.

In Wu Jianlong's opinion, even if Zhou Fan is a Taoist cultivator, he is only a single person. No matter how strong a person is, it is limited. There are 150 people in their Poison Silkworm Gang. If they really want to fight, they will use the number of people to kill him!

People in the Land of Hundreds are originally desperate people who dare to fight, and Wu Jianlong is even more so!

Wu Jianlong held the long sword and looked at Zhou Fan with vigilantly. Everyone in the Land of Hundreds knew that Zhou Fan was good at a magic trick that could instantly cut off a person's head. However, he knew that the Taoist cultivators were not invincible, but on the contrary, there were many restrictions.

He had defensive equipment and talismans on his body, which was also the reason why he dared to face Zhou Fan.

Of course, it is another thing to dare to fight to the death. Once a war begins, he will be cautious and try to use his subordinates' lives to consume the true energy in Zhou Fan's body first.

Then wait for his two companions to bring people to support him, and then use the human-sea tactic to kill him. Maybe after this battle, the reputation of their Silkworm Gang will increase greatly.

Zhou Fan just took a cold look at Wu Jianlong, and the long sword was unsheathed from his waist, and a blood-colored sword aura shot out from the knife!

Wu Jianlong saw that it was a sword aura, not a magic trick. It was not so easy to avoid it at such a close range of sword aura. Moreover, this was just the first sword, so he could not avoid it. If he avoided it, the morale of his subordinates would fall to the bottom later.

Wu Jianlong's thoughts were as if his long sword was slashed out.

A black palm-wide sword aura flew out and collided with the blood-colored sword aura.

Wu Jianlong didn't dare to be careless. He knew that even if the true qi of the Huayuan Realm cultivator who had just entered the Dao Realm would be much stronger than that of the Qi Gang section. He raised his sword again, trying to cut out the second sword aura to deal with the blood-colored sword aura or subsequent moves that Zhou Fan slashed out.

But Zhou Fan had already put his knife in the sheath.

The blood-colored sword aura shattered the black sword aura. Wu Jianlong, who had just raised the sword, thudded with a thunder, and countless blood in his body exploded out of his body, splashing like a waterfall hitting a rock.

Wu Jianlong became a mummy with broken skin wrapped in bones, and blood splashed on some warriors behind him, splashing on their faces.

Everyone was stunned with shock.

With just one knife, Wu Jianlong, who was in the Qi Gang high section, was so strange that he died.

They don’t even know if this is martial arts or magic?

Such bloody and cruel methods shocked everyone. Of course, Zhou Fan's martial arts was a martial art, but it was just a blood sword energy that merged with the blood waterfall of the strange sea.

He rarely uses it outside because the blood waterfall in the strange sea is too cruel. He either dies or is injured when he uses it. However, in the land of Baizhai, there is no such concern.

Zhou Fan looked at the gang members of the Poison Silkworm Gang, fear appeared on his face and a desire to retreat in his heart.

How can they deal with a person who can kill their leader with one knife? It can only be seen whether they can escape.

Zhou Fan did not mean to take action, but said coldly: "You can leave and go back and tell you two gang leaders. If you don't agree, you can come to me, but you must be prepared for your life."

None of the fifty people from the Poison Silkworm Gang dared to speak more, but quickly retreated and left here.

Zhou Fan walked over and picked up Wu Jianlong's blood-stained talisman bag and the money bag that had just collected some of the money he had taken.

He ignored the onlookers, but instead used his true energy to shout into the pit: "Come up to me within ten breaths, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

There were dangers everywhere in the huge pit, and those who went down the pit early did not go far. When they heard the shouts from the pit, they knew that something must have happened above and ran to the top.

When they saw that it was Zhou Fan, the people who came up from the pit were at a loss.

"Refund your pit fee and leave here for me." Zhou Fan did not talk nonsense to them, took out the pit fee from his money bag and threw it to those who were pitting.

Almost all the warriors who went down the pit could recognize Zhou Fan, a Taoist cultivator who had just arrived in Baizhai. No one dared to say anything. Instead, he collected the money to go down the pit and merged into the group of martial artists watching the fun, and then whispered to find out what had happened.

The reason why Zhou Fan returned the pit fee to the person who took the pit was that there was no need to gain a bad reputation among these low-level warriors in the Hundred-Godlands for the sake of this small amount of money. After all, the King of Hell is easy to mess with, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with.

Zhou Fan also wanted to establish an image that he had certain principles in doing things, so that he could complete his plan in a hundred places.

After returning the pit fee from the Poison Silkworm Gang, Zhou Fan looked at the warriors and said coldly: "This giant pit is mine. Without my permission, no one is allowed to step into this giant pit in the future."

"I am alone and I can't send someone to guard it. You can go down secretly, but don't let me see you in the pit, otherwise don't blame me for being rude in the knife in my hand."

What Zhou Fan said directly made some luck in the hearts of some people disappear without a trace. If they really met Zhou Fan in the pit, they would definitely not be able to escape. There is no need to sneak into this huge pit in order to save this little bit of money.

After all, there are not many stone pits that can be chosen in the land of Baigu.

"Senior Zhao, aren't your stone pit open to the public?" Someone couldn't help asking.

Many forces control the stone pit, and make huge profits by collecting money or material patterns from the warriors who have dropped the pit.

"Not open to the public." After Zhou Fan said this, he turned around and walked into the pit.

The warriors standing on the giant pit stood for a while, and when they saw that there was no fun, they dispersed, either planning to change the giant pit and continue to go down the pit or doing other things.

"What do you think will happen if the giant pit of the Silkworm Gang is robbed?" A warrior asked with a gloating smile.

The giant pits that can produce Yuan crystals have great value. Such giant pits are controlled by powerful forces in the land of hundreds of wolves. If the Poison Silkworm Gang had not had three Qigang warriors, it would have been impossible for them to occupy such a giant pit.

Zhou Fan robbed the giant pit, which was equivalent to breaking the Poison Silkworm Gang's money bag, which was a very serious matter.

But will the Poison Silkworm Gang really dare to fight against a Taoist cultivator who can kill Qigang warriors with one move?

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The two leaders of the Poison Silkworm Gang who were notified to bring people to rescue, Guo Muyang and Zhang Yi met the Poison Silkworm Gang who had escaped from the Poison Silkworm Gang before they arrived at the Giant Teng.

After they learned from them that Wu Jianlong had been killed by Zhou Fan with one knife, they were all stunned.

"Let's go, let's talk about it later!" Guo Muyang glanced at the anxious gang members and said in a deep voice.

The stronghold of the Poison Silkworm Gang is in a small pit that is only one acre.

There are simple wooden houses built in the small pit. The wooden house in the center is the largest and can accommodate about twenty people. This is the place where the three gang leaders and their confidants discuss drinking and having fun.

But today the small leaders in the gang were not allowed to enter, only Guo Muyang and Zhang Yi were there.
Chapter completed!