Fish swimming around the world

Tian Yuan nodded slightly, drew lines with his fingers, and began to outline the battle formation.

The Supreme Elder Wuhen shook slightly, and somehow disappeared.

The woodcutter and Zhang Qiuran took their axes and bows, ready to fight.

Sun Daotong smiled sinisterly and walked to Tian Yuan: "Old Tian, ​​can I add some more to you?"

At this time, the old man who never spoke to the fire also came over with a blowpipe: "Add more."

Old Chai knocked on his old pipe: "More..."

Except for Zhang Qiuran and the woodcutter who often talked, these people didn't communicate at all. At this moment, they actually got together.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh. Although the people who came should be seven saints and three grandmasters, this was definitely a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Although he had expected to make a fuss early on, the scene in front of him still made him sigh.

Not surprisingly, the unprepared barbarian master rushed into Old Tian's formation.

It was still the Qianmo formation. Although there is no straw here, the long grass roots more than half a person's height make no difference.

As soon as people entered, they were immediately separated by paths and fields.

The other party shouted in shock: "There is an ambush!"

"Who dares..."

However, the Saint Realm felt something was wrong before he finished speaking. The crisscrossing light and shadows were simply too terrifying, bringing him unparalleled pressure. This was a formation that could kill the Saint Realm!

"Join hands! Break through!"

He knew it was not good, and shouted immediately.

However, the path and field formation had separated them, and they could only fight independently.

They almost wanted to rush to the sky at the same time, but suddenly a terrifying flame fell from the sky, sticking to their bodies and unable to be extinguished, directly suppressing them.

This was not over yet. Under the scorching flames, smoke suddenly rose from the ground, instantly covering the formation, and no one could be seen inside.

This smoke was extremely strange, and the barbarian master burst into tears, unable to open his eyes, and couldn't stop coughing.

The next moment, the smoke suddenly turned pale green, and someone screamed in it: "It's poisonous, the smoke is poisonous..."

After a few breaths, there was no sound in the smoke.

Only one saint who was left behind was awakened by the people in front and did not enter the formation, but a broken sword came out from nowhere and cut his throat with one sword.

And a circling golden eagle in the air was shot down by Zhang Qiuran with a bow. There were two more who were originally on the shoulders of their masters, but now they were also trapped in the formation.

The woodcutter was holding an axe and preparing for nothing.

Jiang Fan was stunned. Each of these seven old men was extraordinary when taken alone, and it was even more terrifying when added together. Ten masters, seven saints, and three grandmasters, were wiped out in less than ten breaths.

"Are they all dead...?"

Jiang Fan scratched his head and moved closer.

Old Tian walked back slowly with his hands behind his back: "No. They are all unconscious."

Jiang Fan sighed: "It's okay, it's okay, I still have things to do."

When Wuhen killed them with a sword just now, he regretted a little that he forgot to remind them to keep them alive. Fortunately, the old men should have guessed his thoughts.

After the nine unconscious masters were awakened, they were so ashamed and angry.

Not only did they feel aggrieved that they were easily captured, but they were all hung upside down with bare chests. Fortunately, they were left with a loincloth, otherwise they would have been ashamed to live.

In front of him stood a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, knocking a horse whip in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, you are all awake, let's talk?"

A middle-aged saint said angrily: "Who ambushed us, let me down!"

Jiang Fan scratched his ears, "Noisy."

As he said that, he swung the horse whip in his hand and hit him on the head.

The Saint was about to use his power to resist, but suddenly he was shocked to find that he couldn't raise his power at all.

He watched the whip hit his face directly, and grimaced in pain.

"You... are looking for death..."

"Snap!"

Another whip whipped back his words.

"Who are you? Do you know who we are?" Another Saint saw this and said angrily.

He was greeted with no surprise, the same whip, which hit his mouth, and half of his lips were pulled off, and his face was covered with blood.

The third Saint was about to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly saw Jiang Fan staring at his mouth, and he stopped talking immediately.

The others obviously understood the situation, and didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that they finally stopped arguing, Jiang Fan clapped his hands with satisfaction.

"That's right, talk nicely, what's the point of arguing."

Several people cursed in their hearts, how could they not talk nicely? You just slapped someone's mouth with your dead hand.

"I just want to ask about some information about the Zuoxian Royal Court and the Golden Horde Royal Court. Everyone cooperate and I'll be fine."

"Who are you?" A saint said in a deep voice.

Jiang Fan glanced at him: "I am the one asking you now, not you."

"Your Excellency can sit down and talk if you have something to say. Why do you have to humiliate us like this?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "That's because you really don't know how to answer the questions I asked. Okay, stop talking nonsense, now let me explain the rules."

Jiang Fan smiled sinisterly: "Let me tell you a secret first. I always like to play quick answers. If you answer well, answer quickly, and answer correctly, you may survive. Remember these three principles?"

Several people looked at each other while hanging, and no one spoke.

Jiang Fan frowned and took out an iron skewer as thick as a chopstick from his waist. Several old men recognized that it was used to thread meat skewers.

"I'm asking again, do you hear me?"

When several people saw him holding an iron skewer, they knew that it was not a good thing, but no one spoke for a while.

Jiang Fan walked impatiently to the nearest Grandmaster and aimed at his ear hole: "Can't hear? I'll help you."

After that, he inserted a spike into it.

The Grandmaster screamed in pain, his body arched, like a hanging shrimp.

Jiang Fan just stared at him for a long time, and then slowly pulled out the spike, blood dripping.

He grinned: "This time... did you hear it clearly?"

He looked very devilish, and several barbarian masters changed their expressions.

But surprisingly, no one spoke yet.

Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this master is different, his temper is really strong.

Little did they know that several saints were cursing in their hearts, but as a saint, he was respected by thousands of people wherever he went. Now he was hanging here in a loincloth, and he was threatened by a 16 or 17-year-old boy. It was really a dog's paw.

But the problem is that now they are at the mercy of others, and there is nothing they can do. Moreover, the old men behind them put great pressure on them. They can't see their realm, but they know that their seven saints and three grandmasters were instantly controlled by others.

Not wanting to lose face, but also not wanting to be humiliated, they had to keep silent.

Jiang Fan sighed as he looked at the situation: "Okay, you are unwilling to say anything, this is to test my patience. OK."

He grinned: "I am not lacking in patience."

As he said, he stretched out the iron rod and poked a small hole in the necks of several people one by one, and blood immediately condensed into thin lines and shot down. Jiang Fan smiled, tore the clothes of several people into strips, and covered their eyes.

"Do you know? There are about eight to ten kilograms of blood in a person's body. This small hole is not big, and it flows very slowly. You have about a cup of tea to think about it slowly. I can wait."

After that, he stopped talking, slowly retreated, and sat on the ground with a grass stem in his mouth, watching with interest.

Many people don't understand this kind of thing, it is very scary.

Jiang Fan remembered that this torture method was specifically used to destroy the opponent's psychological defenses.

However, usually the person's eyes were covered in a quiet room, the blood vessels were cut, and a basin was placed underneath, so that he could listen to his blood dripping drop by drop, and feel the fear of life gradually passing away in silence.

People who have not experienced this kind of terror cannot feel it, and those who have experienced it can hardly bear it, and usually they will have a psychological breakdown in a short time.

At present, the conditions are limited, so Jiang Fan had to simplify it, but the effect was roughly the same.

But he didn't notice that several old men who were nearly a thousand years old and had seen a lot of storms looked at him as if he were a living ghost.