Uncle is so fierce

Some monks who knew the flame saw the clues and hurriedly opened their mouths to shout.

"Fellow daoist, stop, we don't want to be enemies of the Wuji sect!"

Hearing this, Hu Jinwan sneered and said: "Bullshit Wuji Sect, Fat Lord, I am a member of the Haotian School, and if you annoy me, Brother Fan, none of you can leave today!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw out a handful of gravel, and then turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot.

The moment they appeared, several monks vomited blood and were seriously injured, and those gravels even turned into human figures, fighting with the monks.

Point petrified spirit!

Zhao Hai said coldly: "You are the thief god Hu Jinwan?!"

"It's me, the fat man!"

Hu Jinwan laughed loudly, and raised his hand to attract a piece of gravel. The instant the formula was played, the gravel gathered together, and a magic talisman was stuck on the gravel.

It's another way to petrify spirits, but this time it's no longer a human form, but a stone dragon!

The ferocious stone dragon let out a roar, and Dang even charged into the crowd, even the monks with low cultivation level were knocked out.

"court death!"

Zhao Hai shouted angrily, and hit the stone dragon with the barbed whip in his hand.

But before the whip touched Shi Long, Su Fan's figure had already appeared on the other side of the whip, the speed was jaw-dropping.

"Snapped!"

Su Fan grabbed the whip, and the barbs on it shattered even harder.

"You must die today!"

With a gloomy tone, Su Fan pulled the whip in his hand directly towards him.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Hai's eyes. He didn't expect Su Fan to have such a method in this Qi refining period, but when he wanted to pull back the whip, he couldn't pull it back.

On the contrary, he himself was dragged by the whip, and two deep marks were drawn under his feet.

This is his talisman, how could he let go easily.

"Physical repair!"

When several monks in the fusion stage saw this tree, they were also amazed in their hearts.

You must know that physical cultivation is the rarest thing in the cultivation world nowadays. After all, not every monk can become physical cultivation.

Just cultivating a rare treasure of physical cultivation is enough to cultivate five or six genius monks, and the major sects naturally know how to make choices.

No wonder it is the cultivation base of the Qi refining period, it seems that the physique of this young man is very good.

When they came back to their senses, the distance between Su Fan and Zhao Hai was less than three feet, and the barbed whip was even more unbearable to bet on. The barbs on it were almost crushed by Su Fan, and none of them were intact.

Zhao Hai was shocked and turned pale. He slammed the one-handed formula, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck Su Fan directly.

"Snapped!"

Smoke and dust flew up all around, but the traces under Zhao Hai's feet were already getting longer.

Rafa is useless? !

Zhao Hai was extremely surprised, when he looked at Yanchen, he was already in front of Su Fan, and that cold and peerless face stared at him firmly.

"die!"

Zhao Hai was furious, and the thunder in his hand kept flickering, hitting Su Fan's chest directly.

If it was another monk, such a close-range thunder attack would cause serious injury even if he did not die.

But Su Fan stared at Zhao Hai in front of him with a flat face like a normal person, one hand slowly landed on Zhao Hai's shoulder, and twisted lightly.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound from Zhao Hai's shoulder, and then the whole arm suddenly turned into a blood mist.

Just one blow, Zhao Hai was seriously injured.

Zhao Hai, who had lost his arm, let go of his hand holding the whip, screamed and backed away, the wound on his arm bleeding profusely.

"How could it be possible for you to be in a Qi refining period, how could you hurt me!" Zhao Hai roared in pain.

Su Fan didn't speak, but put away the magic weapon of the whip and looked at him calmly.

Several monks around controlled flying swords to attack Su Fan's back.

Su Fan turned around calmly, and casually grasped the stabbing flying sword, using a little strength in his hand.

"Boom!"

The flying sword was torn apart in an instant, and several monks also vomited blood and flew out backwards.

The talisman was actually broken like this? !

What is the origin of this person in front of him, so terrifying that he can easily crush the magic weapon with bare hands?

"Junior!"

The Sword Heart Sect distracted monk who was watching the battle suddenly said: "Let's stop here. I think it's not easy for you to cultivate your mind and spare your life. You will join my Sword Heart Sect in the future. You can choose any physical training method."

"I, Taoyuan Valley, can do the same, and today I will protect you from death!" Another white-haired distracted cultivator shouted after him.

The few remaining monks in the distraction stage glanced at each other, and then retreated. They have the foundation of Sword Heart Sect and Taoyuan Valley, so it is impossible to cultivate a body.

Hearing what the two of them said, Su Fan chuckled, stepped forward and stepped on Zhao Hai's chest.

The next moment, Zhao Hai spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Su Fan in horror.

"It's fine for me to join, kill everyone in this person's sect, and I can naturally join you." Su Fan pointed to Zhao Hai at his feet and smiled.

The distracted elder of Jianxinzong frowned, and glanced at the Taoyuan Valley distracted monk next to him.

"Elder Tianfeng, what are your plans?" The sword heart sect's distracted elder sneered.

Elder Tianfeng of Taoyuan Valley shook his head and said: "Forget it, you Fuyang Master has spoken, I will naturally not be an enemy of your Sword Heart Sect, it's just a physical cultivation, kill it if you kill it."

The two who had cherished their talent just now suddenly wanted to kill each other.

Zhao Hai was originally a genius disciple of Sword Heart Sect, but now Su Fan has his arm removed, and even trampled on his feet to humiliate him. This is undoubtedly a slap in the face of Sword Heart Sect.

Seeing that his plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife failed, Su Fan didn't take it to heart.

If it is really successful, then it is called a ghost.

"Shh!"

Immortal Fuyang raised his hand, and seven flying swords flew out from behind him, a icy light bloomed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Seeing this move, Elder Tianfeng said in amazement: "Ice Cold Spiritual Sword Art?!"

"This junior is a physical cultivator, so using the Frozen Spirit Sword Art is just right to deal with him!" Master Fuyang snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I only practiced seven swords. If I use eleven swords at once, even a fit cultivator will have to give in!"

After saying that, the seven flying swords of ice fluttered in mid-air, following the formula in the hands of Master Fuyang.

The next moment, the seven flying swords came straight to Su Fan at a high speed.

Before the monks around could react, their bodies were already covered with frost.

Su Fan looked at the flying seven ice swords, his face changed slightly, and he kicked Zhao Hai out directly, facing the Frozen Spirit Sword.

No one expected this, even if Master Fuyang wanted to stop, it would be too late.

"Oh!"

The seven ice swords pierced through Zhao Hai's body immediately, and instantly turned Zhao Hai into an ice sculpture, which was already torn apart when he fell to the ground.

Bingjian didn't give up, and still came towards Su Fan.

"The ants are courting death!"

Master Fuyang let out a rage, seven flying swords burst into cold light, and the sword energy shot out vertically and horizontally.

Su Fan frowned slightly, and punched him directly with both hands, the speed was not much faster than the flying sword.

"jump--"

With one punch, a flying sword exploded in the air, and countless ice chips flew out, seriously injuring many monks around.

But Su Fan didn't stop. His fist seemed to be disordered, but he could hit the flying sword every time, and his body skills were just right to avoid the other flying swords.

In just a moment, all seven flying swords were destroyed, but Su Fan was unscathed.

Taking a step forward, his figure was already standing in front of the real person Fuyang, the coldness in his eyes made one feel like falling into an ice cave.

"you"

Master Fuyang's pupils shrank sharply, and before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy blow in his chest, and his throat became even sweeter.

"puff--"

With one punch, Master Fuyang was seriously injured during the distraction period.

Elder Tianfeng next to him also widened his eyes. He had been staring at Su Fan just now, but he still didn't realize how the other party came here.

terror!

Su Fan withdrew his fist and said coldly, "None of you can get away today!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed into a large crowd of monks.

The screams rang out completely at this moment, making one's scalp numb.

Almost none of the monks gathered here was Su Fan's opponent. They were all severely injured and fell to the ground vomiting blood.

"Escape! This guy is not a monk in the Qi refining period, he hides his cultivation!"

"Master save me, I don't want to die."

When the monks around saw Su Fan who was like a god of war, their eyes were full of fear and retreat, and they had no intention of fighting at all.

So what if there are many people?

In the face of absolute strength, the number of people is useless.

After half a cup of tea, there was not a single monk around Su Fan who could stand. Even if many spells bombarded him together, they still couldn't hurt Su Fan a single bit.

Hu Jinwan froze in place for a long time, looking at Su Fan who was killing everyone in shock.

Be good, how strong is Brother Fan?

After a while, Su Fan stopped and looked at the fallen people around him with a calm expression.

This is the second time he has shot so freely, and the first time was when he was in Wushen Dao Palace.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a loud Buddha's name suddenly sounded, and the few distracted people who didn't dare to make a move at the edge all looked respectful, and even had a hint of joy.

The power of the fusion period is here!

They are saved!

I saw a middle-aged monk with white robe and bald head walking slowly. His body was illuminated by the Buddha's light, and spiritual energy flew out, healing those seriously injured monks.

"Master Kujue, hurry up and get rid of this monster!"

Elder Tianfeng was terrified a long time ago, and when he saw the monk Kujue coming, he hurriedly shouted.

The rest of the monks also looked hopeful. Since the masters of the out-of-body and distraction stages can't beat them, there is absolutely no problem in the fusion stage.

Kujue is the Temple Guardian King Kong of Mingxin Temple. His body cultivation has already reached the peak of the body, so it should be no problem to deal with a body with hidden strength.

Su Fan also looked at Ku Jue curiously, wondering what the monk wanted to do.

Seeing Ku Jue walking slowly, the Buddha's light on his body was also gathered, and then he bowed to Su Fan respectfully.

"Little monk, I have met Senior Su."

All monks:? ? ?

what's the situation?

Does Master Ku Jue know this body repairer?

What is the name of Senior Su?This physique doesn't look very old.

Su Fan frowned and said, "You know me?"

"Amitabha, the little monk followed his master to meet the senior a thousand years ago, and he remembered the demeanor of the senior that day." Ku Jue clasped his hands together and said sincerely.

"Thousands of years ago?"

Su Fan suddenly laughed and said, "You practice Longevity Chan? Who are you, old monk Fafan?"

Fa Fan, the abbot of Mingxin Temple, is also a powerful person who practiced Longevity Zen. Su Fan also taught Fa Fan to practice in the past.