The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Jiang Fan's heart sank slightly, and he also felt a repressive breath coming from the front. His face changed.

The Chu brothers and a group of white-robed guards beside him also sensed the danger and all surrounded Jiang Fan.

Just as they stopped, more than 30 people suddenly appeared on the road ahead, led by a middle-aged man in green clothes holding a spear.

The aura he exuded was extremely shocking. On his face, which was carved with knives and axes, there was a chill that made people's heart palpitate.

The moment she saw him, Zhong Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She unconsciously stood in front of Jiang Fan.

"This man is the Spear Immortal King Tuanzhi, the Right Protector of the Red Lotus Sect. His strength is above mine and he is close to being a Grandmaster. I will hold him back and you find a chance to escape!"

She said to Jiang Fan in a serious voice, and drew out the long sword from her waist. She stared at the middle-aged man opposite her without blinking.

As for the thirty men in black, they were obviously from the Blood Cloud Tower. They were full of murderous auras, and the silver badges of the assassins of the Blood Cloud Tower were hung on their waists.

A gleam of insight flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes.

The Blood Cloud Tower should be controlled by the Sixth Prince, so it is not surprising that he would send people to kill him.

After all, this guy has already made a move once, so this is a good opportunity.

But the Red Lotus Cult sent people to kill him, which was very strange. He had just thought about the tax and grain issue and whether it was related to the Red Lotus Cult when they appeared.

Moreover, they were mixed up with the people from the Blood Cloud Tower? This made things even weirder.

However, Jiang Fan looked calm and not surprised at all.

He had long anticipated that an ambush would occur, so it would not be difficult for those who were spying on him to find his whereabouts!

Gun Immortal?! Jiang Fan wanted to see which one was stronger, this Gun Immortal or his own gun.

"Eighth Prince, right? Someone doesn't want you to go to Hejianzhou, so please lend me your head so that I can go back and claim the reward!"

Wang Tuanzhi looked at Jiang Fan indifferently, with a hint of sarcasm and mockery in his voice.

He was very brave, coming to assassinate the prince Jiang Fan without even covering his face. It seemed that he was not afraid of being investigated by the court.

However, having said that, the Red Lotus Sect was a cult that had already shown signs of rebellion, and even if the imperial court had cracked down on it several times, it could not completely eliminate it.

They were hiding in the dark and were hard to find. Of course, more importantly, there were people in the court who were colluding with them, so it was really difficult to wipe them out.

"Wang Tuanzhi, how about we have a discussion?" Jiang Fan looked at Wang Tuanzhi with amusement.

As soon as he said this, Wang Tuanzhi and others on the opposite side showed contempt on their faces. They thought Jiang Fan wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

What else can we discuss? Of course, we should let him go.

"Haha... I never thought that the Eighth Prince would be so afraid of death! It's too late to beg for mercy now! Eighth Prince, you should save your energy. You... will die today."

Wang Tuanzhi said to Jiang Fan sarcastically. As he laughed, the killers of the Blood Cloud Tower showed contempt in their eyes, and the icy aura on their bodies intensified.

Zhong Ling, who was standing by, was also stunned by Jiang Fan's words. She also thought that Jiang Fan wanted to beg for mercy.

Is this guy so afraid of death? She remembered that Jiang Fan, whom she knew, was not indifferent to life and death, but at least he was not panicked when faced with difficulties and had everything planned out.

Just as she was thinking this, Jiang Fan smiled faintly, shook his head and said to Wang Tuanzhi: "You... are wrong. The one who should beg for mercy is not me, but you!"

As soon as he said this, Wang Tuanzhi and a group of assassins from the Blood Cloud Tower were stunned.

What did they hear? This guy actually asked them to beg for mercy. Damn, his head must have been caught in the door.

Before Wang Tuanzhi and others could come to their senses, Jiang Fan's teasing voice rang out again.

"Either you beg for mercy and retreat, and I'll spare your lives, or you all stay here and I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Tuanzhi and others were stunned again.

Zhong Ling also looked at Jiang Fan in surprise and was speechless for a long time.

Is this guy crazy? I'm kidding!

The one opposite him is the Spear Immortal King Tuanzhi, the right protector of the Red Lotus Sect. Even among the first-rate masters, he is definitely a powerful master.

The opponent alone could kill all the people on his side, not to mention that he also brought thirty silver-medal killers from the Blood Cloud Tower.

Where did he get the confidence to ask others to retreat or kill them all?

Zhong Ling was a little amused and couldn't help but give Jiang Fan a blank look.

At this point, could this guy please stop bragging and just look for a chance to escape?

"Haha... Eighth Prince, you are frightened, right? You are so arrogant to talk to me. I have to admire you!"

Wang Tuanzhi looked at Jiang Fan mockingly, and urged his warhorse to move towards Jiang Fan.

"Scared silly? How about... you try and see who kills who?" Jiang Fan looked at Wang Tuanzhi jokingly.

She seemed unaware of his approach.

Seeing this, Zhong Ling couldn't help but remind Jiang Fan: "Don't let them get close, otherwise, we will all die."

Jiang Fan smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Don't panic, I'll take care of everything!"

Zhong Ling almost got mad at Jiang Fan when she heard that.

Does this guy know the seriousness of the matter? That’s a killer from the Blood Cloud Tower, and also a top-notch master.

It would be fine if you didn't avoid him, but you actually stood there and let him get closer to you.

She really wanted to say to Jiang Fan, "Are you out of your mind? Can you please stop messing around?"

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back. Not to mention whether Jiang Fan would listen to her advice, even if Jiang Fan listened to her advice, it was too late now.

The enemy on the opposite side has come to a distance of six or seven feet in front, which is enough for the enemy to launch a surprise attack.

She sighed and protected Jiang Fan by his side. If anyone dared to attack Jiang Fan, she would do everything she could to protect him.

Wang Tuanzhi reined in his warhorse, looked at Jiang Fan mockingly, and said, "Everyone says that the Eighth Prince is extremely intelligent, but in my opinion, he is just an arrogant and stupid person like a pig!"

At this point, he smiled playfully and said, "You... shouldn't have let me get close..."

After he finished speaking, Wang Tuanzhi suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Jiang Fan. The killer from the Blood Cloud Tower also launched a surprise attack and killed him from the air.

Zhong Ling sighed when he heard this, and raised his sword to prepare for the attack.

However, at this moment, Jiang Fan's strange voice rang out.

"Wrong, you are the ones who shouldn't be close! Shoot..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Tuanzhi and the other assassins from the Blood Cloud Tower were stunned, and they all thought they had heard it wrong.

Obviously, they were within six or seven feet of each other, which should be beneficial to the Blood Cloud Tower.

What does Jiang Fan mean by this? Is he scared silly, or is his brain stuck in the door? And he even shot, what the hell is shooting?

Just as they were stunned, a series of bang sounds were heard.

At the same time, Zhong Ling's sword collided with Wang Tuanzhi's spear. Under the powerful energy impact, Zhong Ling was knocked back.

She was filled with astonishment, and fell onto the warhorse she was riding.

However, just as she sat down, she saw the assassins from the Blood Cloud Tower falling from the sky like dumplings.