The super son-in-law of the female president

Xiao Li's face was lying on the steering wheel, his face was covered with blood, his life and death were uncertain, obviously the injury was serious.

Lei Hu and Qin Fan were better.

Relying on his strong physique, Qin Fan held Lei Hu down the moment Lei Hu left his seat, saving Lei Hu from being hurt.

"hateful!"

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li, how are you doing?"

Xiao Li didn't speak, and the car kept going along the guardrail. Xiao Li's foot got stuck on the gas pedal, forcing the car to keep going.

Qin Fan cast his consciousness and briefly checked Xiao Li's condition.

"He was fine, he was just stunned and bumped his nose at the same time."

"Other than that, there were no major injuries."

After speaking, Qin Fan glanced at the road ahead, and there were already high-end villas on both sides of the road.

It should be less than a kilometer away from the Kanhai Textile Factory where Xu Wenxin's residence is located.

Zhang Tiankuang laughed, his seemingly lazy pace, but extremely relaxed to keep pace with the car ahead.

"Run, let me see where you are going!"

"Today, you all have to die here!"

Lei Hu quickly turned his head around and pointed towards the unrestrained Zhang Tiankuang.

Although it was a short-distance attack, the result was already obvious. This kind of heavy firepower blocking attack would not be able to hurt Zhang Tiankuang at all.

What's more, Zhang Tiankuang had expected this a long time ago. The moment Lei Hu's bullet was fired, he had already predicted the trajectory of the bullet in advance, and successfully dodged it.

"It's just a toy like this, but if you still want to hit Uncle Nakamoto, I will kill you first!"

With that said, Zhang Tiankuang tore open the car door casually.

Qin Fan also had no choice, maybe he had no way from the beginning.

But it has reached the point where it is necessary to fight, and if you don't fight, you will perish.

"I'll go to your second uncle!"

The moment Zhang Tiankuang tore open the car door, Qin Fan kicked angrily, hitting Zhang Tiankuang's thigh directly.

Zhang Tiankuang was caught off guard, and was kicked by Qin Fan with all his might, making him take several steps back, almost falling on the curb.

But he wasn't surprised at all. On the contrary, he looked at the Chery sedan moving forward very interestingly.

This small broken car has only three wheels left, and the body is even more dilapidated. It is really surprising that it can still drive forward.

At this time, Qin Fan was not so relaxed. He poked his head out and looked back at Zhang Tiankuang who was standing on the curb behind the car.

That kick just now was almost Qin Fan's strongest blow. I didn't expect Zhang Tiankuang to act like a normal person.

Is it really so powerful that the tenth level of the mirror is perfect?
This is too strong, with a difference of one and a half levels, as insurmountable as a gutter.

"Qin Fan, are you so anxious to die?"

"Hmph, anyway, you both have to die. Killing whoever is the first is not killing, but I still like to play slowly. I see how long you can last to protect him!"

Speaking of which, Zhang Tiankuang laughed arrogantly, and ran towards Qin Fan Qirui crazily.

Lei Hu shrank his pupils, broke out in a cold sweat, and muttered to himself: "It's over, it seems that there is no time to call to explain the funeral."

Qin Fan sneered, "Huh, what you said, neither of us will die! Trust me!"

Lei Hu shook his head and sighed: "You can't beat him..."

Lei Hu hadn't finished what he wanted to say when he saw Qin Fan jumping off the moving car.

"In case I die, you have to help me take care of my father, anyway, he won't be alive for a few months."

Lei Hu was stunned. It seemed that in order to give Lei Hu a chance to escape, Qin Fan took the initiative to intercept Zhang Tiankuang himself.

Lei Hu was not so hypocritical, he looked at Qin Fan who had gradually distanced himself, and a tear came out of his eyes.

"Good brother, if I can escape, I will treat your father as my father and your wife as my wife."

"Bah, bah, bah, I'm trying my best to cure Xu Xin..."

Zhang Tiankuang laughed conceitedly, and looked at Qin Fan, "A guy who doesn't know what he can do, still wants to take the initiative?"

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and those who are afraid of tigers will be eaten by tigers. Don't you understand this truth?"

stare!
With a sudden leap, he soared into the air.

Zhang Tiankuang immediately raised his fist in the air, "You are so young, let me, the elder, send you home!"

"Look at the trick, Tungus' Great Fist!"

Hit hard!

The wind of this punch was actually mixed with a strange force, emitting a faint silver light, like a comet, directly hitting Qin Fan's heart.

Qin Fan also had a serious face.

He looked at Zhang Tiankuang and swooped over. It was completely impossible to run away at this speed.

Only one battle, only one battle, can there be any chance of survival.

Without further ado, Qin Fan took out a bronze dagger from his pocket.

After injecting spiritual power, it actually emitted a strange purple-red light.

Zhang Tiankuang, who was a bit arrogant at first, changed his face instantly when he saw Qin Fan showing his dagger. At the same time, he quickly withdrew his hand and jumped to another place in fright.

Seeing the situation, Qin Fan also jumped back a long distance, keeping a distance of tens of meters away from Zhang Tiankuang.

"It turned out to be a spiritual weapon!"

"Who the hell are you? Where did you learn from!"

At this time, Zhang Tiankuang looked at Qin Fan with complicated eyes.

Spiritual weapons are the best weapons for practitioners, as long as they are infused with the legendary 'spiritual energy', they can trigger magical powers.

But in this world, there are very few spiritual weapons. In Zhang Tiankuang's knowledge, apart from a few old monsters who have practiced for many years, no one else can possess spiritual weapons.

Even his own master, or even his master's master, has a spiritual weapon.

Only the master uncle has a fragment of the spirit weapon.

And Qin Fan, at such a young age, was able to cultivate his cultivation to the level of the Ninth Stage of Condensing Mirror, and even had a complete spiritual weapon in his hand.

Could this Qin Fan be an inner disciple of a super sect?
It's not like, this kind of power has long since disappeared in this world.

Otherwise, how could Zhang Tiankuang have never even heard of Zhang Tiankuang who has been wandering around the rivers and lakes for so many years.

At present, his deeds about the spiritual weapon still exist in ancient legends.

"What's wrong, are you dumb!"

"Your uncle, I am asking you!"

Zhang Tiankuang's tone of arrogance has eased a lot compared to before.

Obviously, Zhang Tiankuang is not afraid of anything, nor afraid of anything.

Qin Fan rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

I thought about what to say.

In the next second, Qin Fan said with a blank expression on his face, "The short sword in my hand is just a gadget that my master and his old man gave me every year and festival. People of your level don't deserve to know!"