Chapter 649

Kuhuang grass is a kind of high-level spirit grass, which has an incomparable effect even on the innate peak.

Who doesn't want to be jealous?

These ancient warriors are just a small number of people who come after them. If other people know that Kuhuang grass is here, they will not hesitate to put down everything and come here crazily.

Just in a flash, the atmosphere on the scene was completely ignited, and everyone fell into madness.

Sword light, sword shadow, blood storm shot.

Here, it's a hell on earth.

Twenty or thirty ancient warriors fell into a crazy scuffle for a withered yellow grass.

At this time, there are no friends, only enemies.

Whoever gets the withered yellow grass is the enemy.

The withered yellow grass belongs to whoever can hold on to the end.

One by one, the broken arms are cut, one by one, the lives are harvested, and the madness is almost unimaginable.

This is definitely the biggest scuffle of ancient martial arts in the history of the secular world. I dare not say that there will be no one after it, but it is absolutely unprecedented.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, some scalp numbness, he did not dare to rush forward, but also pull song Rumei away from some distance.

The scene is too brutal, even if he also wanted to wither yellow grass, but now rush up, that is to seek death.

"Wang Fan, I don't want the withered yellow grass. I just want to be with you. Even if my mother comes and my elder martial sister comes, I will not leave you again. Take me. Let's go back to Jinzhou and live a good life, OK? "

Song Rumei nestles in Wang Fan's arms, and her eyes are full of tenderness.

"Yes, but we still want the withered yellow grass. Why don't we get hurt so badly for the withered yellow grass? "

Wang Fan said, took out the silver needle, in Song Rumei body quickly tied up.

Just in a flash, song Rumei's injury was stopped, and the injury almost healed.

Of course, there is no way for Wang Fan to deal with internal injuries, but song Rumei is much better now than before, and her combat effectiveness has recovered at least 30%.

"Mr. Song, if you believe me, you can go first and wait for me at Hongcheng hotel. As soon as I get the Kuhuang grass, I'll come to you right away. "

Song Rumei listened to Wang Fan's words, her eyes were a little sad, "Wang Fan, is the withered yellow grass really so important to you? Is the strength really so important to you?"

"I'm not afraid that you will swallow the withered yellow grass alone. I'm afraid that you will not have life to go back. If I had known that the withered yellow grass would cause such madness, I would never have stirred the muddy water. Let's go back, OK? I'm afraid you have something to do

Wang Fan grabs song Rumei's hand and kisses her on the forehead. "Strength is really important to me. I haven't avenged myself and offended so many people. How can I do without strength?"

"Don't worry, I will do what I can, and I will never make fun of my own life. If there's a chance, I'll grab it. If there's no chance, I won't do it. "

"Well, you must be careful." Song Rumei sighed helplessly. She knew that it was meaningless to persuade Wang Fan again.

"Well, remember to wait for me in the hotel. I'll come to you when I'm done here." Wang Fan said.

Song Rumei nodded, stood up and took a deep look at Wang Fan, then left here.

Song Rumei left, although some people saw, but did not care, they care about the yellow grass.

Wang fan saw song Rumei leave, also greatly relieved.

As he watched the fight, he regained his strength.

If he didn't see the withered yellow grass, he would never give up now that he saw it.

What's more, the two leaves of Zhilan that he managed to get, and even the spirit grass that he snatched from Yan Zhenliang, are still in his backpack on the ground. How can he leave willingly?

If he left at this time, it would be empty handed.

The scuffle at the scene is coming to an end. The original 20 or 30 ancient warriors are dead and wounded, and only the last five can stand.

These five people are all born in the middle, and their breath is weak.

After another one was killed, the other four stopped fighting and turned to Wang Fan.

Obviously, they are not fools, and they don't want Wang Fan to be a fisherman.

"Boy, you just the day after tomorrow, don't think about the idea of beating withered and yellow grass, you are not qualified."

"Now if you go away immediately, I won't care about your rudeness and give you a living. If you don't go away, don't blame us for being rude."

One of them looked at Wang Fan and cheered coldly.

What is withered yellow grass? Can it be touched by a day after tomorrow? Wang Fan still wants to be a fisherman, so don't dream.

"The big brother said, I can roll, but before I roll, can I take my backpack?"

"I don't want to touch the withered yellow grass, and I don't want the withered yellow grass. It's just my stuff. It's no problem for me to take it back. What do you think?"

Wang Fan walked slowly towards the four, nodded and bowed, and asked carefully."Your backpack? Don't dream! Roll or not. If not, leave your life behind. " The man almost laughed when he heard Wang Fan's words.

The day after tomorrow, a grasshopper who dares to make terms with him is just looking for death.

"I'll go, I'll go." Wang fanzhan said with chestnut, lowered his head and began to retreat.

The four men were relieved to see Wang Fan retreat. The boy is wise, otherwise, they don't mind killing Wang Fan.

But the next second, their faces changed.

Bang, Wang Fan, who retreated, jumped up and rushed to the two backpacks.

Wang Fan's speed is extremely fast, almost to the extreme.

"To die!" The one who was closest to the backpack changed his face. He roared wildly and punched Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, sneered, people in mid air, his right leg has been flying, across an arc, hard pedal to the congenital middle of the head.

The momentum is strong.

This leg, Wang fan used 90% strength, momentum amazing.

In the middle of congenitally, I felt Wang Fan's attack and his face changed greatly. It seemed that I didn't expect that a mere day after tomorrow's peak could kick such an amazing kick.

Subconsciously, he began to step back and reach out to block. It's just that as soon as he had done all this, his face changed again.

Wang Fan's right leg unexpectedly inconceivable a turn, tiptoe picked to the backpack of the ground.

"Son of a bitch, seek death!" At this time, how can the congenital middle age not know that he has been cheated?

He blew his beard and glared angrily, and he tried to kill Wang Fan. Just at this moment, Wang Fan suddenly hit him.

At the moment when Wang Fan's fist burst out, his palm spread out and a pile of soil smashed into his eyes.

Wang Fan quickly grabbed two backpacks, turned around and ran.

"Shameless child, if I don't kill you, I swear not to be a human being!" The woman covered her eyes and growled angrily.

His anger can burn the whole snow mountain.

It's a shame to be teased by a mole ant in the middle of the day, and even be overcast by the earth.

What makes him vomit blood is that even if he is angry, he can only bear it now, because he can't even open his eyes, let alone go after Wang Fan.

The other three congenitally recovered, and Wang Fan had already grabbed the backpack and shot into the distance.

They just froze for a moment, and then they did not hesitate to catch up.

As for the Yin by the congenital middle, they even ignore.

They are also secretly hating in their hearts that they can't even clean up Wang Fan.

If they had known that, they would have done it together.