Lin Fanxue Qianrou

The Primordial Bull is as high as a thousand feet, very ferocious and frightening, as if it could easily trample on mountains, as if it could swallow the sun in the sky, but now it is dead.

A young man suddenly descended from the void and pierced it with a heavy halberd. The blood on the ring pooled into a stream and flowed down the stairs, extremely alluring.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, and couldn't believe what happened before them. A monster who was reputed to be the best among the new disciples of the five holy lands was nailed to death like this?

How strong is this Lin Fan?

"Hehe, exactly three moves."

A chuckle sounded, waking everyone up. Many young people looked at Lin Fan with fear and awe in their eyes.

If in the past, Lin Fan's victory over Qinglin of the same rank was not enough to shock the world because he did not witness it with his own eyes, then what happened in front of him?

Who dares to say that a bull is weak?

In the challenges of the past few days, he really killed so much that no one dared to attack him. At the most brilliant moment, a single look scared away a monstrous character whom he named to challenge. I'm having a nightmare.

One could see his power from these places, but even if he was as strong as he was, he was still killed by Lin Fan with three moves!

Lin Fan held his right hand empty, and the halberd poured from the Manniu Tianling Gai flew upside down into his hand, pointed the halberd obliquely, and said, "Are there still people in the prehistoric holy land?"

All the young disciples of the Primordial Holy Land retreated neatly, their faces turned pale. They regretted why they targeted the One-Yuan Holy Land a few days ago. Is it retribution now?

"Boy, don't be crazy, you must know that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky!" The elder of the prehistoric holy land who just spoke was stern.

Lin Fan sneered: "I remember that the elder seemed to say that if I killed the bull in three moves, what would you do?"

"Boy!" The elder of the Great Desolation Holy Land flinched and shouted.

Lin Fan's voice turned cold: "Why is the dog barking? That's a bet you said yourself. It's fine if I didn't look for you, but you're still yelling in front of me?"

"Now, let me ask, do you still dare to fight me in your Holy Land?"

No one dares to speak!

How to answer this kind of words?Even the strongest brute this year died in Lin Fan's hands, the outstanding disciples were killed in pieces, there was a gap in talent, dare to fight?

Lin Fan sneered: "Since there is no one in the prehistoric holy land, then quit."

"Boy, my prehistoric holy land is second in points in this challenge. Why do you want us to retire?" The elder couldn't bear it anymore. With such high points, how could he give up willingly when he saw that the most lucrative reward was right in front of him?

"Humph!"

Lin Fan snorted coldly, and then said: "I remember that there are rules in the Challenger League. If there is no challenger in the Holy Land, it will be automatically regarded as a waiver, and all points will be cleared!"

"Are the rules of the challenge determined by you, a junior?" The elder bluffed, how could he agree to withdraw from the competition?

Lin Fan's murderous intentions erupted: "Then send someone out to die."

Everyone in the prehistoric holy land was extremely aggrieved, retired?Not reconciled, they have sacrificed the lives of countless disciples to win such a good ranking, how could they be willing to give up.

But what if you don't give up?

Send people out to continue to die?

"I am withdrawing from this trial, and the points will go to the winner." In the end, Xiong Kaishan made a decision.

After saying this, Xiong Kaishan looked at Lin Fan: "It is said that you also have the quota to enter the ancient curtain, I hope we will have a good time getting along there."

This is the threat of Chi Guoguo!

Moreover, it was a threat from a strong man who stepped into the Soul Refining Realm with one and a half feet.

But Lin Fan didn't care about it: "Accompany me at any time."

Xiong Kaishan had a flash of murderous intent, and after a cold snort, he led the people from the Primordial Holy Land away, why are you still here?

Be a giant panda?

They finally understood the resentment and aggrieved feeling when the One Yuan Holy Land was forced away by their joint efforts.

Lin Fan looked at the remote prehistoric holy land, and his anger calmed down a little. What about the one-yuan holy land, it doesn't matter to him!

But three disciples of Yaofeng died at the hands of the Great Desolate Holy Land, which made Yaolao and the others feel sad for the Southern Kingdom for a long time, and he had to take revenge!

"Who should I choose next?" Lin Fan collected his thoughts and scanned the remaining three holy places with sharp eyes.

Whenever his eyes glanced at that holy land, the holy land would become tense, and finally his eyes stopped at the holy land of spirit pattern.

"One Yuan Holy Land, Lin Fan, is willing to fight the Spirit Rune Holy Land."

It was said in a clear voice, but it made everyone in the Holy Land of Spirit Patterns change their colors. With Lin Fan's combat power, who can stop him?

And at the same time

"What? Lin Fan has left the customs?" Yao Lao stood up straight at once, listening to Yao Boy's report.

"Yes, yes, master, Elder Lin went directly to the challenge place after leaving the customs, and swept the entire prehistoric holy land by himself, forcing them to bow their heads and retire!" Yaotong also seemed very excited, and his little face was flushed with excitement.

Yao Lao laughed loudly: "I knew it, as long as this kid wakes up, we will have a good show!"

"Quickly ring the gathering bell for me, and hand over all the disciples of my medicine peak to me, to shout for him, to cheer for him!"

Soon, Yaofeng's unique masterpiece of gathering bells and bells, countless Yaofeng disciples gathered, under the notice of Yaotong, they first gave out overwhelming cheers, and then rushed towards the holy city.

"What? Lin Fan came out of the customs, dragged his wounded body and wiped out a holy place by himself?"

"Is this real? Why do I feel like I'm dreaming? How could someone be so powerful?"

"Oh my god, this must be true. Didn't you see the people from Yaofeng rushing out like a chicken blood?"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go together!"

And these discussions didn't last long, a powerful sound transmission resounded throughout the entire Holy Land of Unity: "Holy Land disciple Lin Fan praised my Holy Land's prestige and washed away the shame of my Holy Land. Now he is willing to go with me, and for the heroes, hurry up and gather at the formation gate. "

This voice justified the rumors just now. Everyone in the Holy Land went crazy, regardless of whether it was male disciples, female disciples, new disciples or old disciples, they all rushed out together.

The Holy Land of One Yuan was forced to announce its withdrawal, which made them despair and humiliated, and everything Lin Fan did was so inspiring!

hero!

This is what all former disciples of the Unity Holy Land called Lin Fan!

And in the Holy City to challenge.

"Brother, please advise." Lin Fan's attitude softened, and he was no longer as murderous as he was against the Primordial Holy Land, but the disciple of the Formation Holy Land opposite him was still extremely nervous.

"Lin Fan, I need to set up formations in advance to fight against people in the holy land of formation patterns. You don't know how to fight with formation patterns?" Qiao Meiren said.

Lin Fan frowned, he didn't understand this rule.

There was a smile in Qiao Meiren's eyes, she was very optimistic about Lin Fan, and said immediately: "You might as well choose another holy place to fight."

Lin Fan shook his head slightly: "I can wait for you to set up the formation first. Does it mean that the battle must be fought with formations?"

Qiao Meiren was stunned: "Of course not, you can choose to set up the formation yourself and others will break it, or I will set up the formation in the Holy Land of the Spirit Pattern and you will break the formation."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then please brothers form the formation."