1321: C1321 Pretending to be the Deadliest

C1321 Pretending to be the Deadliest

Faang Fann casually reached out his hand and touched his nose.

"What are you doing..."

Jian Ming was so scared that he hid behind the other cultivator. His body could not stop trembling.

Now he had a shadow of Fang Fan's hand.

He would always slap Fang Fan's hand. He couldn't take it!

He said he wasn't afraid at all. Was it possible? Reality?

This feeling of fear was too real!

"I'm just touching my nose. What are you afraid of?"

Faang Fann said with a speechless expression.

"Who... Who is afraid?"

"Will this Young Palace Master be afraid of you? I am the Young Palace Master of the Heavenly Sword Palace!"

"Hehe! Faang Fann, if I were you, I would kneel down and beg for mercy..."

Slap!

This time, Faang Fann gave him a solid slap on the face. A tremor was felt, and it seemed very real.

"You... Didn't you touch your nose? Why did you hit me!"

Jian Ming was on the verge of tears. It was too f * cking difficult!

"I was touching my nose just now, and now I'm hitting you. What?! Is there a problem?"

Faang Fann shrugged casually.

It was just a small matter. Was there a need to shout like this?

"You... Quickly choose the divine sword! I'm going to crush you! "

Jian Ming clenched his fists with both hands, and his teeth were chattering crazily. He had had enough of these days! Right now, he wanted Faang Fann to choose the divine sword as soon as possible, so that he could find a sword with a better quality and a higher level to hang Faang Fann!

At that time, according to the agreement of the God's Contract, Faang Fann would have to die.

Thinking of this, Jian Ming was full of energy.

This was the feeling he wanted. This was the effect he wanted!

"Choose the Divine Sword? Who told you I was going to choose a divine sword here?"

"A bunch of high-rank quasi-divine swords, hehe..."

"You're not going to stop here, are you?"

"That's it? You dare to sign a God's contract with me just like this?"

Faang Fann smiled lightly, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Jian Ming's face instantly turned red when Faang Fann's score was one to ten.

Son of a b * tch! Bastard! This damnable bastard! He actually... He was actually humiliating me!1

How could he do that!

The sixth level of the Sword Tomb is not enough for you to torment yourself? This place already has the pressure of a Five Star Emperor sword qi! You want to fly into the sky!

Jian Ming took a few deep breaths, and the corner of his mouth began to twitch crazily.

In fact, his initial plan was to stay at the sixth level of the Sword Tomb to choose the divine sword. But now that he was provoked by Faang Fann, if he really stayed here, it would be a great shame!

He was unwilling to accept such humiliation!

He was a person with a face of his own! ... He could not do such a shameful thing!

"I... Of course I didn't plan to stay at the sixth level!"

"How is this my limit?"

"My potential has yet to be unearthed!"

"I think you shouldn't force yourself!"

"If you can't hold on, then you can't hold on. You just need to make it clear that there is no need to put on an act here."

"The sixth level of the Sword Tomb. ... To me, it's a piece of cake!"

Jian Ming proudly held his head high and puffed out his chest. He wanted to act cool to the end...

He must not let go of this anger. Otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.

Faang Fann looked at Jian Ming's expression and felt that it was funny for some reason.

Pretending to be strong was the most fatal!

"Oh... So that's how it is..."

"If that's the case, let's continue climbing the seventh level of the Sword Tomb!"

"Let's go!"

Faang Fann said as he walked over on his own.

The dozen or so people behind him followed closely behind, as if they were about to walk forward.

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