Chapter 815: The Ungrateful Meng Fan

Innateness is the ceiling of a warrior, and his combat power can even rival that of a monk in the true martial arts realm.

Anyone who reaches the innate realm and proves to have amazing qualifications will usually be accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

It's a pity that even the peak warrior is only comparable to the second level of cultivating immortals.

It’s okay not to talk about the realm of true martial arts!

However, it is obviously unreasonable for Meng Fan to evaluate warriors from the perspective of a monk, because he is not a monk now and has no cultivation at all.

This woman in red has reached the third level of a warrior, and is only one blood refining stage away from the innate.

Not to be underestimated!

When the woman in red saw that Meng Fan ignored her, she raised her hand and whipped Meng Fan again.

She carried a sword at her waist, but she did not draw it.

Because she had never seen Meng Fan as handsome as he is now, and she really wanted to take Meng Fan back to be the stronghold's husband.

If the sword is drawn and the sword is damaged, especially if the face is disfigured, then it will be a huge loss.

After more than ten breaths, the woman in red frowned.

She had whipped Meng Fan several times, but Meng Fan easily dodged every whip. This kid's body was too sensitive.

There are obviously no signs of martial arts training on this kid, but his physical quality is indeed amazing.

Born?

Meng Fan's cultivation has been completely sealed, but the basic strength of the True Dragon Tyrant Body is still there, which is why he is said to have the ceiling of a mortal body.

After a while, the woman in red frowned.

Because she discovered a fact that she was very unhappy about but had to admit, that is, her whip was powerless against the boy opposite.

"Xiao Langjun, your body is a natural warrior. It would be a pity not to practice martial arts.

Well, I don't want you to be the village's father-in-law anymore. If you follow me back to Qingliang Mountain, I can train you to be the third master of Qingliang Mountain.

If you live up to your expectations, it may not be impossible to become the master of Qingliang Mountain in the future. "

The woman in red said to Meng Fan seriously.

She saw Meng Fan's talent, and what she said just now was not a false statement, because he did have the potential to become the master of Qingliang Mountain.

It's a pity that she is just a frog at the bottom of the well, and her eyes only see the world at the bottom of the well.

It's really a bit ridiculous to use the position of a bandit leader to lure Meng Fan.

"Let me ask you a question." Meng Fan suddenly spoke to the woman in red.

"What's the problem?" the woman in red asked.

"A woman in your Osmanthus Village just escaped. Do you know about this woman?"

"You are talking about Yuan Wai Lu's daughter, right? Yuan Wai Lu is rich and unkind, so we tied up his daughter and asked her to shed some blood to help the poor people."

"Did you know that woman was holding a baby?"

"That's Member Lu's granddaughter. Originally I just wanted to kidnap her daughter alone, but they are together, so they can't leave a little baby outside to fend for themselves, right? We have no choice but to kidnap her together."

"Fend for yourself? You took that baby back to Osmanthus Village, but the baby still died in your Osmanthus Village."

When the woman in red heard this, the expression on her face did not change.

"Dead? That is indeed a pity."

Is it just a pity?

Moreover, Meng Fan did not see any regretful emotion on the face of the woman in red. Her face was expressionless, extremely calm and indifferent.

To be honest, he had some wild fantasies just now.

I imagined that human nature is kind, I imagined that the woman in red didn't know about the tragic death of the baby, I imagined that the woman in red would be angry and dissatisfied with these villagers when she knew the news.

Thinking too much!

This idea of ​​mine is truly ridiculous.

Emerging from the mud but remaining unstained is, after all, just a romantic fantasy of the poet.

"So, are you discussing kindness with me now?" the woman in red said with great disdain, feeling that the man opposite was extremely childish.

"No need." Meng Fan shook his head.

"So, how are you thinking about it?" the woman in red continued to ask.

"Consider? I have never considered it. I just said that you are a dying person. It is my kindness to say so much to you, a dying person." Meng Fan raised the wooden sword in his hand , pointing directly at the woman in red.

Hearing this, the woman in red was also angry.

【Not knowing good from evil】

The guy across from me interpreted these four words so vividly that he was made to fit his body.

Do you think being handsome means you can do whatever you want?

ridiculous!

The woman in red put down her whip and pulled out the iron sword from her waist.

In this case, she would no longer show mercy.

Meng Fan had a smile on his face when he saw the woman draw her sword and attack him with the sword.

If the woman in red continues to use a whip or other weapons, she will have to go through more troubles.

But the sword...

All I can say is the way to death!

Because even if the cultivation level is completely sealed, the talent of swordsmanship and spiritual communication is still there. This is a talent and cannot be sealed.

When the woman in red used the whip just now, he had to dodge with all his strength.

However, when the opponent used the sword, Meng Fan instantly felt much more relaxed.

Because in Meng Fan's eyes, the sword of the woman in red seemed to move in slow motion, excruciatingly slow, and the movement of the sword was full of loopholes.

It’s so annoying!

Meng Fan's body shook slightly, and facing the sword that the red-dressed woman had thrust out earlier, he thrust out a sword with his backhand.

He originally intended to stab the woman's eyes with this sword, because she was blind.

But somehow, he suddenly stabbed at the woman's throat.

He was the last to strike, but he was the first to arrive.

Meng Fan's wooden sword stabbed directly into the throat of the red-dressed woman.

She died of suffocation!

She died very quickly and neatly.

Meng Fan pulled back the wooden sword, and his face was slightly absent-minded.

It was not that he was uncomfortable after killing people, he had killed countless people who were ten thousand times stronger than the red-dressed woman.

The reason for his absent-mindedness was that he was a little confused.

His first reaction just now was to stab the red-dressed woman's eyes, but somehow he stabbed the red-dressed woman's throat.

It was as if he was affected by something.

To be honest, the only possibility that could really affect him was the old monk.

And obviously this was impossible!

It seems that it was an illusion.

This kind of woman deserved to die, and he did have the idea of ​​killing her. Even if he just stabbed the eyes of the woman in red, he would probably kill her in the end, just with a few more swords.

"You are a woman, I didn't want to kill you, but you really deserve to die."

The most important thing is that this woman took the initiative to bump into his "gun muzzle".

In Meng Fan's mind, the old monk's expression was slightly wrong.

Of course, he didn't think that this woman didn't deserve to die.

But the change in the trajectory of Meng Fan's sword just now made him feel a little abnormal.