Shit luck?!

Hearing this, many of the strong people around were stunned for a moment, and then nodded one after another, thinking deeply.

In their opinion, Ye Fan was able to return with the whip of the gods, which was really a big shit luck.

Looking at the whip in his hand, the eyes of many strong people were a little hot.

At this moment, Ye Fan is holding a whip, just like a child holding a gold ingot, swaggering through the market on the main road, how can he not be coveted?

Feeling these malicious eyes, Ye Fan didn't care, took a step, and continued to walk up the stone steps.

But he hadn't taken a few steps when a deafening shout came from behind him:

"Boy, stop me!"

The next moment, a figure shot out like an arrow from a string, rushing to Ye Fan's side, blocking his way.

Looking at it closely, it was a man in his early thirties, burly, powerful, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and a three-foot long sword hung from his waist, even if it was hidden in the sheath, it revealed the killing intent.

"Sting!"

Suddenly, he looked at the whip, licked the corners of his mouth, and said greedily: "Boy, give me this treasure obediently!"

"Hmph!" Ye Fan snorted coldly and said, "This is a treasure I got at the risk of my life, how can I give it to someone because of your words?"

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty! Such a treasure, how can a mortal man like you have it! If you are stubborn, then I will let your blood be spattered on the spot!"

As he spoke, the big man's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes stared directly at Ye Fan, as if he was about to strike a thunderous blow in the next moment.

The tense atmosphere is like a bowstring pulled to the full moon, and with the slightest stimulation, it will break.

Under this coercion, Ye Fan was not only afraid, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and said jokingly:

"Do you want the baby in my hand?

Other competitors?!

Hearing this, the big man was slightly stunned, and he didn't react at once.

Suddenly, as if to confirm Ye Fan's words, several terrifying auras suddenly erupted from behind.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Immediately after, seven or eight figures galloped towards Ye Fan's position.

Everyone's body reveals a powerful power, no less than that big man, a Xuanjing Grandmaster, with extraordinary strength.

At the first time, someone recognized their identity:

"The head of the Mobei family, Fang Jiuyang, it is rumored that he is cultivating the "Burning Sun Divine Skill", and every blow at will carries the purest Burning Yang Qi, which is extremely strong and strong!"

"Li Dingjun, the successor of the Gun King, has cultivated his marksmanship to the realm of supernatural transformation, and the power of one shot is enough to tear the sky!"

"The Five Tigers Broken Door Knife Sect Master, with all his strength, he can split a hundred knives within a second, and the ghosts and gods are easy!"

"Ice Xuan Palace Palace Master Miaoyu Fairy, any enemy who is hit by her Ice Spirit Divine Palm will be frozen into an ice hole!"

......

One by one, the famous powerhouses in the ancient martial arts world all appeared, surrounding Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was at ease, still looking calm and light, and he didn't even frown.

But the big man who showed off his martial arts before was no longer arrogant, and his face was as ugly as eating.

He never expected that the birth of this magic weapon would attract so many strong people to snatch it!

If he gets the whip, I am afraid that it will attract other strong people to attack him, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

For a while, there was a stalemate in the field, and many strong people restrained each other, forming a delicate balance, and no one dared to take the lead.

Suddenly, Miaoyu Zhenren, the palace master of the Bingxuan Palace, took a step forward, and Shi Shiran saluted:

"This son, as long as you hand over this magic weapon to this palace, this palace will not only protect you, but also give you three ice spirit pills to ensure that you will break through the realm of grandmasters within a year!"

Although this Miaoyu real person is not beautiful, it has a dusty temperament, and a blue tulle dances in the wind, like a fairy who wants to fly away in the wind.

And her voice is even more charming, invisibly seems to have the power to deceive people's hearts, which makes people fascinated, and can't help but want to give souls and souls.

"Humph!"

At this time, Li Dingjun, the successor of the Gun King next to him, sneered:

"Little brother, don't be bewitched by this old witch, she looks young, but her age is more than enough for your grandmother! You give me this treasure, I will personally pass on your marksmanship, it won't take a few years to ensure that you will create a reputation in the rivers and lakes!"

Next, the other strong people were not to be outdone, and they offered conditions one after another, wanting to exchange for the whip in Ye Fan's hand, and some even said that they would marry their only daughter to Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan's eyes were still clear, completely unmoved, his gaze swept over everyone, and said lightly:

"No more nonsense! No matter what conditions you offer, I will not exchange!"

As soon as these words came out, those strong men suddenly showed angry faces, and their fierce eyes were like sharp blades out of the sheath, stabbing at Ye Fan fiercely, and there seemed to be invisible sparks of lightning in the air.

"Boy, if you don't hand over this treasure, you will definitely die without a place to be buried!" said a strong man viciously, obviously eating Ye Fan and treating him as fish on the chopping board.

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered and said loudly: "The powerhouse in the dignified ancient martial arts world actually snatched it in broad daylight, and even wanted to kill people and sell goods! If this thing spreads, I'm afraid it will make people laugh off their big teeth!"

At this time, Li Dingjun, the heir of the Gun King, took a step forward suddenly, and at the same time waved the spear in his hand, and the air around him was torn apart.

The tip of the gun pointed directly at Ye Fan, and at a glance, Li Dingjun scolded sharply: "Boy, are you really not afraid of death, and you want to be enemies of so many of us?"

"Huh...... I'm not even afraid of the Zhang family, how can I be afraid of a few of you?" Ye Fan's calm tone didn't pay attention to the few strong people in front of him at all.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Arrogance!"

Those strong men shouted at the same time, as if they had been greatly humiliated, and they were furious.

In their opinion, it is already a great mercy that they are willing to offer conditions in exchange for beating the divine whip, Ye Fan is not only ungrateful, but dares to provoke like this, it is really an unforgivable sin!

"I don't know the height of the sky, boy, do you think that if you get this treasure after walking shit luck, you can pretend to be forced in front of us?

Suddenly, someone proposed, "Everyone, let's kill this kid first, and then decide who that treasure belongs!"

These powerhouses in the ancient martial arts world are arrogant and arrogant, and regard human life as a mustard.

If it is in a big city, they will still be restrained, for fear of being targeted by the Chinese government.

But this is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, even if Ye Fan is killed, no one can control it at all.

"Look—guns!"

Li Dingjun shouted, the momentum on his body skyrocketed, and his figure shot out like a long rainbow through the sun.

"Hello!"

Between the lightning and the fire, he fired hundreds of shots, and the cold stars on the tips of the guns flickered, covering the sky and the sun, and shrouded towards Ye Fan's position.

Looking at the shadow of the gun in the sky, ordinary people can't judge the real position of the tip of the gun, if they are pierced, there will definitely be dozens of blood holes on the body, and they will be killed on the spot.

At this time, a warrior in the distance exclaimed:

"This Li Dingjun is worthy of being the heir of the King of Guns, the gun is like a dragon, destroying the withering and decaying!"

"In the face of this move, even if it is a strong person in the realm, I am afraid that he can only temporarily avoid the edge!"

"Hey, hey, that's dead!"

"Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning!"

......

However, in the face of this gun shadow in the sky, Ye Fan did not dodge or dodge, and said disdainfully:

"Flashy and unrealistic, this is also a superior marksmanship? It's ridiculous! Look at the whip!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan flicked his wrist, and the whip in his hand was suddenly thrown out, like a dark yellow dragon, breaking free from the shackles and getting out of trouble, with a huge momentum.

Not only that, but those obsessions trapped in the whip of the gods also surged out, as if they were about to devour the heavens and the earth.

"Not good!"

In an instant, Li Dingjun's heart shook tremblingly, an unprecedented sense of foreboding came to his heart, his spine was cold, and he felt the great horror between life and death.

He subconsciously wanted to collect his gun for defense, but after all, he was too late.

The dark yellow whip of the gods, carrying unrivaled might, was firmly pumped into his chest.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the shadows of the guns in the sky dissipated.

The power of a blow is like a co-worker's anger touching Zhou Mountain, not to mention the mortal body of the body, even if it is ten thousand high mountains, it can be broken.

Li Dingjun's body was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down for 100 meters, and crashing into the mountain wall before falling to the ground.

When I looked closely, I saw a long whip mark, which ran through the entire chest, drenched in blood, white bones, and shocking.

Li Dingjun didn't even have time to scream, his head was crooked, he fainted, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.