Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

"This mother is too cruel...Master Wu."

Wang Fan, who had just joined Zhu Qing's camp, stood on a tree branch and whispered to Master Wu.

Master Wu, who was dressed in green clothes, crossed his bracelets and smiled lightly: "Hmph, anyway, I don't decide to go down. Whoever goes down will die."

"En? How do you say, Master Wu?"

Wang Fan pointed to the red smoke who was killing and killing and asked, "Master Wu, what does Master Wu mean to say that we can't beat this woman even among a bunch of masters?"

While they were talking, Hong Yan chopped off the head of the person under the tree, and that head flew into the air like a propeller.

Grasping that strand of hair with one hand, Master Wu showed it to Wang Fan: "Look, this section is extremely neat. It's purely brute force, without any skill."

"Doesn't this just mean that she is not good at using knives?" Wang Fan didn't quite understand what Master Wu wanted to express.

Master Wu threw down the head in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "But she also uses punches. I have already guessed her identity."

"Who?"

"The head of the Han family, Han Ningchu." Master Wu said lightly.

"Eh? Why don't you tell Young Master Zhu Qing?" Wang Fan was so shocked that he immediately took out his phone.

"You think young master Zhu Qing is doing his job? In order to win, young master Zhu Qing hid more than 20 saints on the mountain. It is estimated that Zhu Mo will soon be on top of it."

Wang Fan nodded half-understanding, put his phone away, and continued to ask, "How do you know that she is Han Ningchu?"

"My junior brother fought against her a year ago, so I know her a little bit."

"Master Wu, is your junior brother so powerful? How can you still survive fighting Patriarch Han?" Wang Fan felt admiration instantly.

"Uh..." Master Wu coughed twice with embarrassment on his face: "Cough... there are missing arms and legs, and you are in a vegetable state. Are you still strong?"

"It's quite powerful if you can live... Don't talk about this, just tell me what kind of martial arts this Han Ningchu practiced, and why he is so terrifyingly strong."

"Martial arts? Saying it may scare you."

"Most people know the martial arts she practiced, and that martial art is the basic skill Bawang Jin." Master Wu said with a smile.

Wang Fan was surprised at first, and immediately waved his hands and smiled: "How is it possible? Bawangjin can only last for 1 minute. It has been a long time and I haven't seen her combat power weaken."

Seeing Han Ningchu's appearance not only did not weaken, but became more and more courageous, Wang Fan was so frightened that he couldn't help swallowing.

At most, the sage can make two gestures with her, and no matter who it is, it's a one-stroke thing.

Bawangjin is a martial art that can be regarded as the basic skill for most sects to get started, and it can gain more than twice the strength of oneself in a few seconds.

The disadvantage is that the duration is short, and there will be strong side effects after use. Even a saint can only use it about three times a day.

Generally, a strong sage will become stronger when using Bawangjin, which can last for a maximum of ten seconds, and the strength will also increase with time.

It is said that the most powerful sage in Yan Kingdom today can use Bawangjin for as long as 1 minute, and his strength will double in a short period of time.

It has been half an hour since Han Ningchu broke into the fight. Even if she could use Bawangjin all the time, she would have been a corpse long ago due to the powerful side effects.

Instead of killing red eyes like now, gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddha.

Master Wu shook his head and sneered:

"You are still too young. I can tell at a glance that she has been using Bawangjin since she came in."

Touching his cheeks and pondering for a moment, Master Wu made a conjecture that made him unbelievable:

"I even wonder if this person is using Ba Wang Jin in his daily life...so her strength improves faster than the rocket."

Hearing this, Wang Fan has long lost his ability to think. What Master Wu said sounds too unreal.

A normal human mind would never come up with such an outrageous idea.

"Hehe... That's unlikely... No matter how strong Han Ningchu is, she is still human. The side effect of Ba Wang Jin is that her muscles atrophy, as if her limbs were cut off. This kind of pain is not something a human can bear."

Wang Fan spread his hands and continued:

"It's not that there are no examples of Ba Wang Jin being hurt to death. The extreme and long-term pain can indirectly lead to death."

"Besides, no one can use Bawangjin for so long even if they can endure the pain."

Glancing at Wang Fan, Master Wu's mouth turned up: "Then you underestimate Han Ningchu too much. She is such a monstrous genius, but the Han family has kept it a secret."

"That means she is getting stronger and stronger, so shouldn't we get rid of her as soon as possible? She can't enhance her defense ability with Bawangjin..."

Pulling out the long knife at his waist, Wang Fan was ready to go down and join the battle.

Just as he was about to go down, he was affected by a black shadow and stopped for a moment.

That black shadow is a saint-level master, considered a top-level existence among the saint-level masters in the entire Yan Kingdom, and has a greater chance of breaking through to become a saint in his lifetime.

"Hey~ There is a flaw, I accept your head."

He had been observing the battle in the dark from the very beginning, and at this moment he finally found Han Ningchu's weakness.

As long as he stuck the poisonous needle in his hand into her body, she would explode and die within three seconds.

It's exciting to think about it, but I didn't expect that one day I would be able to kill the head of the Han family with my own hands.

The moment he killed her, he would become famous all over the world and become the capable general of the future Zhu family's head.

The more excited the man was, he clenched the poisonous needle in his hand and pierced Han Ningchu's neck.

"go to hell!"

The man's face was ferocious, and the long needle in his hand was on Han Ningchu's neck.

Wearing a half-face mask, Han Ningchu looked at the man indifferently.

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he murmured, "Why can't you get in?"

No matter how hard he tried, the poisonous needle couldn't hurt Han Ningchu's fair neck.

Han Ningchu's coquettish red lips curled up in a disdainful arc, and he broke off the slender poisonous needle with his bare hands, and pierced the needle straight into the man's abdomen.

Before the man had time to react, his whole body began to swell, and soon turned into a human-shaped balloon, and then exploded into pieces with a bang...

Blood clots splattered everywhere, and a strong stench filled the air, frightening Zhu Qing's subordinates around him to freeze in place for an instant, not daring to step forward.