Twin martial arts

Lin Fan and Qingluan came together, first saluted Yiyuanzi, and then walked to Xuemei's side.

Qingluan's pretty face was cold, and she looked at Dugu Nihuang: "Miss Dugu, I want to ask, what qualifications and identity do you use to talk to my master, and I also want to say, you go ask the ancestor of your Dugu family, he Are you brave enough to intercept my master's words?"

Dugu Nihuang's stunning face suddenly turned cold: "You are, Qingluan?"

"It's the saint." Qingluan stared at Dugu Nihuang closely.

Lin Fan blinked, but he really didn't see that this Qingluan was also a bad tempered person, is this right?

"What qualifications do you have to talk to me?" Dugu Nihuang narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly.

Qingluan sneered: "Joke, your Dugu family is just a one-yuan affiliate, and I am a one-yuan saint, not to mention you, even if I meet your ancestor, I will point and ask, and he will reply with respect, you say, I With what qualifications?"

Everyone's face changed slightly!

The Dugu family is indeed a one-yuan affiliated family, which is indeed good, but for so many years, with the cultivation base of the ancestor Dugu Aotian getting stronger, the power of the Dugu family expanding, and the marriage with Qinglin, who in the whole world would dare to do this Open your mouth?

Now that Qingluan just opened his mouth like this, the grievances between Lin Fan and the Dugu family have become so clear?

Dugu Nihuang's expression was ugly, how could Qingluan answer her mouth like this?

Qinglin squeezed Dugu Nihuang's jade hand, looked at Qingluan, and said, "Nihuang is a fellow swordsman, so what's wrong with talking to you like this?"

"Jianzi?" Lin Fan said in a strange tone, "You call yourself that?"

Qinglin's eyes turned cold: "You, want to die?"

"You think it's not a day or two for me to die, but I'm still alive and kicking." Lin Fan rolled his eyes, then looked at Qingluan: "Why talk so much? A bug, don't you think it's worthless?"

"Lin Fan, are you insulting me?" Dugu Nihuang's face suddenly turned cold.

Lin Fan looked at Dugu Nihuang presumptuously, and then said with a strange smile: "People say that you have big breasts and no brains, but now it seems exaggerated. I think your breasts are not big, so why are you still brainless?"

"Lin Fan!"

Qinglin screamed sharply, and murderous intent burst out suddenly, his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

Dugu Nihuang was even more furious.

"A member of an affiliated family should be in awe when he comes to this Yuan holy land. What else can he do besides attracting suspicion from the Dugu family like you? So, I said you are brainless, is it wrong?"

Lin Fan sneered, and looked at Qing Lin: "After this incident, you and I will make a settlement again."

Qing Lin grinned: "After I have cultivated to the fullest, I will decapitate your head and step on your body to get on the sword seat."

Lin Fan didn't care: "I hope you can do it."

"Okay, I'm not afraid of being laughed at if I compete with the sect like this." Lingwen Peak was the first to smooth things over.

But everyone here is sighing in their hearts.

Lin Fan's talent is outstanding. It can be said that he has the best talent in the Yiyuan Holy Land in the past few hundred years, even stronger than the one who defected.

And Qinglin is also a dragon among men who is unique in a million. If there are these two disciples in other holy places, then they will be very lucky.

But, in his dollar

Many sighed.

In fact, unconsciously, the entire Holy Land has formed two major systems because of Qinglin and Lin Fan, one is closely united because of Lin Fan, and the other is united around Qinglin.

These two lines have already divided the One Yuan Holy Land into two halves, but Qinglin and Lin Fan are incompatible. They are sure that if this Yuan is born, it will be fine if no one succeeds in cultivation.

If one person succeeds in cultivation, waiting for the One-Yuan Holy Land must be a catastrophe. Perhaps this holy land that has been established for thousands of years will be destroyed in this catastrophe.

However, Yuanzi, who can suppress everything, has an ambiguous attitude, as if a little resigned.

"Go and prepare, sacrifice, please take out the stele and let Yuan return to his place." Yi Yuanzi issued an order.

Naturally, someone built a high altar, placed various top-quality sacrifices, and lit holy incense.

Headed by Yi Yuanzi, everyone was bowing their heads in prayer, praying for the birth of the stele that went deep into Jiuyou Zhongtian.

"Boom!"

The entire Holy Land of Yuan was trembling, and the floating island was trembling, as if a sacred object was about to be born under the ground where the Holy Land of Yuan was located.

The soldier's soul in Lin Fan's mind trembled slightly. At this moment, he actually sensed that there was a sharp murderous intent hidden in the first peak that seemed to kill everything in the heavens, but when he used the power of his consciousness to go When investigating, it was a hazy light.

"What is this? Could it be a holy object?" Lin Fan frowned.

At this moment, he keenly sensed that Yi Yuanzi's eyes were fixed on him, which made him withdraw his consciousness suddenly.

I had a hunch in my heart that the hazy light must be a holy object.

But in his opinion, since this holy object has a holy word on it, how could it be so murderous?

This puzzled him.

"Concentrate your mind and calm your mind. If you want to learn heavenly skills, you must respect the stele first." Xuemei said through a voice transmission.

Lin Fan nodded with a serious expression.

"Boom!"

A gigantic stele broke through the ground, and as soon as its head poked out, countless cracks appeared on the ground, hundreds of feet deep, and I don't know how deep it is buried.

A huge monument all appeared, towering into the sky, yellowish brown, with various marks on it, as if struck out by a powerful force, the deepest one almost broke the huge monument.

It was a sword mark. I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed, but it still makes people feel like they are being cut by the sword energy.

The huge monument is simple and unsophisticated, as if it has survived from the prehistoric years, and there is a breath of time on it.

"Is this the Tianbei?"

Qingluan's voice was trembling.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, there is such a thing under the ground.

The monument stood tall, and all the sacrifices seemed to have been sucked away by unknown creatures, and all became shriveled.

Lin Fan's hair stood on end, could it be that this Tianbei is also a living thing?

Otherwise, how could that top-grade primordial stone, that top-notch monster heart be swallowed up and take away all the energy?

"It's been a long time since I saw you, old man, comrades who fought side by side"

A faint melancholy voice sounded in Lin Fan's mind, and it didn't make him jump at all.

too horrible!

Who is this talking in his head?

How did he feel nothing?

Didn't even notice the Lightning Martial Soul?

He locked everything in the sea of ​​spirits, such as the silver paper, soldier souls, etc., but found nothing, as if the voice just now was his hallucination.

"Roar!"

The Yuan Beast was roaring, and the light beam connected it to the Tianbei, like a cage and a seal, guarding the Yuan Beast within the light beam, so that it could only move within this range.

The celestial stele emitted light, which was consistent with that of Yuan Beast. The Yuan Beast was roaring, running from the sky, and finally crashed directly into the celestial stele.

And at the moment when the Yuan Beast threw himself into the Tianbei, the Tianbei changed drastically. All the scratches on the stele disappeared, and a totem appeared. The appearance of this totem was obviously the Yuan Beast.