Chapter 330: Willing to bet

Chapter Three and Three

Seeing the boiling crowd, Xiao Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, and he knew that once this thing appeared in this world, there would be many people vying for it.

Xiao Fan still knew the truth of guilty of the crime. If it weren't in the night market, this congenital sword fetus would definitely flow in blood.

Xiao Fan took a deep breath and thought for a while, "Everyone, sorry, I'm going to keep this thing for myself to study."

Of course, you have to keep the good things by yourself, even if you take some risks, as long as it is not shot by a strong person above the Battle Emperor level, Xiao Fan is not afraid.

Everyone sighed, changing to them, they would not sell the congenital sword fetus.

Only a few people have deeply remembered Xiao Fan's appearance, and a ray of gloomy bird flashed in his eyes.

"How could it be possible?" Qin Fei's face was pale, and his figure retreated several steps, staring at Xiao Fan's congenital sword fetus with scorching eyes, flashing a thick color of greed.

"Give you a chance, don't cherish it, and be willing to bet and lose." Xiao Fan put away his congenital sword fetus and said lightly.

"Huh, isn't it ten million soul stones? What's so great." Qin Fei casually threw a soul stone card to Xiao Fan, turning around and preparing to leave.

"Boy, don't let us run into you next time!" The burly young man said viciously, his wrist was broken, and he obviously hated Xiao Fan.

"Wait!" Xiao Fan's cold voice sounded. He didn't even look at the soul stone card on the ground. He was very upset with Qin Fei's actions, as if he was sending a beggar, and said: "Is there such a soul stone card? Multi-soul stones, I don’t know, I only want soul stones."

Seeing that Xiao Fan didn't mention his arm, Qin Fei also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the master of Wenfang and said, "Master of Wenfang, you can cash it out."

"Yes." Wen Fang nodded, winked at the next person, picked up the soul stone card, and quickly sent 10 million middle-grade soul stones.

"A soil bun is a soil bun. I have never seen a soul stone." Qin Fei snorted coldly, turned his robe and left.

"Hold on!" Xiao Fan cried again, his eyes surprisingly calm, and said: "The stone may not be let you eat, but there is one more thing you have to stay."

"What? Ten million soul stones have been given to you, what do you want?" Qin Fei turned his head and looked at Xiao Fan coldly.

Xiao Fan didn't say a word, and with a wave of his probing hand, a cold knife was inserted on the ground, the blade swaying, flashing with cold light.

Looking at the cold knife on the ground, the pupils of the crowd shrank slightly, feeling a pain in the arm. Everyone looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, this guy wouldn't really want Qin Fei an arm.

"Boy, you don't want to get into it! My Qin family is not something you can afford!" Qin Fei trembled and had to lift it out of the Qin family.

"The Qin family? Not long ago, there was a Tang family who said the same thing, but it was destroyed by me, and a guy named Wu Ren from the Chu family also died in my hands." Xiao Fan said with a smile.

That smile, in Qin Fei's eyes, was simply the smile of the devil, shuddering with a glance!

Both Yi Yun and Xiang Rong showed anxious expressions on their faces. With only 10 million soul stones, the Qin family could only suffer a dumb loss. If one of Qin Fei's arms were really broken, the matter would be a little troublesome.

Only when they felt the fierce murderous aura on Xiao Fan's body, the two of them still kept silent, they had already understood Xiao Fan these days.

Xiao Fan is the kind of person who doesn't offend me, I don't offend others, if people offend me, they will be paid back a hundred times!

The host of Wenfang only frowned. He had chosen to stand on Qin Fei's side by mistake just now. This time, he simply didn't help each other.

He always felt that Xiao Fan was not easy, otherwise even Yi Yun and Xiang Rong could not be so polite to him.

Even the owner of Wenfang could feel that Yi Yun and Xiang Rong had some respect for Xiao Fan's tone.

"Do you do it yourself, or do you want me to come?" Xiao Fan's tone became cold, his murderous aura bloomed, and the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

"Boy, how many soul stones do you want, just say a word." Qin Fei gritted his teeth.

"I have no shortage of soul stones, choose one, left arm or right arm. Xiao Fan said lightly.

"you dare"! "A look of horror appeared in Qin Fei's eyes, this guy is really joking.

"Since you don't choose, then I will choose for you." Xiao Fan said lightly.

puff!

As soon as the voice fell, before Xiao Fan could take a shot, a black shadow passed, a blood sword burst out, and a heart-piercing voice sounded.

The pupils of the crowd shrank, but they saw Qin Fei's left arm fall to the ground, blood staining the small courtyard.

In the next moment, many people's eyes fell on the mad wolf beside Xiao Fan. The aura of the mad wolf just now made them all startled.

Master!

This is everyone's definition of a mad wolf. The owner of the literary workshop took a deep look at Xiao Fan. It is definitely not easy for such a young and powerful person to surrender.

"It's not a question of dare to dare, it's a question of principle. I, as a person, never like to owe others, but I don't like it. Others owe me." Xiao Fan said lightly, as if he had done a trivial thing.

He didn't expect the crazy wolf to be so decisive, even he didn't react, it's just that when the matter was over, Xiao Fan naturally wouldn't retreat, nor did he think of retreating!

"Boy, my Qin family won't let you go, wait." Qin Fei said viciously, preparing to pick up the arm on the ground.

The arm has just been cut off, as long as the alchemist is found, there should be a possibility of getting it back.

"I said, this arm is mine, you don't seem to understand it yet." Xiao Fan shot out with a sword finger, and Qin Fei's severed arm suddenly turned into meat scraps.

Unless the Medicine God reincarnated, Qin Fei could only become a one-armed man in his life.

"Bastard!" Qin Fei roared, his face flushed, and an angry spout of blood.

"If you can't afford to lose, don't pretend to be an uncle here. I live in Yunlai Inn. If you want revenge, you can come to me." Xiao Fan said lightly.

"I remember!" Qin Fei gritted his teeth, and then left with the Wang Daomeng people.

"Brother Xiao, why do you bother?" Yi Yun smiled bitterly, and it was enough to break Qin Fei's arm. There was no need to anger him again.

"The one that should come will come, won't it?" Xiao Fan smiled lightly, his eyes suddenly sinking, and said coldly, "I don't want it. The Qin family is the next Tang family."

When Yi Yun heard the words, his whole body trembled slightly. This guy is really not afraid of it.

The Tang family is just a family that is not influential, you can ignore it, but the Tang family is a second-rate family, but there are strong warlords in the family.

"Master Wenfang, I'm sorry, it's dirty your place." Xiao Fan arched his hands slightly.

"No problem, this happens often, Wenmou is used to it." The owner of Wenfang smiled faintly, and then asked: "Dare to ask the old man his surname?"

Seeing the familiar appearance of the master of Wenfang, Xiao Fan did not conceal it, "My dear Xiao Fan."

"Brother Xiao, I think you are very good at betting on stone, I wonder if Wen Mou can ask you to be my appraiser for stone gambling?" Wen Fang said with a smile.

"I let Brother Wen disappointed, Xiao Mou is really just luck." Xiao Fan said bitterly, "However, if there is anyone who can help, Brother Wen will do his best with a word."

"Haha, if you have these words, brother, then I can rest assured." Wenfang's master smiled from ear to ear. He didn't believe Xiao Fan was just a coincidence. Conference, you must come."