Chapter 404: Frame up and kill!

? "This Ganoderma is not in my shop!"
Seeing all the Wan Pozong disciples squeezing towards the counter, the Jackal suddenly shouted loudly.
"Who do you miss? This precious medicine is on your counter. Don't tell us that it flew in from outside!"
"Jackal, you are reluctant to sell this medicine!"
But even though the Jackal shouted so, the disciples didn't believe it, and mistakenly thought he was reluctant to bear the treasure.
"It's really not mine, this Ganoderma is his!"
Seeing that he couldn't explain how he could explain it, Mao Zhao simply pointed to Su Fan aside.
"he?"
All the Poison Sect disciples were shocked when they heard this, and they all looked at the black-robed masked man who couldn't see his appearance.
"Hey? This person has no cultivation base!"
"Mao Jackal, don't you just find someone to bluff us, just him? An ordinary person with no cultivation base can take out this kind of treasure?"
...
Su Fan's level was higher than everyone in this room, and coupled with the fact that he had a system in his body, none of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples could sense his cultivation.
Just when the Wan Pozong disciples raised questions, Su Fan did something unexpected.
"Boss, your shop is too noisy, I'd better change a shop to see!"
While talking, Su Fan directly picked up the Lingzhi on the counter and put it into his arms.
His action was undoubtedly telling these Wan Poison Sect disciples that this Ganoderma lucidum belongs to him.
"How dare he take this precious medicine, is it really his?"
"It may be true, you guys didn't stop the jackal!"
The expressions of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples were full of consternation.
The hairy jackal’s facial muscles twitched. If he changed to normal, he would grab this Ganoderma lucidum, but now there are so many people, it is definitely not appropriate to grab it.
Su Fan took the Lingzhi back and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly a sharp voice sounded from the crowd: "Everyone, stop him, this man is stealing medicine!"
The thousands of Poison Sect disciples in the medicinal material shop were taken aback when they heard the words, and then looked at the person who was speaking.
This person is wearing the clothes of a small servant and is one of the few low-level disciples in the medicinal store.
"Wang Jing, what are you talking about?"
Mao Lu looked at this low-level disciple in a puzzled expression.
"Senior Brother Mao!" Wang Jingyin smiled: "Didn't you see it? He just stole the precious medicine we put on the counter!"
"Oh, yes! Boy, you dare to steal the precious medicine from my medicinal shop, and you haven't delivered it quickly!"
Hearing what Wang Jing said, Mao Yu instantly reacted. While praising Wang Jing for his cleverness, he did not forget the Lingzhi in Su Fan's arms.
"I stole the medicine from your store, when did I steal it?" Su Fan asked calmly.
"Just now, you stole the Ganoderma lucidum from my store!" Mao Yu leaped out of the counter with a whistle, and looked at the crowds of Poison Sect disciples around him: "Master brothers and sisters, you have all seen clearly just now. , This person really just stole a ganoderma lucidum from the counter in my shop!"
"Yes, we all saw it, he stole it!"
"You are so courageous, you dare to go to our Ten Thousand Poison Sect to steal!"
"Hand over the treasure medicine, otherwise you will be beautiful!"
"Yes, hand over the treasure medicine!"
These Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples are not fools. They know that if Su Fan is allowed to take away the precious medicine, then they will probably not get the precious medicine. Therefore, it is better to let Su Fan hand over the precious medicine. It is fair to everyone. competition!
Su Fan sneered in his heart. He couldn't think that these Wan Poison sect disciples were so despicable that they even framed others for their greedy desires.
There is no need for such a dirty sect to exist anymore!
Must be thoroughly cleaned!
At this moment, the jackal came to Su Fan and said with a smile: "Boy, if I were you, I would leave this precious medicine behind. This precious medicine is not something that you can own with no cultivation skills. of!"
"There is no waste of cultivation base? Are you talking about me?" Su Fan asked indifferently.
"Of course, besides you, there can be...Ah!"
As soon as the Jackal wanted to continue speaking with a mocking face, he saw a fist suddenly bang, and then he felt a pain in his chest, and the sound of broken bones sounded, and he lost consciousness.
boom!
Su Fan punched out, directly smashing the hairy jackal's muscles and bones into slag, and the hairy jackal died suddenly, and the corpse was heavily smashed into the wall and embedded in it!
All this happened so fast that all the surrounding Poison Sect disciples didn't react.
When they reacted, the jackal was already dead!
"Kill, kill!"
"The jackal is dead, and it's dead with one punch..."
"Oh my god, the hairy jackal is a sixth-level soul master!"
"This person is physical cultivation, he didn't show his cultivation just now!"
"Able to smash a hairy jackal with one punch, this person's combat power must be comparable to that of the Soul Lord!"
"This person is powerful. I am waiting for an invincible enemy, so I quickly notify the Zongmen law enforcement team and let the law enforcement team handle him!"
The Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples in the store were not high in strength, and they were all below the Soul Sovereign Realm. Knowing that they were not Su Fan's opponents, they all began to slowly retreat and wanted to withdraw from the store.
Opposite the disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Su Fan, who started the killing ring, was full of murderous intent at this time. He looked at the disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Sect opposite, and his bloodthirsty heart was about to move again.
Huh!
With a slight flick of his feet, Su Fan's body rushed towards the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect like a cannonball. The strong wind was flying, and a pair of flesh fists resembled an unattainable mountain, slammed heavily!
"No, run, he wants to kill us!"
The disciples of Wan Pozong showed a panic when they saw this, and they no longer thought about retreating slowly, all of them turned their heads and ran away.
They wanted to run, but the door of the medicinal store was so small that it could only accommodate two or three people at a time. When so many people ran out together, the door was immediately blocked.
Boom boom boom!
"what!"
"what!"
...
Su Fan punched out his fists again and again, and the raging wind of fists harvested the lives of these ten thousand poisonous disciples like a sickle.
He only wanted to kill in his heart, so he didn't know what to do. Those Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples were beaten to pieces with a scream, and the whole shop was scattered with broken limbs.
Su Fan's figure flickered, and then he struck another person.
"Please don't kill me!"
The man made a sharp begging for mercy.
"Huh, it's you villain, go to hell!"
Su Fan glanced at him, and suddenly recognized that this person was Wang Jing who had framed him in the first place, his fist strength suddenly increased by half, and he roared out!
boom!
Covered by the shadow of the fist, Wang Jing burst into a cloud of blood without even screaming, with no bones left!
"Go and die!"
After solving Wang Jing, Su Fan turned his fist into his palm, and the sword intent in the depths of his soul gleamed with light and shadow, his palms split out, and the Wandao Sword Gang appeared and slammed forward, blasting forward with a force of overwhelming waves!
(End of this chapter)