Chapter 111: Despicable Songde

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Then, Song De and Shangguan Qingyu flirted and scolded for a while, then walked to Su Fan step by step, glanced at Su Fan casually, held his head high and hooked his hook, and said in a contemptuous tone: " Trash, in order to show my respect for you, I will first let you do a trick and use all your power, otherwise it will be my turn to make a move, and you will have no chance!"
"Really?" Su Fan glanced at him faintly, with a joking over the corners of his mouth: "Alright, I will make a move to let you see and see!"
After that, Su Fan punched straight to Song De's chest. With this punch, he basically didn't use his full strength, and it looked limp.
"Haha, trash, why don't you use all your strength, do you know that you are not my opponent and give up on yourself? I tell you, it's too late! Even if you kneel down today and lick my shoes and beg me, it's useless!"
Seeing Su Fan's loose fist, Song De mistakenly thought that Su Fan was really scared, and straightened up and laughed loudly at him!
boom!
The soft fist accurately hit Song De's undefended chest, making a dull loud noise.
Click!
"What...puff!"
Song De's laughter stopped abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly from his chest all the way up. The ribs on his chest broke three or four in an instant, and he himself was bowed into a shrimp by Su Fan!
"Brother De!"
Shangguan Qingyu, who was sitting quietly on the grass waiting for Song De's triumphant return, was taken aback. The man she valued most was actually spitting blood out of Su Fan's light punch.
How is this possible? Isn't Su Fan a fourth-level trash soul? This was said by Song De himself, but how to explain the scene that happened before him?
Shangguan Qingyu looked at Song De who was vomiting blood stupidly. She felt that the world was too crazy, and a genius could be vomited by waste!
"Master Song, how are you satisfied with my punch?"
Su Fan retracted his fists, clapped his hands, and said in a joking tone.
"You!...Puff!"
Song Deqiang endured the pain, his face was pale and he wanted to speak, only to vomit another gulp of blood.
Then I heard a thumping sound. Uncle Song De, who was still awe-inspiring just now, fell sideways...
Su Fan looked at Song De, who was constantly vomiting blood out, with a look of helplessness. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground, and said sharply: "Song, I ask you, the one nearby What is the origin of the thousands of people?"
At this time, Song De had already vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and his mouth was full of blood plasma. He saw him with a dazed smile and said, "What qualifications do you have to question Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu will not tell you! Hey...Su Fan, don't be proud, I will get revenge sooner or later!"
"Did not say?"
Su Fan looked cold, he didn't expect that Song De still had a bit of backbone.
"If you don't say I will kill you!"
Su Fan squinted his eyes and put the Heaven Punishment Sword on Song De's neck!
Song De only felt a cold neck and saw a sharp blade appear in front of him.
There was an excitement in his heart, and he looked at Su Fan, who was intent on killing. Only then did he remember that he had almost lost the ability to resist now. If Su Fan was angered, he would probably lose his life!
As soon as his eyes rolled, a trick came to his mind.
Then Song Deji said in a panic, "Su... Fan, Su Fan, we have something... if we have something to discuss, it's not good to use a knife and a gun, right?"
"Hmph, then you can talk about it, what's the matter with over a thousand people nearby!"
Seeing Song De seemed to have compromised, Su Fan said slowly.
In fact, he had already decided to pay attention in his heart, and when he got the information, he would kill this with one sword!
Song De said weakly, "Su Fan, I... don't have the strength... to speak, you can hear clearly when you get closer!"
"Hmph, you can't do any tricks!" Su Fan said suspiciously.
"I don't even have the strength to stand up right now. What can I do to you... If you don't believe it... forget it!" Song De smiled miserably, and continued to say weakly.
In fact, he was very nervous at this moment, for fear that Su Fan would not be caught.
"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Su Fan sneered.
He is extremely confident in his own strength, and Sude's current state does not pose a threat to him.
Then Su Fan pulled Song De closer to him, and said impatiently: "Now it's all right, you say!"
"I'm telling you...you go to my death!"
Song De was halfway through his words. He changed his immortal appearance just now, his spirit lifted slightly, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There was a fierce light in his eyes, and his right hand took out a paper bag from his arms and hit Su Fan's face with all his strength!
Snapped!
When the paper bag hit Su Fan's face, it spread quickly, spraying a pile of gray-green powder from it, and he inhaled a little without noticing it!
Su Fan's face changed, and he quickly covered his nose and stepped back. At this time, a feeling of numbness quickly rushed into all corners of his body. He only felt weak in his limbs and his whole body was as heavy as lead. !
"What is this?" Su Fan asked with a cold face, holding his body strong.
He never expected that because of his carelessness, he underestimated Song De, and he was hit by the opponent's dark hand.
Fortunately, his strength is far from being very human, and it will be fine for a while...
"Ma Ti San, although it is only a human-level inferior potion, I think it is enough to deal with you!"
Because Su Fan couldn't move, Song De also fell to the ground. At this moment, he was half-side down and answered Su Fan's question in a proud tone.
"Despicable villain, I will kill you!" Su Fan said coldly, his star eyes full of killing intent.
"Kill me? Trash, if I'm not wrong, you can't move your whole body now! Hehehe..." Song De grinned grimly, and then he rushed to Shangguan Qingyu, who was sitting next to him, and said, "Qingyu, go and He killed me. Don't worry, he was hit by Ma Ti San. If there is no Detoxification Pill, he won't be able to move for three hours!"
"Detoxification Pill?"
A gleam of light flashed in Su Fan's eyes. There were just ten Detoxification Pills in his system space, which were still rewards from the soul-man's third-level gift package. He thought it had been useless, so he put them away!
However, the power of the system will only automatically heal his own injuries, I don't know if detoxification is possible.
At this moment, something that Su Fan could not imagine happened. The black light representing Wu Ling'er in the system space flashed, and a detoxification pill was instantly decomposed and turned into a medicinal power into his. In the body.
"Thank you, Ling'er!" Su Fan thanked with joy in his heart.
Hum!
There was a slight buzzing sound in the black light, which seemed to be responding to him.
As the power of the Jiedu Pill continued to spread, the numbness in Su Fan's body was gradually subsiding, and his nerves soon became sensible.