Chapter 1590: Collect money

"The surname is Su, I advise you to let me go, otherwise we won't have any good fruits when our sect master comes!"
The golden dart gate monk who was caught by Su Fan kept struggling, and his eyes were full of resentment towards Su Fan.
"Are you talking about Rody?"
Su Fan sneered disapprovingly: "He is just a Holy King of the Nine Tribulations, so what can you do to me? If he dares to come forward for you, I don't mind sending him to see Sun Chao!"
"Sun Chao? You mean the grandson of the Huiwu Gang? What did you do to him?"
Upon hearing the words, the monk at the golden dart door suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.
"Of course he was sent where he should be!"
Su Fanyi pointed something, then looked at the other person, smiled cruelly: "Don't worry, you have to go now too!"
"you……"
The Golden Dart Gate monk realized that something was wrong, and just wanted to ask something, but saw that Su Fan suddenly took out a strange little stove.
And this little stove is nothing else, it is the sacred fire furnace filled with sacred fire!
"I have to say that you are very lucky today. There are not many monks in this world who have the opportunity to die under such a powerful flame!"
After speaking, Su Fan gently patted the Sacred Fire Furnace, and a small flame floated out of it.
boom!
The power of the sacred fire is not trivial, even if it is just a flame, the hot energy that it emits instantly evaporates all the water within a kilometer of a radius!
"What kind of flame is this, the temperature is so high!"
"The extreme heat of Earth Fire is nothing but this!"
"Oh my god, it's so hot, I feel my blood is about to evaporate!"
All the cultivators outside the court retreated one after another, and even the demigods of Qunying Town felt a severe burning sensation on their skin.
"Is this Su Fan an iron body?"
The demigods watched in horror, and Su Fan, who was standing in the center of the fire, did not have any abnormalities on his body.
"Could it be the armor he wore, not afraid of flames?"
"It is also possible that his energy membrane blessing effect is fire-resistant!"
"Doesn't that mean that if the flame cultivator is against him, there is no chance of winning at all!"
People have talked a lot about the power of the capable person not only because the energy membrane can double the strength of the monks, but also that different energy membranes have different effects.
Everyone guessed that Su Fan's current situation is likely to be his own energy membrane, which has certain fire resistance.
However, they all guessed wrong. The reason Su Fan was not afraid of Shenhuo was because Xiaoyun, the weapon of Shenhuo Furnace, had admitted him.
Therefore, this made Su Fan not afraid of divine fire burning.
Immediately afterwards, the flames floating in the air, under the control of Su Fan's spiritual power, suddenly crashed into the arms of the monk at the Golden Dart Gate.
Although the cultivation base of this golden dart monk had already reached the intermediate-level holy king stage, his body was still as weak as a baby when facing the divine fire.
Chi Chi Chi!
The tongue of fire instantly licked the whole body of the cultivator of the Golden Dart Gate, and a burnt smell instantly spread.
Before the golden dart gate cultivator even had time to scream, he was directly burned into ashes.
Sparks shot everywhere, and the ashes flying around were quickly burned empty.
call out!
The flame flew back to the mouth of the Shenhuo Furnace, and disappeared in a short while.
People's eyes were wide open. They had never seen such a terrifying picture before, and they were all too scared to say anything.
Because they discovered that the monk who was burned to death did not even run out of his soul, and was truly destroyed by his body and spirit!
The flame is so terrible, even the soul of a person can be burned easily!
"The stove in his hand is absolutely extraordinary!"
Lu Ruocheng said in horror, his eyes staring at the sacred fire furnace in Su Fan's hand, his jealousy even more intense.
"Sure enough, Su Fan is carrying a lot of treasures, as the rumors said!"
While Jing Xiuxuan was frightened in her heart, her eyes flashed a greedy light: "If I can get a treasure like this from him, my strength will increase by at least 30%!"
When Lu Ruocheng and Ning Xiangyun heard the words, their eyes flickered. Obviously, what Jing Xiuxuan said was what they had in mind.
"Leader Su, I am willing to pay you!"
"I am also willing to spend money to buy my life!"
After seeing the fate of the Golden Dart Gate cultivator, the cultivators who were hesitant just now finally compromised.
After all, money is something outside the body, and money can be earned again, but if life is gone, it is blessed and hard to enjoy.
"Leader Su, this is one hundred thousand sacred crystals, please keep it away!"
Finally, someone came forward to pay the money first, but Su Fan gave him a cold look and said, "Not enough!"
"not enough?"
Renda was shocked: "Didn't you say that a life is a hundred thousand sacred crystal?"
"Huh! That was the price just now!"
Su Fan snorted coldly: "Because some of you are trying to escape, so I decided to add another 50,000, a total of 150,000 holy crystals, you can't miss me!"
Having said that, Su Fan scanned the crowd once, and said: "If someone still wants to escape after waiting for a while, I will add another 50,000 for each run, until no one dared to escape!"
Everyone heard the words, their faces turned green, and they hated the dead golden dart gate monk, and even the people who took them to look at other golden dart gates were a bit unpleasant.
"Why, if it weren't for your selfishness, how could we get into such a passive situation!"
"This extra fifty thousand sacred crystals, you people at the golden dart gate must pay us!"
"Yes, if you don't take it out, we will collectively go to Luo Ji for the money!"
The monks present were all masters who did not like to suffer.
Although they gathered together, they really couldn't screw Su Fan's thigh.
However, if they can't beat Su Fan, can they still beat the Golden Dart Gate?
At this moment, the mentality of bullying and fearing hardship was vividly reflected in these monks.
"Elder Jia, you bring some people over to collect money!"
Su Fan ordered Jia Wuzeng in the queue of the Brotherhood.
When Jia Wuzeng heard the words, his expression was a little startled, and he immediately nodded in response: "Yes, Lord Lord!"
With Su Fan's oppression by force, the rest of the matter was logical.
Most of the cultivators who participated in the slander of the Brotherhood in the room had obediently handed in the money.
As for the very few people who claimed to have no money, Su Fan was not polite, and directly asked Hu Mozhen to go up and kill them all one by one.
"My lord, the dozen or so people over there said they haven't scolded us!"
At this moment, a member of the Brotherhood League ran over and pointed to a small group in a corner and said.
"Oh, really?"
Su Fan heard this and looked in the direction that the allies pointed.