Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

Fang Fan stretched out his hand at will...touched his nose...

"What are you doing……"

Jianming was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind the other practitioners, his body trembling uncontrollably...

Now he has a shadow on Fang Fan's hand...

Every movement is a slap in the face, he can't bear it!

Said it must not be afraid, not afraid at all, is it possible? Is it realistic?

This fear is so real!

"I just touch my nose, what are you afraid of?"

Fang Fan said speechlessly.

"Who... who is afraid!"

"Is this young palace lord afraid of you? I am the young palace lord of Tianjian Palace!"

"Haha! Fang Fan, if I were you, I would kneel down and beg for mercy..."

Snapped……

This time, Fang Fan slapped him firmly in the face, and a sense of vibration came, which seemed extraordinarily real.

"You... didn't you touch your nose? Why hit me!"

Jianming was sobbing, it was so difficult!

"I touched my nose just now, but now I hit you, what? Is there any problem?"

Fang Fan shrugged with a casual look on his face.

What a big deal, as for such a wailing?

"You... you choose the divine sword! I'm going to crush you!"

Jianming clenched his hands into fists on the sides, his teeth were chattering frantically, he had had enough of these days! Now he wants Fang Fan to quickly choose the Divine Sword, so that he can find a better one with a higher level to hang Fang Fan!

At that time, according to the agreement of God's contract, Fang Fan must die...

Thinking of this, Jianming's whole person is full of energy.

This is the feeling, what he wants is this effect!

"Pick the Divine Sword? Who told you that I'm going to pick the Divine Sword here?"

"A group of high-level quasi-holy swords, hehe..."

"You didn't intend to stop there, did you?"

"That's it? Dare to make a contract of God with me?"

Fang Fan smiled softly, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Being compared to ten by Fang Fan, Jianming's complexion instantly became flushed...

asshole! bastard! The damn guy! Actually... actually humiliating myself!

How can you do this!

The sixth floor of the Sword Tomb is not enough for you to toss? There is already a five-star emperor-level sword qi pressure here! You are going to heaven!

Jianming took a few breaths, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch wildly...

In fact, his initial plan was indeed to stay on the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb to select the Divine Sword, but now that Fang Fan is so provoked, it would be a great shame if he really stayed here!

He is unwilling to bear such humiliation!

People have a face... He can't do such a shameful thing!

"I... Of course I didn't plan to stay on the sixth floor only!"

"How is my limit here?"

"My potential has not yet been tapped!"

"I think you shouldn't force it!"

"If you can't hold it, you can't hold it. It's fine to say it clearly. Why are you pretending to be here?"

"The sixth floor of the sword mound... For me, it's easy!"

Jianming proudly held his head high, pretending to be forced to the end...

This qi must not be vented, otherwise it will be a total failure.

Fang Fan was inexplicably amused when he saw Jianming's appearance...

Forcible pretense is the most deadly!

"Oh, I see……"

"In that case, continue to climb the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb!"

"Let's go!"

As Fang Fan said, he walked over by himself.

The dozen or so people behind him also followed closely behind him... He was about to move forward.