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Chapter 395 Experts, come sign a vote

Time passed minute by minute, and no one spoke. Those few people could only hear the wind on the grassland and the sound of their own blood dripping.

This feeling of not being able to see it at all and having to wait quietly for his blood to drain out finally revealed his power.

A great master could no longer bear this torture and hissed: "What are you asking? I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Surprisingly, no one else scolded him. Thinking about it, his feelings were pretty much the same.

Jiang Fan bared his teeth and smiled: "Just take a look and I'll tell you there will be someone sensible. Okay, I'll stop the bleeding for you."

As he spoke, he walked forward and tapped the man's acupuncture points.

"But don't worry, the others don't seem to have figured it out yet. Wait for them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three people spoke almost at the same time: "I'll say it too."

Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "Okay, just think about it. But I'm a little impatient to wait, so let's wait for half a cup of tea, and the sensible people will chat together, and the ignorant ones will ignore it."

There was only half a cup of tea and not many breaths. Except for one great master, all of them abandoned the dignity of saints or great masters and directly compromised.

"Okay," Jiang Fan clapped his hands: "No more waiting."

After saying that, he took off the blindfolds of several people, walked up to the only person who didn't speak with the iron pick, and stabbed the main artery in the neck with the pick.

In an instant, blood spurted out, and the man screamed and twisted, then slowly straightened up and became motionless.

They were so cruel and ruthless that the remaining eight people were sweating with white hair and their hearts were still filled with fear.

"Okay, let's chat."

The eight masters felt aggrieved. Why don't you let us down? Why are we hanging around like this?

However, the young man didn't seem to mean that at all. He held his chin and looked at a few people: "First of all, I don't have many questions. If you don't answer them, they are useless. Just go and accompany him later."

He pointed to the one who had just died and said.

Several people felt nervous again. Jiang Fan was very satisfied with their condition and pressed forward step by step without giving any chance to consider other things, such as the elements of torture.

Then several old men watched Jiang Fan chatting with those jiliguala in barbarian language for a long time, but they didn't know what they said.

All in all, Jiang Fan looked very satisfied.

Seeing that the chat was over, a great master tentatively said: "This... is done, can you let us go?"

Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Of course, why keep a few of them? We don't have much food."

Someone's heart skipped a beat: "Aren't you going to kill people and silence them?"

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "Why? Why do you want to kill people and silence them? I am a very kind person."

God is so kind!

Several great experts are unable to complain.

However, Jiang Fan's words still made them feel slightly relieved.

However, at this moment, I saw the young man waving to the people behind him: "Thank you, Mr. Sun and Mr. Tian, ​​can you help me cast a curse?"

Tian Yuan and Sun Daotong stepped forward, and Jiang Fan said: "Two of you, please, put some medicine in their bodies, and then create a formation. It should be secretive and try not to be seen."

Sun Daotong chuckled: "I know you didn't hold it in well, okay, I'm good at this."

Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at the eight incomprehensible experts: "Anyone among you can understand Chinese, yes, let me tell you, I will create a formation in your body, and then add some poison..."

Several people were stunned at that time, and their faces turned pale.

Jiang Fan showed a devilish smile: "In order to make it easier for you to know the situation, I will give you a free introduction. Even the great sage has no chance of being able to withstand this poison and formation."

Someone loudly said: "We have already said it, why do you still want to kill me?"

Jiang Fan said: "Don't worry, there is no need to go to such trouble to kill you. As long as you obey, you will be fine. Do whatever you need to do when you go back. When I call you, you can do whatever I want you to do. Do you understand?"

A saint frowned: "Who are you?"

Jiang Fan looked at him: "You know what you are asking, you are not stupid, you have already guessed it. Yes, let me introduce myself, I am Xiaoyao Wang, Jiang Fan."

Even though everyone had some guesses, when he said it himself, these people were still shocked.

Sure enough, it was the King of Qin, Jiang Fan, who brought his servants into the grassland and raved that King Zuo Xian's army of 300,000 people could not keep him.

However, now it seems that they are not bragging.

The saint said coldly: "Although we have said a lot of things, if you let us assassinate the king and harm the people, it is absolutely impossible. You can kill us now."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "Don't worry, don't worry, I know it won't work, and I don't plan to do it."

"Then what on earth are you going to do?" The man was confused.

Jiang Fan said: "Don't worry, we won't need it now. We'll talk about it later. Anyway, as long as you obey then, your constraints will be released."

The ants are still living in vain, let alone these masters who have finally cultivated to this point? Several people looked at each other and said nothing.

The process of performing the surgery went smoothly, but even the torture to this point has taken a good half of the day.

Finally, Jiang Fan also pulled a trick and got a certificate of investment and asked several people to sign it.

"Let me read this for you all. What is written above is: From today on, so-and-so swears allegiance to King Qin Xiaoyao in the name of Changshengtian, in exchange for the alchemy master to refine the elixir. Take this as proof, and never betray. Signed: so-and-so

certain."

This coquettish operation left several old men speechless. Poisoning and hiding in the formation was not enough, but he also obtained a certificate of surrender and triple insurance. These people were definitely controlled by him. In short, for the first time, they had a feeling for the barbarian.

Inexplicable sympathy.

After listening to the content, the barbarian masters looked at Jiang Fan's handsome face as if they were seeing an evil devil.

"Okay, how many of you can sign and pledge? I wish us a happy cooperation!"

Happy? You are the only one who is happy! If you sign this thing, the yellow mud will fall off your crotch. It is either shit or shit.

The Eight Great Masters are so naive. If they take out this thing in the future, no one will believe that they are still loyal to the grassland. It's a pity that people have to bow their heads under the low eaves.

"Okay," Jiang Fan said with satisfaction.

"You haven't seen me, and I haven't seen you either. You should take action when we meet in the future, but just don't come. Aren't you going to see Prince Du Lun? How many of you, please?"

The eight masters looked at each other in confusion, completely confused about Jiang Fan's purpose.

"Are you serious about letting us go?" a saint said, still a little unsure.

"Of course, the petition has been signed. If you are one of us, please leave quickly. I'll see you later."

See you later? The eight masters murmured, if it weren't for the weirdness in the body, who would want to see you or who would be kicked in the head by a cow.

In the end, Jiang Fan let them leave without making any demands.

What's even more interesting is that Jiang Fan actually gave each of them an elixir. It was a genuine elixir master's handiwork, which surprised and confused the eight masters.

Seeing those guys who had been teased by Jiang Fan for most of the day leave, the woodcutter couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Why keep them here? Why don't we kill Shuangli."

Seeing Jiang Fan staring at him with his eyes narrowed in amusement, Zhang Qiu's beard snorted: "Brother, this kid is full of bad things. Don't worry, he's got it right."
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