Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

Murong Bamei rolled her eyes, thinking that Qin Fan was deliberately teasing her.

"Eight sisters!

What are you talking about with Mr. Qin?We had such a good time chatting. "

at this time,

A voice came from not far away, Third Sister Murong walked in lotus steps,

Came over with a smile.

Qin Fan didn't say much, and also used an identification technique on her.

Name: Third Sister Murong

Identity: Daughter of the owner of Murong Villa

Realm: Acquired first-class

Seeing that Qin Fan was stunned and did not speak,

It seemed that Third Sister Murong was a little curious and said with a smile:

"Mr. Qin! Eighth sister is embarrassed to say, you have a thick skin, why don't you tell me?"

Qin Fan calmed down his mood, and then said:

"Third Sister! It's nothing, I'm saying that both Third Sister and Eighth Sister are beautiful!"

"Hehe! Mr. Qin really knows how to joke!"

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this day.

Qin Fan and the nine sisters of Murong's family held an engagement feast at Murong Villa.

The whole feast scene is so lively,

It lasted for a full day before it was over.

In the evening, the hall of Murong Villa.

"Manor Murong! I hope you can give me Jiang a reasonable explanation for this matter!"

In the hall, a middle-aged man dressed in a black brocade yelled at the owner of Murong Village.

"Jiangbiehe!

Jiang Yufeng was killed by Jiang Yulang, and Jiang Yulang,

He was killed by Qin Fan again, if you want to explain, you can go to Qin Fan yourself! "

The owner of Murong Village turned cold and said.

Jiang Biehe sneered: "Villa Master Murong! Then Qin Fan is now your golden tortoise!

This matter is obvious to all!

He killed my son, don't you give me a reasonable explanation? "

"Explain! What explanation do you want!"

Master Murong in the hall was about to lose his temper,

at this time,

Suddenly there was a cold shout outside the door.

Following Qin Fan, he swaggered in from outside the hall.

Today's Qin Fan is the son-in-law of Murong Villa, no one dares to stop him when he goes in and out of Murong Villa.

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Fan glanced at the figure in the hall.

Name: Jiang Biehe

Identity: Patriarch of the Jiang Family

Realm: half-step innate

"what!"

A virtual light curtain pops up in my mind,

Followed by Qin Fan for a moment,

Unexpectedly, Jiang Biehe's realm,

It has reached the half-step innate realm.

Swish!

As soon as these words came out, many eyes in the hall looked at Qin Fan.

Jiang Biehe's face was gloomy, and he said with a sneer, "Qin Fan! You killed my son, this feud cannot be shared,

If I don't kill you, what kind of face will I, Jiang Biehe, gain a foothold in the Jianghu in the future. "

Jiang Biehe was the first to speak, and spoke first.

"Hehe! Hero Jiang! Haven't you lost your face a long time ago?"

Qin Fan sneered, and after entering the hall, he sat on a chair and sneered at Jiang Biehe.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Biehe's expression changed. He didn't understand Qin Fan, but he heard that his martial arts seemed to be very strong.

"The meaning is very simple! What are you doing forging a fake treasure map to design Murong Villa?" Qin Fan sneered.

Jiang Biehe's face was gloomy, and his whole face was as dull as stagnant water.

But this old fellow is also very cunning,

Immediately eased a breath, then said with a smile:

"Qin Fan! I, Jiang Biehe, don't know what you're going to say."

An understatement,

Jiang Biehe wanted to push this matter away.

"is it?

That's it!

I knew you wouldn't admit it, but it doesn't matter,

wait until i kill you,

From now on, there will be no such person as Jiang Biehe in Jianghu! "

Qin Fan's eyes were cold.

call out!

After falling with a sound, his figure turned into a straight line, and quickly charged towards Jiang Biehe.

"not good!"

Jiang Biehe has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for many years,

Strength and experience are also exceptional.

Without thinking too much in my heart, I immediately withdrew and stepped back.

boom!

It's just that in front of Qin Fan, a great innate master,

As a half-step genius, he has no chance of dodging at all.

After being punched by Qin Fan directly, he fell heavily to the ground,

Wipe away a few meters away.

The tables and chairs in the hall were all thrown flying by Jiang Biehe's body.

Fragments flew out, creating a mess.

puff!

"Why does this kid have such deep internal strength!"

The moment he stopped, just as he stood up, Jiang Biehe spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"It seems that I am not his opponent, let's leave here first."

Thinking of this, even though Jiang Biehe jumped up from the ground and threw a punch,

He hit Qin Fan.

call!

It's just that the old fox Jiang Biehe is quite cunning,

People go halfway,

Suddenly turned around and flew out of the hall.

"I want to run! It's so easy!"

Qin Fan's eyes froze slightly, and he stepped up a few strides, and he followed Jiang Biehe to the outside of the hall.

at this time,

Jiang Biehe is using qinggong, wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible.

On the other hand, Qin Fan, after leaving the hall,

quickly disappeared in place.

Qin Fan ran Lingbo microsteps and quickly caught up with Jiang Biehe.

hold head high!

Kang Long has regrets!

boom!

Jiang Biehe received a firm slap, and with a scream, fell to the ground from midair.

laugh!

laugh!laugh!

The moment the opponent landed on the ground, Qin Fan made up with another palm.

next moment.

Jiang Biehe had already collapsed on the ground, and after a while,

Jiang Biehe had already lost his breath!

at dusk.

"Young Master Qin, you are here!"

Murong Eighth Sister's boudoir, seeing the door open, Qin Fan walked in directly,

Seeing him, Murong Bamei called out.

"Why, you don't want me to come and see you!" Qin Fan laughed suddenly.

"You, if you do this again, I will ignore you!"

Murong Bamei's face turned red, although the two were engaged, they were not married yet.

"haha, really?

If you ignore me, I will find other sisters. "Qin Fan went up and hugged Murong Bamei in his arms,