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The next moment, Lin Fan appeared and took down King Ju Ming in the same way.

Lin Fan threw the two men into the crowd without blushing or breathing heavily.

As calm as ever!

Everyone laughed.

"The Persian Archbishop is nothing special!"

"What about King Ju Ming and King Qi Xin? They talk a lot of nonsense, but once they fight, won't they be defeated by our leader?"

"It's ridiculous!"

After hearing this, King Ju Ming and King Qi Xin both turned pale and were unable to speak.

Just now, the two of them were even more arrogant than this, threatening to wipe out the Ming Cult in Middle-earth.

Now, he was slapped in the face by Lin Fan in public, and he suddenly felt that he had lost all his face.

Lin Fan didn't kill the two of them just now. He just froze their bodies and prevented them from moving, thus saving their lives.

Someone in the crowd of the Persian Archbishop shouted loudly.

"Don't be impulsive!"

"Put down King Ju Ming and King Qi Xin so we can discuss this!"

"Lin Fan! You have hostages, and so do we! How about exchanging them?"

Then, the three Fengyun envoys walked out from the crowd, bringing someone with them.

The man was hunched over, leaning on a cane, and looked very old.

She was an old lady wearing a golden flower on her head and had a very ugly appearance.

Seeing this, Lin Fan sneered.

"ridiculous!"

"Who are you, the hostage? Can you be compared with the three Treasure Tree Kings?"

Everyone in the Ming Cult also laughed.

"Persian Archbishop, is he crazy?"

"Seeing that you've tried everything you can think of, you probably can't think of any good solution!"

"Why not just surrender and let our Sect Leader Lin Fan manage the Grand Sect? That would be your good fortune!"

Only Xie Xun had a serious expression.

"I didn't expect you and I to meet here. It's been so long!"

As soon as he said this, everyone was immediately confused.

The three envoys of Fengyun spoke loudly, "Although the Lion King is blind, he recognized her identity!"

As he spoke, he reached out and peeled off a piece of mask from the old lady's face.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the old lady's face was just a human skin mask.

Her true appearance was that of an extremely beautiful middle-aged woman with creamy skin, almond eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Purple-shirted Dragon King!"

Suddenly, everyone in the Ming Cult exclaimed in surprise!

Especially Fan Yao and others, how could they not know this person!

It was none other than Daiqisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King, one of the four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult in Middle-earth!

It is unexpected that so many Dharma Kings would gather together under such circumstances.

Lin Fan was also slightly stunned. It was said that when Daiqisi was young, she was known as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world and had countless suitors.

Looking at her now, even though she is already middle-aged, she is still incredibly beautiful, and her appearance is far better than most beauties.

It can be seen that the rumors in the martial arts world are not false!

Daiqisi's true identity was exposed by the Persian Archbishop, so she simply stopped pretending.

He threw away the crutch in his hand, said nothing, and just sneered.

He didn't seem to care that he was in the hands of the Persian Archbishop, and was not afraid even of death.

The Persian Grand Master was chattering away at this moment, and no one knew what was going on. Everyone in the Ming Cult was looking at King Juming.

"Translate, translate, what are they saying?"

King Ju Ming sneered.

"Why? Do you need anything from me now?"

Lin Fan spoke calmly.

"If you don't tell me, I'll let you die now."

King Juming looked at him with fear, feeling that every word and action of Lin Fan was filled with an indescribable sense of intimidation, and just one look made him tremble in his heart.

In fact, he was scared after being beaten by Lin Fan just now!

He said honestly.

"They're saying that Daiqisi not only defected from the Ming Cult, but also married illegally."

"If you don't replace her, burn her to death."

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and felt a little anxious.

King Jumin was halfway through translating when he suddenly stopped talking.

On the contrary, the Persian Archbishop was still saying something.

Lin Fan immediately noticed something was wrong: "What are they talking about? Why are you suddenly not translating?"

King Ju Ming sneered and said nothing more, as if he had suddenly gained courage.

Everyone in the Ming Cult knew that something was wrong, and the Persian Grand Master was probably about to take action!

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound, and the three envoys of wind and cloud rushed over and went straight for Lin Fan!

The injuries on the three of them had not yet fully healed, and when they looked at Lin Fan, their hearts suddenly began to beat fast.

However, this was the order of the Persian Archbishop, and they had to obey.

Therefore, the three of them gritted their teeth and joined forces to fight against Lin Fan!

Lin Fan laughed out loud and said, "My men are about to be defeated!"

"Even when the three of you had the Holy Fire Token in your hands, you were still no match for me."

"What difference does it make now?"

When the three heard this, their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Losing to Lin Fan was the greatest shame and humiliation in their lives.

Now that Lin Fan said this on purpose, he was simply opening up their scars!

While the fight was going on here, three more people suddenly jumped out from the other side.

It turned out that the three of the Treasure Tree Kings, namely, the Diligent Practice King, the Evil Suppression King, and the Meritorious King, rushed out to snatch the hostages!

They knew very well that Lin Fan would never compromise with them, let alone exchange hostages.

Therefore, he wanted to use the three envoys of wind and cloud to divert Lin Fan's attention, so that King Qinxiu, King Zhen'e and King Gongde could take the opportunity to take action.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Wuji immediately grabbed King Juming and King Qixin and retreated.

Xie Xun stood in front with the Dragon Slaying Sword, waving it like a black dragon.

"No one is allowed to come here!"

he yelled.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"The Persian Archbishop underestimates me."

"Think you three can stop me?"

As he spoke, he turned his wrist and a long sword emitting an icy cold aura suddenly appeared!

The three Fengyun envoys' expressions changed when they saw this!

Lin Fan didn't give the three of them any chance to dodge, and in an instant he had already struck with the Snow Drinking Blade!

The sharp blade flashed, and the cold air covered the sky!

For a moment, an extremely cold atmosphere instantly enveloped all the space, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a lot, causing the three envoys of Fengyun to tremble!

The blade light was even more domineering, crossing the space and slashing towards the three envoys of wind and cloud!

The three of them barely joined forces, using all their internal strength to forcefully block the knife head-on!

puff!

Suddenly, the three of them spat out blood!

The three envoys of Fengyun flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, flew more than ten feet away, and fell heavily to the ground!

The three men were extremely weak, their faces were as pale as gold paper, and blood was still flowing from their mouths.

With one blow, the three men completely lost their ability to fight!

The Persian Archbishop's people couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the scene before them!

“What kind of Kung Fu is this!”

"The Three Envoys of Wind and Cloud were so powerful, yet they were beaten like this by a single blow!"

"No wonder Lin Fan is able to lead the Ming Cult in the Middle-earth. His methods are truly astonishing!"

"It seems we underestimated him. We should have called more men!"

The Persian Archbishop's men spoke in Persian, and their eyes, when they looked at Lin Fan, were filled with shock that was difficult to conceal!