Chapter 561

"How come, chen fan, did you know my eldest lady earlier?"

Seeing Chen Fan's performance, Da Danyu opened his mouth quietly. He knew that Chen Fan and Li Yanran's gratitude and resentment a long time ago, but now he is just trying to understand and pretend to be confused. "

Chen Fan didn't want to expose him. He stared at Li Yanran's eyes without looking back and said," Da Danyu doesn't know something. It's not so simple to know. We still have a past experience. "

His words are ambiguous and can be understood by the discerning eye.

However, people who do not know will definitely misunderstand that there is a certain ambiguous element in the past events mentioned by Chen fan.

But where do they know that Chen fan is a bit ambiguous in the face of Li Yanran. He is eager to kill him by himself.

All the humiliation in the Li family, as well as Li Yanran's aggressive again and again, now all float in Chen Fan's mind.

As far as he is concerned, if there is one person alive in the Li family, his big revenge is not considered as revenge!

"Didn't Da Shanyu say that your eldest lady wants to dance the sword? Why don't you start yet?"

Although this sentence is to big Shan Yu said, but Chen Fan's eyes are always looking at Li Yanran.

A pair of eyes have been narrowed together, the light in the eyes flickers from time to time.

"Madam, since chen fan has already spoken, then you can start." Da Shan Yu's voice dropped, then took out a long sword and threw it to Li Yanran.

People can see, Li Yanran one hand sword horizontal, the other hand for the sword finger, from the handle to the tip of the sword, and her momentum, also more and more fierce!

"Whew..."

the sound of breaking the sky roared, and Li Yanran had already moved.

She is not a sword dancer. She wants to kill people.

Each movement has locked Chen Fan's whole body vital point, but each time actually is inferior to each other, is cannot kill.

This is obviously Li Yanran deliberately, or a test of Chen fan, because in the face of such a situation, chen fan is a little nervous or other actions, which may cause a chain reaction.

By Li Yanran a sword to the throat!

However, it is a pity that Chen Fan's psychological quality can not be estimated by ordinary people. No matter what kind of situation he faces, he is not afraid of any change.

I didn't even blink.

Li Yanran seemed to have expected all this, but there was no fluctuation in her expression. While she was waving her sword, her lips lit up and she began to recite poetry.

"In Li's house in Qingyang Pavilion."

With the export of the first poem, Li Yanran's action became more and more fierce, just like a raging river, whistling past.

But in contrast, chen fan is still as towering as Mount Tai, as if nothing in front of him can cause his mind to fluctuate.

"Eighteen years ago, this meeting was held together."

The second poem exports, Huo Mingxin has been nearly knocked down by the strong wind, only to see him cling to the pillar behind him, barely controlling his body shape.

As if standing in the center of the storm, chen fan is awe inspiring. He is strong from him, and the wind blows the hills!

"A song full of wine."

In Li Yanran's mouth, song read out the third verse, at the same time, this confrontation, also seems to have entered the high tide.

She used all her spiritual strength to gather her strength to the point of the sword and stabbed Chen Fan's head.

This time, eyes full of murderous gas, as if to kill Chen Fan on the banquet.

Huo Mingxin is shocked. He wants to stand up to defend chen fan or block the sword for him, but his body is not controlled by the brain at all.

Even vaguely, an idea came to mind.

"Better to die than to live."

In this way, a little sword flash, with dazzling light, with a murderous momentum, stabbed chen fan.

And Chen fan, still do not avoid!

"Whew!"

The strong wind dissipated, chen fan's wild dancing hair fell slowly, and Li Yanran's sword tip finally stopped at half an inch of his eyebrow.

At the same time, Li Yanran also recited the last poem.

"Where does life not meet?"