Chapter 1939 Betting on Life

At the end of the street, dozens of figures were slowly walking towards Xiao Fan and the others, led by several young men and women, the men were handsome and the women were beautiful.

Moreover, each of them exuded an extremely powerful aura, but Xiao Fan's eyes fell on the leader, a young man in white robe.

The young man in white robe is tall and tall. He wears a white robe and is as good as snow. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His fair face is glowing with dazzling luster. His long black hair is tied into a bun. His whole person gives people an aloof, fairy-like yet extremely domineering look. a feeling of.

As they approached, the monks around them couldn't help but step back, looking at everyone with eyes full of awe.

Especially when looking at the young man in white robe, the awe was completely from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir, that young man in white robe is Shen Wuxin!" Xiao Tianyang frowned and said to Xiao Fan, and then introduced several other people to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan already had a rough guess in his mind. The young man in white robe gave him a slight pressure. After reaching his current state, there was no one else who could put pressure on him. Among the entire young generation in Shura Mountain, there was no one else except Shen Wuxin. .

His eyes swept over the other sons of inheritance one by one, and finally settled on Kanna Wuxin.

As the three masters of the prison of heaven and earth, Shen Wuxin's strength is naturally not that bad. Xiao Fan has broken through to the current level and can still feel a little pressure from Shen Wuxin, which shows that he is not simple.

"Is Shen Wuxin a member of Master Shen Wuwu's lineage? Wasn't their lineage exterminated by the Great Elder?" Xiao Fan thought of a question in vain.

How can a person come back to life after his entire lineage has been exterminated?

What's more, even if they are not exterminated, the other lineages probably will not allow Shen Wuwu's descendants to enter Shura Mountain. After all, they all come here for Shen Wuwu's inheritance.

Could it be that he is deliberately pretending to be a descendant of Shen Wuwen? This possibility is very high.

However, it is also possible that Shen Wuwu's descendants were not exterminated. After all, the nine elders who surrounded Shen Wuwu at that time were all killed by Shen Wuwu.

The strength of the other lineages will inevitably be greatly reduced, and they may not be able to encircle and suppress Shen Wuwu and his lineage.

"If Master knows that his descendants still exist, he will probably be happy." Xiao Fan thought to himself.

At this time, Shen Wuxin led everyone closer and finally stopped. Shen Wuxin looked at Xiao Fan with an indifferent expression and said: "You can fly in the blood lake. I have to say, you are really amazing."

"Yes, the perspective just now was from the sky. In other words, the person remembering the scene is in the sky, but no one can fly above the blood lake."

"Could it be that the lake surface just now was fake and was deliberately created by Xiao Fan to frame Leng Tong and Leng Liujing?"

"Thankfully we almost believed him. If this is the case, then he is even more hateful than Leng Tong."

The crowd suddenly came back to their senses and looked at Xiao Fan pointing and talking.

No wonder they doubted that flying was impossible above the Blood Lake. That was a well-known fact. No matter how strong Xiao Fan was, he was still in the God of War realm, so he wouldn't be able to fly.

Only Leng Tong and Leng Liujing looked extremely embarrassed. That day, they saw Xiao Fan fly with their own eyes. Others might not be able to do it, but Xiao Fan could really do it.

"Boy, you dare to frame me, the son of the Asura Mountain inheritance, do you know how to write the word "death"?" A young man in black robes next to Shen Wuxin snorted coldly.

They are all the inherited sons of Shura Mountain, so naturally they are united and reject the outsider Xiao Fan.

"If you want to know how to write the word "death", I don't mind teaching you." Xiao Fan stood there with an indifferent expression, ignoring the young man in black robe.

"You're looking for death!" The young man in black robe was so angry that he almost couldn't help but pounce on him.

Xiao Fan looked at the man as if he were an idiot, then withdrew his gaze, fell on Shen Wuxin, and said: "If I prove that I can fly, what do you want?"

"You can fly, I'll take off your head and play it as a ball for you!" Before Shen Wuxin could say anything, the young man in black robe looked at Xiao Fan with disdain.

"Yes, if you can fly, how about giving up my status as the son of the inheritance to you?" Another young man wearing a black shirt said.

"Zuo Lin, Zuo Yunmo!" Leng Tong shouted quickly, trying to stop the two of them.

However, Zuo Yunmo, the young man in the dark-colored shirt, said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, flying in the Blood Lake is prohibited. This is an iron law. Even the mountain master can't break it, let alone this kid."

Then Zuo Yunmo looked at Xiao Fan and said, "Boy, do you dare to bet? If you lose, how about committing suicide in public?"

"You are seeking death!" Zhuo Tianhong looked at Zuo Yunmo angrily, but was stopped by Xiao Fan. Zhuo Tianhong said anxiously: "Young Master!"

Zhuo Tianhong's ability to fly on the water is already at his limit. How can Xiao Fan fly in the air?

He was afraid that Xiao Fan would be motivated and agree to the gambling fight between Zuo Lin and Zuo Yunmo. Once he agreed, it would not be easy to regret it.

"Your status as a son of inheritance is meaningless to me. I am a son of inheritance to begin with, and it is useless to have an additional spot." Xiao Fan shook his head and said.

"If you don't want to bet, just say so. I won't make fun of you, as long as you get out of Shura Ancient City." Zuo Yunmo said disdainfully.

After the words fell, Xiao Fan's voice continued: "If you lose and use your head as a chamber pot, I can promise to bet with you once."

"Hmph, you're risking your life, right? Since you want to die, what if I can help you?" Zuo Yunmo said with a murderous tone.

This kid is so arrogant, he dares to insult himself, and he really thinks he is great without giving him any color.

Xiao Fan looked indifferent, took out a few pieces of paper, and then waved them confidently. He stopped after a while, then looked at Zuo Yunmo and Zuo Lin and said: "The paper is written in black and white. If you dare to bet, just sign and pledge it!"

When Zuo Yunmo and Zuo Lin heard this, they hesitated slightly. Xiao Fan's expression was too calm, so calm that it was a bit scary.

Could this kid really be able to fly in the air?

Zuo Lin gave the subordinates next to him a look. Several of them understood and flew towards the blood lake. However, as soon as they appeared above the blood lake, they were pulled down by a strong force.

When Zuo Lin and Zuo Yunmo saw this, they were immediately convinced that none of them could fly, and it was equally impossible for Xiao Fan to fly.

What they didn't know was that although the blood spirit Mingkun was killed by Xiao Fan, the formation in the blood lake was still running, and it was indeed impossible for ordinary people to fly.

But if his two subordinates didn't have the psychological fear and flew with all their strength, they could still barely do it.

"Zuo Lin, Zuo Yunmo, don't bet with him." Leng Tong saw this and spoke again.

"Leng Tong, I don't have any cowards in Shura Mountain. Are you still afraid that he will go against the will of heaven? I want his life!" Zuo Lin, a young man in black robe, said with a proud face and signed the agreement without hesitation.

"My contribution to the great achievement of killing the Lord of Shura Hall is naturally indispensable to me." Zuo Yunmo, a young man in black shirt, also signed his signature boldly.

The two of them looked proud, like aloof gods, overlooking Xiao Fan, an ant.

"Is there anyone else who wants me to die? You can also sign and stamp it." Xiao Fan looked at the monks around him calmly, exuding a tyrannical aura.

The scene was silent for a while. After a long time, Zuo Lin said disdainfully: "Your life is not that valuable. The two of us are betting our lives on you, so we already think highly of you."

"Don't worry, I will take care of your two lives today." Xiao Fan nodded seriously, and then walked slowly towards the blood lake, calmly and calmly.