Chapter 1578： On line (1/2)
Although he very much looked down on the pavilion master's concubine who was here, but in the final analysis, this was the pavilion master's blood.
Even if there are many sons of the pavilion master, there are hundreds of them... but there is still a need for respect.
”If you want to save him, first send back millions of people from my human race!”
Fang Fan glanced around the surrounding area, then said indifferently.
”Hand over Young Master Haoyu first, then these human tribesmen can be put back!”
”You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!”
”If you hesitate for a minute, I will kill 10,000 cultivators...”
Wu Peng, the great guardian of the Haotian Pavilion, stood proudly, his eyes showing infinite arrogance.
Fang Fan squinted his eyes secretly, with a sudden sneer on his face.
Immediately twitching the holy sword at will, raising the sword in his hand...
Click...
A great arm landed.
”Ah ... ah ah ah ...... hurts ... it hurts me! Ah ah ah ...... it hurts!”
Haoyu's body trembled, her right hand was covering the wound on her left arm, and the whole person was in a state of extreme fear.
In the distance, Wu Peng, the Great Guardian of the Haotian Pavilion, was taken aback. He didn't expect Fang Fan to be so decisive. He didn't say anything, you just started!
”From now on, every ten seconds in the past, I will stab him, and when the stabbing reaches a hundred, I will cut off his head!”
”If you don't believe it, you can wait and see!”
Fang Fan yawned, completely in a high-profile state.
Force the grid to be steady!
The first thing he must guarantee is the safety of the millions of human cultivators. As for the others, he doesn't care at all.
”You...you are arrogant!”
”Do you know what kind of power my Vast Sky Pavilion is? You such a lowly existence dare to yell in front of my Vast Sky Pavilion? How can you bear the anger of my Vast Sky Pavilion?”
”I advise you not to end up in a dead end, and embark on this road of no return...”
Wu Peng, the Great Guardian of the Haotian Pavilion, threatened from the side with a black face.
”The eighth second!”
”The ninth second!”