There is a saying that Meng Fan must discover this fatal problem as soon as possible, otherwise if his IQ is really pulled to the same level as Wu Tian, problems will occur sooner or later.
"Senior Brother Meng, Brother Meng, Father Meng, hurry up, I can't bear it anymore." Wu Tian shouted to Meng Fan with a constipated expression on his face.
Meng Fan glanced at Wu Tian and felt that this kid could last for about ten minutes, so he was not in a hurry.
He thought for a while and said, "I don't want much in reward. You can make a price yourself. How many spiritual stones do you think your little life is worth?"
After hearing this, the expression of constipation on Wu Tian's face became even more serious.
this……
Isn't it too humiliating to set a price for yourself?
Fortunately, Wu Tian has always been shameless, and he said tentatively without hesitation: "I think my little life is worth a thousand spiritual stones!!"
Meng Fan didn't say anything. With a cold face, he stared at Wu Tian for three seconds with a death stare, then turned around and left.
Wu Tian was immediately in a panic. He couldn't be too anxious, because the situation at this moment was indeed too dangerous.
Moreover, Meng Fan was indeed not a virtuous person in his mind. He was really worried that Meng Fan would not save him.
So he quickly shouted to Meng Fan's back: "Ten thousand spiritual stones, Senior Brother Meng, I think my little life is worth ten thousand spiritual stones!"
In Wu Tian's opinion, 10,000 spirit stones are already a sky-high price.
Although he felt that his life should theoretically contain more than 10,000 spirit stones, Meng Fan had always looked down on himself, so he shouldn't overestimate his worth at this time, right?
Then under Wu Tian's gaze, Meng Fan turned around, turned around, and uttered five words.
"One hundred thousand spiritual stones!"
Hearing this number, even though Wu Tian was exhausted, his eyes were still wide open at this moment, and he even stretched his neck subconsciously.
"Senior Brother Meng, are you kidding? Where can I get you 100,000 spiritual stones?" He is now so poor that he doesn't even have a thousand spiritual stones, otherwise he wouldn't have thought about the swords like the sword pavilion.
One hundred thousand spirit stones, this number is simply a fantasy.
Meng Fan shook his head and said: "I'm not asking you for it now. I owe it to you first. When you have it, you can return it to me when the time comes, or I can pick it up myself when the time comes!"
It would probably be difficult to get Wu Tian to repay the money willingly, but Meng Fan didn't mind picking it up in person.
"Deal!" Wu Tian gritted his teeth and said cruelly, without any trace of ink.
In this regard, he is quite courageous.
No matter what, surviving first is the most important thing.
As for the one hundred thousand spiritual stones, if you think about it carefully, there is no difference between the ten thousand spiritual stones. Anyway, the debt is too much to bear!
Hearing Wu Tian's agreement, Meng Fan nodded with a smile on his face, stopped teasing Wu Tian, and turned to look at the many swords on the third floor of the sword pavilion.
At this level, most of the swords are magic swords, and a small number of swords are Tao swords.
Whether it is a magic sword or a Tao sword, they are extremely terrifying swords. It is difficult for ordinary monks who are condensing pills to deal with them, let alone Tianyuan realm monks like Wu Tian.
Meng Fan glanced at the swords on the third floor of the sword pavilion and quickly locked onto one of them.
The sword energy that swept across the three levels of the sword pavilion was actually bursting out from this sword.
Although the source of the trouble was found, Meng Fan's face became increasingly ugly, and he did not feel relieved.
Because this sword is not a Dharma sword, but a Dao sword!
What Wu Tian, an idiot, provoked was actually a Dao sword.
To be honest, at this moment, Meng Fan had the urge not to care about Wu Tian's life or death, because this kind of person really wanted to die and deserved to die.
But considering Mr. Lin's affection and face, it was really difficult for him to let Wu Tian fend for himself.
"What the hell are you crazy about? You don't provoke so many magical swords, but you provoke a Taoist sword?" Meng Fan cursed angrily at Wu Tian.
In fact, he had predicted the situation on the third floor of Jiange before, and what happened in front of him was exactly the worst situation he expected!
Wu Tian in the corner heard Meng Fan's angry scolding and whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't provoke her, it was she who insisted on provoking me."
But in this case, Meng Fan naturally wouldn't pay attention to Wu Tian's whispered thoughts.
His attention has been completely focused on the Dao sword.
If he had a magical sword, he would still have the confidence to suppress or even surrender.
But Dao Sword...
I really don’t dare to have this kind of confidence!
But now the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He had to find a way to suppress this Dao sword.
Of course, if he really couldn't do it, he could only give up decisively.
After all, Wu Tian was dead when he died, and Meng Fan couldn't be buried with him because he was hot-headed.
Seeing the sword energy raging in the sword pavilion, Meng Fan took a deep breath, held the red sword in his hand, and walked towards the Dao sword facing the sword energy.
These sword energies are not too strong, so they are only strong enough to bully Wu Tian, and cannot be used by Meng Fan.
But when Meng Fan walked closer and walked into the sword aura, he found that the sword aura around him suddenly became stronger.
However, the sword energy near Wu Tian did not become stronger.
this……
Meng Fan instantly understood that this Dao sword was deliberately targeting Wu Tian, or teasing Wu Tian or teasing Wu Tian.
But now, this Dao sword seems to want to do the same thing, teasing himself just like it teased Wu Tian.
Thinking of this, Meng Fan's face suddenly turned cold.
This is not the first time he has come to the third floor of Jiange Pavilion. The last time he came with Mr. Lin, the entire third floor of Jiange Pavilion was calm.
Now that Mr. Lin left, sword weapons suddenly jumped out to look for trouble.
Obviously, these swords are also cheap swords that bully the weak and fear the strong.
"As the deacon of the sword pavilion, I order you to take back these sword energies. Otherwise, when my master comes back, he will definitely melt you!" Meng Fan said viciously to the Dao sword.
You can bully the weak and be afraid of the strong, and there is nothing wrong with it, but I can also rely on the strength of my teacher!
When the Dao sword heard Meng Fan's words, the sword energy emitted suddenly stopped for a moment, as if it was hesitating, and was indeed threatened by Meng Fan's words.
But after a moment, the sword energy continued to burst out and did not obey Meng Fan's order.
After all, in its view, a brat who is only in the realm of condensing pills is not worth fearing.
As for Mr. Lin’s return...
It didn't believe that Mr. Lin would melt itself. At worst, it would swallow Wu Tian's blood and soul, refine it into a sword puppet, and escape from the sword pavilion with it.
As for Meng Fan, he still didn't dare to move, fearing that Mr. Lin and him would fight to the death.
I saw that the sword energy in the third floor of the sword pavilion continued to rage, even faintly sharper than before, with a little murderous intent.
"Presumptuous!" Meng Fan saw that the sword did not show any tendency to surrender, but instead had a tendency to become more rebellious, so he quickly increased the threat.
"Although the master is not here, there are many masters of the Shushan Sword Sect, and the current master is an extremely vicious and violent master. If you dare to be presumptuous again, even if the master can spare you, the master will not spare you!"
