"You don't listen to your mother's words, come here!"

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu, looked at Wei Ran, and slowly walked to Li Qingluo.

"White-clothed sword saint Wei Ran? Don't be fine." Murong Fu said coldly.

"I have long admired Mr. Murong's name for a long time." Wei Ran responded with a smile.

"Do you have any complaints with me?"

"No."

"I have a grudge with you?"

"No, either." Wei Ran shook his head.

"Since there is no resentment or revenge, why do you want to kill my retainer Bao Buen?" Murong Fu's voice became even colder.

"Young Master Murong has been experiencing in the world for many years. Don't you understand? No one is in the world!" Wei Ran's expression was calm and he did not have the awareness of being besieged by murder.

"What a saying, "I'm in the world, do you know how hard I'm looking for you?"

"That's because Mr. Murong is worried about it."

Zheng!

Murong Fu suddenly moved, jumped and rushed to Wei Ran. The paper fan in his hand swept and swept towards Wei Ran with a sweeping force. Although it was a paper fan, its species was filled with true energy. With one blow, even trees the size of a bowl could be swept away.

"Cousin!" Wang Yuyan exclaimed. She didn't expect that her cousin Murong Fu would fight with Wei Ran as soon as she arrived. What should I do? Mr. Wei's martial arts are very good, so she should help her cousin.

"Just jumping clown." Wei Ran's expression remained motionless. When the paper fan came, his right hand rushed out quickly, like a yellow dragon coming out of the hole, unstoppable. He suddenly violently grabbed Murong Fu's folding fan, swung it hard, and the fan escaped from Murong Fu's hand and fell into Wei Ran's hand.

"What?" Murong Fu was shocked and quickly retreated.

"Young Master received the sword." Deng Baichuan threw the sword in his hand at Murong Fu.

"If you want a sword? Take it from me." Wei Ran took his left hand and threw it into Murong Fu's sword and entered Wei Ran's hand.

"Cousin, this is the Dragon Capture." Wang Yuyan reminded him, thinking in his heart that Mr. Wei's martial arts are unfathomable, and each move is extremely simple. He can't tell which school it is. What should I do?

"Brother, second brother, the thief's martial arts skills are too high. We will help the young master with his own strength to avenge the third brother." Feng Boye roared, lifted his sword and rushed towards Wei Ran. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!