Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

Among the crowd, Jiang Yue pursed her thin lips, feeling powerless in her heart.

Not to mention participating in such a battle, the aftermath within 50 meters could shock her to death.

She chased after desperately, with all kinds of opportunities, and she had cultivated to the eighth level of foundation building, which was beyond the reach of many monks.

But she didn't catch up with Yang Wuli and Yang Fei, and Shen Xintong, who hadn't seen her for a few months, might also get rid of her.

Recently, I heard that Li Yinwan of the Yin Yang Sect has also reached the completion of foundation establishment and is about to form a pill.

Even Ye Dongxue, whom he despised, had reached the fifth floor of Foundation Establishment.

"Huh~" Jiang Yue let out a long breath and clenched his fists.

Jiang Caiju, who was on the side, turned her head and glanced, how well she knew her granddaughter, "Yue'er, put your mind right, you are already very good, you don't need to compare yourself with others, you make progress every day, persevere, the road is long, one day, you will Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking all living beings."

Jiang Yue nodded, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he would speak after silence, "Grandma, who would make a move at this time, it can't be the families of various sects, right?"

Jiang Caiju murmured, shaking his head suspiciously, "Apart from the Zongmen family, there are no other Jindan monks in Daxia, and supernatural powers and spells are not like the methods of foreign practitioners."

"Do you want to inform the Yin Yang sect?

"Someone has gone."

In another position, Ye Dongxue paid attention to every move on the battlefield, his thoughts drifted, and he murmured in his heart: "Is this the Golden Core cultivator? It seems that grandpa is not exaggerating at all, Yang Fan is really too strong."

"He is still injured, what will happen if he is at his peak?"

"Such a man is really exciting."

"Hey, it's a pity that I'm not a prostitute. He must care about my rumors, so I have to keep a low profile in the future..."

"No matter what, as long as the technology is in place, who cares about this now, I will definitely ride on you when I achieve great success..."

Thinking about it, Ye Dongxue put her legs together, her face turned rosy, as if the battle ahead had become herself and Yang Fan, rolling and wrestling, riding vertically and horizontally.

Not long after, she snorted coldly again, "Which pig's brain is at this juncture, even if Yang Fan is dead, there is still an ancient monk who doesn't know how deep the Yin Yang Sect is."

The clan brother next to him turned his head and transmitted the voice: "Sister Dongxue, I'm afraid there are more than one family."

Ye Dongxue sneered, "Those are all idiots, stupid and greedy, and they even left our Ye family behind."

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Su Weiwei, who was closest to the battlefield, was protected by a rotating light gate, and the surrounding tree trunks, branches and leaves were knocked down by the aftermath of the battle, rattling.

Her nervous and worried mood was gradually replaced by excitement and excitement, and the pale face on her face turned red.

The master alone did not fall behind the three of them, and just stood still, forcing the three of them to dodge continuously.

The master is still his idol master, the master he admires the most, and the invincible master.

She clenched her fists with both hands and waved them from time to time, the little person in her body danced with excitement.

"it is good!"

"Shoot them!"

"Master, come on!"

"Master, so fast!"

"It turns out that the prison-suppressing hand can be used like this. Master, you don't even have to use such a complicated magical power as the prison-suppressing hand. It's too powerful~"

"I practice the same skills and supernatural powers as Master, and I will definitely be able to traverse the world like Master in the future."

"I, Su Weiwei, want to become the Goddess of War!"

"Wahaha!"

"Emmm, Master is so handsome again!"

"I seem to be falling, master-student love, a bit taboo tone, hiss ~ really exciting!"

"Can't, can't."

"Hold it, hold it back."

"Oh! Good! Another hit!"

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing the master by making a sound, Su Weiwei would have wanted to howl, even more excited than fighting himself.

She couldn't see many movements of the fight ahead, but she could tell based on the released attack trajectory and energy explosion.

Dazzling, extremely exciting, no doubt unparalleled.

in the field.

Yang Fan's hands turned into afterimages, and the sword light flew all over the sky, like a red snake attacking the three black shadows, turning defense into offense.

The battle lasted for nearly 10 minutes. Seeing that there was no abnormal situation, his calm voice spread all over the field.

"If only these methods are used, ten more will be useless!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan squeezed a 'explosive flame technique' and threw it at one of them, and at the same time urged Kunpeng to rush towards the other in a flash.

"Senior Yang moved!", "Ten more are useless, so domineering!" The monks watching from a distance exclaimed.

At the same time, one of the three blackheads who had been fighting for a long time shouted: "Withdraw!"

Yang Fan had already approached one person, and when he was flying upside down, he grabbed his ankle with one hand.

Pulling and pulling, the entire thigh was torn off, accompanied by a scream of pain, but it was a woman's voice, "Ah~"

Blood rained all over the sky, falling on leaves, branches, and grass.

The woman in the black cloak fell to the ground, and Tudun disappeared.

On the other side, the monk whose arm was contaminated by the flames blasted by the 'Explosive Flame Technique' let out an even more shrill scream.

Seeing that his body was about to be burned, he had no choice but to swing his sword and cut off his arm, and rushed into a tree trunk next to him, and Mu Dun left.

Of the three attackers, one had a broken arm and the other a broken leg. Only the man who yelled in a low voice managed to escape immediately.

Yang Fan dragged a stump, stopped moving, wondering, how could his explosive fire technique have such power?

"Master!" Su Weiwei flew over joyfully, the light gate was still circling around her.

Yang Fan brushed off the formula for a while, exhaled, landed on the ground and glanced around, took the severed arm over, and threw it into the storage ring together with the stump.

"Master, are you alright?" Su Weiwei stepped forward to hold his arm, and suddenly said: "Master, what's wrong with your forehead?"

Yang Fan frowned, the center of his brows was always tingling and hot, "What?"

"There is a faint flame pattern." Su Weiwei reached out to touch it, "Hey, it's gone again!"

Yang Fan's eyes flickered, there must be something wrong with his body, "I'll talk about it when I go back."

"En!" Su Weiwei hurriedly took out the elixir from the storage ring, and spread her snow-white palm to Yang Fan's mouth, "Master, take some elixir to stabilize yourself."

Master's face was too pale, which made her feel tight, for fear that she would spit out blood if she was not careful.

The next moment, her heart was beating violently again, as if an electric current was flowing through her whole body, because Yang Fan touched her palm when he opened his mouth to swallow the elixir, leaving some moisture.

Su Weiwei's pretty face was hot. Fortunately, because of the excitement of watching the battle before, her face was already flushed red and there was no change, so she secretly glanced at the master.

"Eldest brother!" Five Yin Yang sect disciples flew up and surrounded them, all of them were very excited.

Hundreds of other onlookers followed suit, saluted and greeted, their admiration was beyond words. The last two or three seconds were too explosive and bloody, especially the one that tore their thighs, which was both violent and beautiful, subverting their understanding of the situation. Cognition of monks in long-distance combat.

Yang Fan nodded towards the crowd, saw a few familiar faces, and was not in the mood to reminisce about the past, so he rolled up the disciples of the sect and flew towards Yonghe Village.

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