No one is optimistic about this match, not even Zhao Yufan.
The two stood face to face for a while, neither of them taking action, seeming to be listening to the discussions of the people around them.
Meng Wang pursed his lips slightly and asked naughtily: "Grandpa Yun, he must have lost."
King Yun chuckled noncommittally, thought carefully for a moment, picked up the cool tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"If you lose, you must lose."
His words didn't sound complete, as if there was something in them.
Dream King curled his lips and looked at Blood King.
The Blood King thought about the fierce competition with Zhao Yufan when he mutilated his body, thinking that he would defeat Zhao Yufan, but Zhao Yufan, a bastard, ran away even though he mutilated himself and was seriously injured.
After thinking seriously for a moment, he replied: "I don't know, Zhao Yufan is too cunning."
Outside the inn, the cold wind howled and the dead leaves were flying.
The god of thunder and the god of wind stood in the sky and the earth, letting the cold ice blow and the dead leaves flap.
"Do you think he will lose miserably?"
Thor asked.
Fengshen smiled softly and turned his beautiful eyes, "In the Qinglan Sect, he has experienced countless battles.
Many people thought he would lose, but he kept creating miracles."
Zhao Yufan had indeed created many miracles, but facing the powerful Wu Jun, he still knew how much he weighed, and it was impossible to defeat Wu Jun.
Suddenly, Qian Duoduo's copper coins rowed towards Zhao Yufan.
She was extremely fast, as fast as the cold wind, and she was in front of Zhao Yufan in the blink of an eye.
The sound of the clothes being torn suddenly sounded, which was extremely harsh in the quiet inn.
Zhao Yufan only had time to take a step back, but still did not avoid the copper coin.
Fortunately, it only scratched his clothes.
The expressions of everyone in the inn became more solemn.
They felt that except for King Yun and the God of Thunder and God of Wind outside, no one else was a match for Qian Duoduo.
When Zhao Yufan took a step back, he struck out with his sword.
He knew very well that if he didn't draw his sword now, he would have no chance in the future.
This sword is the Nine Heavens Sword, a sword that penetrates the Nine Heavens.
It is also the strongest sword Zhao Yufan has used so far.
This sword has defeated many people, even the shocking sword has been defeated by this sword.
Just as the slight sword chant sounded, a golden light hit the sword.
The golden light was a copper coin, and the copper coin blocked the Nine Heavens Sword.
On the surface, the copper coin did block the Nine Heavens Sword, but Zhao Yufan clearly felt that the copper coin not only blocked the Nine Heavens Sword, but also launched an attack.
Everyone looked at the iron sword in Zhao Yufan's hand in shock.
The iron sword had numerous cracks and was immediately broken into several pieces.
With a crisp sound of "clang", Zhao Yufan threw the hilt of the sword on the ground and said calmly: "Senior is really powerful, I am willing to be inferior."
Listening to his nonchalant tone and words, everyone was stunned, a little angry, and a little helpless.
The sarcastic words they had prepared suddenly got stuck in their throats, making it difficult to say them out.
Qian Duoduo had a proud smile on her face, but this smile was soon replaced by surprise.
She looked directly at Zhao Yufan, with a hint of murderous intent between her eyebrows.
The sudden change in her expression caught everyone present off guard.
Only Zhao Yufan, King Yun, Thunder God, and Fengshen could maintain their proper composure.
Zhao Yufan knew very well why Qian Duoduo's expression changed drastically, and as strong men, King Yun and the other three naturally saw the clues.
There was a shallow pit on Qian Duoduo's copper coins, a shallow pit that could not be found without careful observation.
This shallow pit was caused by Zhao Yufan's sword just now.
In fact, this shallow pit is just one of countless shallow pits on the copper coin, but it is really surprising that a high-level warrior caused damage to the weapon in Wu Jun's hand.
Although this damage is minimal, it is enough to prove Zhao Yufan's strength.
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"You are very strong.
If we were both martial lords in cultivation, the outcome would be unpredictable."
Qian Duoduo finally made a sincere comment, but her smiling face had an unconvinced look, "When you reach the level of Lord Wu, I will give you a small red copper coin."
"Well" Everyone's lips twitched and they couldn't help laughing.
Giving a small red copper coin is tantamount to hinting that Zhao Yufan will be killed.
Zhao Yufan curled his lips, sat back helplessly, picked up the chopsticks, added a shredded radish, and underestimated: "Be careful."
Hearing this, Qian Duoduo frowned and suddenly laughed, "Hehe, it's getting late.
Do you want to stay in a hotel or continue on your way?"
As soon as these words came out, the men in the black robes sat up, their faces full of evil spirits, and they all held weapons in their hands, as if they were going to besiege.
"Go up!"
Wu Jun of the Black Robe Party roared and rushed towards the Eleventh King.
His men also moved one after another.
The Black Robe Party took action, and members of the Ziteng Caravan and the Warrior Alliance also committed suicide against the Eleven Kings.
Of course, the targets they killed also included Zhao Yufan.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, but Zhao Yufan and the others did not dare to affect the surroundings of King Yun and Qian Duoduo.
Outside the inn, the wind howled, and the God of Thunder and the God of Wind stared at the battle in the inn, silently.
"There's nothing to see anymore, let's go."
After the God of Thunder finished speaking, the God of Wind curled his lips and nodded, and the two of them disappeared in place like fallen leaves.
They already know the ending, so they won't waste time.
Zhao Yufan and Meng Wang are strong men who can resist Wu Jun.
They are more than enough to deal with Wu Jun of the Black Robe Party, and the remaining ten kings can easily deal with others.
Wang Shilong was seriously injured and was at the end of his strength.
Seeing that there was no hope of posing a threat to the Eleven Kings, he growled unwillingly: "Withdraw" The people from the Warrior Alliance left, and the people from the Ziteng Caravan also retreated silently.
In the end, only the people from the Black Devil Party were struggling to hold on.
Neither Zhao Yufan nor King Meng are murderous people, but the other ten kings don't care so much.
Since the Black Robe Party won't leave, they don't need to show mercy.
The blood-stained inn, the tables and chairs were torn apart, and the mixed smell of leftover food was nauseating.
The battle is over, and no one from the Black Robe Party survives.
Qian Duoduo, who was used to seeing life-and-death fights, waved his hands with a smile and said, "Why are you standing there in a daze?
Quickly clean up."
The two waiters immediately cleaned up the messy inn, while Zhao Yufan and others went to the second floor to rest.
When he was going upstairs, King Yun glanced at the shopkeeper.
After King Yun and others left, the shopkeeper touched his face and said with some fear: "As expected of King Yun, he must know who I am."
Qian Duoduo looked at the shopkeeper and said seriously: "Sun Wei, we will not do this business of assassinating Zhao Yufan."
"Why?"
Sun Wei frowned.
Qian Duoduo narrowed his eyes and looked upstairs, "Because not only can we not kill him, but it will cause trouble.
In my opinion, it is better to have a good relationship with him."
"Where is the Pavilion Master?"
Sun Wei still frowned.
"I will talk to the Pavilion Master."
Qian Duoduo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry.
Zhao Yufan didn't know that someone was trying to kill him.
He was sleeping soundly now
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