Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan reached out his hand at random...touched his nose...

"What are you doing……"

Jian Ming was so scared that he quickly hid behind other cultivators, his body trembling uncontrollably...

Now his Fang Fan's hand has a shadow...

He couldn't bear it with a slap in the face!

Say you must not be afraid, not at all, is it possible? Is it realistic?

This sense of panic is too real!

"I just touched my nose, what are you afraid of?"

Fang Fan said silently.

"Who...who is scared!"

"Is this Young Palace Master afraid of you? I am the Young Palace Master of Heavenly Sword Palace!"

"Haha! Fang Fan, if I were you, I would just kneel down and beg for mercy..."

Snapped……

This time, Fang Fan slapped it firmly, and a shock came from him, which seemed extremely real.

"You... didn't you touch your nose? Why hit me!"

Jianming was crying, it was so difficult!

"I was touching my nose just now, but now I am beating you, why? Is there any problem?"

Fang Fan shrugged, his expression casual.

How big is the matter, as for such wailing?

"You...choose the Excalibur! I want to crush you!"

Jianming clenched his hands into fists and his teeth were trembling frantically. He had had enough of these days! Now he wants Fang Fan to quickly choose the divine sword, so that he can find a better quality, higher level to hang Fang Fan!

At that time, according to the agreement in the God's contract, Fang Fan will have to die...

At the thought of this, Jian Ming's whole body was refreshed.

This is the feeling, what he wants is this effect!

"Pick the Excalibur? Who told you that I would choose the Excalibur here?"

"A group of high-level quasi-sacred swords, ha ha..."

"Aren't you planning to stop there?"

"That's it? Just this one dare to make a God's contract with me?"

Fang Fan smiled softly, the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Jian Ming's complexion instantly became flushed with Fang Fan's ratio to ten.

Bastard! Bastard! This **** guy! Actually... actually humiliating yourself!

How can you do this!

The sixth floor of the sword tomb is not enough for you? There is already a five-star emperor-level sword pressure force! You are going to heaven!

Jianming took a few breaths, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch frantically...

In fact, his initial plan was to stay on the sixth floor of the sword mound to choose the magic sword, but now that Fang Fan is so excited, if he really stays here, it would be a great shame!

He does not want to bear such a shame!

People live a face... he can't do such a shameful thing!

"I... I certainly didn't intend to stay on the sixth floor!"

"How is my limit here?"

"My potential has not been tapped yet!"

"I think you don't want to force it!"

"If you can't hold it, you can't hold it. It's okay to make it clear. Why is it so pretentious here?"

"The sixth floor of the Sword Tomb...For me, it's easy!"

Jian Ming proudly held his head up and held his chest up, pretending to be forced to the end...

This qi must not be let out, otherwise it will fall short.

Fang Fan felt amused inexplicably looking at Jian Ming's appearance...

Forcibly pretending to be the most deadly!

"Oh, I see……"

"If this is the case, continue climbing the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb!"

"Let's go!"

As Fang Fan spoke, he walked over by himself.

The dozens of people behind him also followed closely... and they had to move forward.