Dragon God Swordsman
Making Young Master Suzho Jealous

"You?" said the middle-aged man whose arm was cut off by Fang An.

"If you still want to live, get out of here!" said Fang An stay flat.

"Fuck, attack and kill this young bastard!" exclaimed the middle-aged man to dozens of his friends.

Dozens of members of the five-coloured flag that were behind also moved to attack, but suddenly Fang An disappeared from everyone's sight.

The next second, one by one the heads of dozens of five-colored flag members were severed, then their bodies collapsed headlessly.

Not only did it shock everyone, but it also made Jiao Lin vomit from not being strong at the sight of blood, this was the first experience he had seen blood directly, let alone many headless bodies.

"Uuwheeekk"

"Uuwheeekk"

Jiao Lin could not help but vomit, while a headless body continued to fall before the gate, even the Jiao clan elder who was a mere intermediate stage heavenly warrior cultivator could not believe what he saw.

In a matter of less than 10 minutes, more than twenty five-colored flag members had been slaughtered by Fang An, then suddenly Fang An's sword was already on the neck of the middle-aged man whose arm he had cut off.

"You picked the wrong old man's opponent," said Fang An smilingly grinning, while his blood-stained sword stuck to the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man no longer feels pain, which is there now he is trembling in fear, even breaking out in cold sweat, willing to regret even uselessly, said the sage, regret coming from behind, regret coming from behind, because the first one came in registration.

"Please forgive me young master!" said the middle-aged man dropping down on his knees.

"I'm not the naive Fang An I used to be, there's no longer a second chance for anyone to bother me" Fang An said flatly, and

Slashwas..

The middle-aged man's head slipped on the ground, then stopped right in front of Jiao Lin, making Jiao Lin turn his face away and not want to see a disembodied head with both eyes wide open.

"Get rid of that young master! I don't want to see it," said Jiao Lin turning her face and closing her eyes firmly.

Fang An smiled at Jiao Lin's words, but he was also astonished, as a cultivator, why was Jiao Lin afraid of blood instead? wasn't that cultivator not spared from the blood?

Other than Jiao Lin's voice, not a single one of the cultivators, merchants and ordinary residents opened their voices, they were too afraid to open their voices.

The noise earlier before Fang An made a massacre, instantly becoming silent like a grave, even the city warrior in charge of inspecting every visitor of the city had nothing to say, thus making Fang An feel too excessive.

"I'm looking for 10 people to clear this up, I'll pay the individual 10 gold coins," Fang An said making the announcement, he wanted the disembodied headless body and head that was strewn about to be cleaned.

Upon hearing Fang An's exclamation, the cultivators quickly moved to clear the scattered headless corpse, not for 30 minutes, all of them had already been cleaned and burned.

Fang An then paid those cultivators, who asked for 10 people, but who did it 15 people, so Fang An took out 150 gold coins to pay them.

Finished paying, Fang An pulled Jiao Lin's hand into the city, while the third elder and the five disciples were still standing in their places, even when passing through the city gate there were no city warriors examining Fang An and Jiao Lin, the soldiers were already familiar with the figure of Jiao Lin.

"Where are we at the gate?" fang An asked after being inside Sanan city.

When they were about to arrive at the city center, again they got a ban, but this time it was not a member of the five-colored flag or any other association, but a young master, had liked Jiao Lin a long time ago, already, but his feelings were once rejected by Jiao Lin.

Currently Jiao Lin was walking with a young man, let alone the young man holding Jiao Lin's hand, thus making the young master jealous blindly, even his face looked red with anger, both palms were already clenched and cross-legged to hit Fang An.

"Are you sure young master? you're jealous because I'm holding Miss Lin's hand?" with one face, Fang An asked without caring about the face of the young man who was blocking their path.

"He's the young master of the hill thorn sect," said Jiao Lin introducing the young master of the hill thorn sect, or so-called young master Suzho.

"Let go of your dirty hands!" said young master Suzho staring intently at Fang An.

"No wonder Miss Jiao doesn't like you, you're too stupid" Fang An smiled, then pulled Jiao Lin's hand until Jiao Lin was in her arms

Fang An wanted to make young master Suzho even more upset and jealous, and it worked, looking that young master Suzho could not bear it anymore with Jiao Lin who was in Fang An's arms, even his body trembled from holding back the anger.

"Fuck, I'll break both your hands" cried young master Suzho, then darted towards Fang An with an extremely strong killing intent.

As the young master Suzho drew closer, Fang An turned Jiao Lin, then Jiao Lin's leg kicked the head of the young master Suzho and made the young master Suzho fall down hard.

"Hehehe... Even you are so weak, go home first, have a mirror right at home? take the mirror and read it first! you don't deserve to touch Miss Lin," Fang An chuckled.

The young master Suzho did not reply, he held the left cheek of the former kick Jiao Lin, then got up and left feeling cobbled, being over 10 meters away, the young master Suzho turned his body and said.

"Wait for my revenge!" said young master Suzho, then left with a deep feeling of arrogance and strong revenge intent.

"Go young master fool! just hide under your mother's tutelage, you don't deserve to be a young master, you deserve to be a madman" Fang An replied raising his voice.

Hearing Fang An's words, young master Suzho grew increasingly arrogant, unceasingly he cursed in annoyance.

"Don't forget to bring your ancestors too! I'm waiting here!" said Fang An provoking once more.

"Young master," quickly cut Jiao Lin, he knew very well how the ancestors of the hill thorn sect, even his father alone had great respect for such an old man

"What's wrong with you? why is your face so upset like that?" asked Fang An scratching his head.

"Aaaahhkk," Jiao Lin was annoyed and walked inside the city center.

Seeing Jiao Lin annoyed, Fang An only grinned, then walked following Jiao Lin from behind, while the third elder and the five disciples of the Jiao clan just kept quiet.

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