Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Lin Fan waited and watched, Ren Zhanbing and Gu Chuan flew past in front of him, he didn't make a move to stop them, the main reason was that he didn't see the Zhanbing in his hand.

He likes heavy halberds, but there are none here, and he is not interested in those ancient books. Martial arts are all recorded in the soul.

This also led to the fact that he didn't have specialized martial arts at all, which was flawed. When fighting against others, he would think about what kind of martial arts to use to kill the enemy in his mind, and sometimes it would delay the opportunity of the battle.

And Xue Meiren once told him that if he continues like this, if he meets a monster who is almost as powerful as him, maybe a moment of trance thinking can kill him, so he no longer wants more, but needs to settle. Come down and study one or two martial arts.

The ancient books and soldiers formed a shooting star shape, shooting around, bringing strong winds and dragging their long tails.

Everyone is watching greedily, breathing heavily, fighting all the way, what is the so-called?

It's just a chance!

And here, there are both ancient books and warriors, this is a chance!

"grab!"

A condensed essence casual cultivator was the first to strike, with his big hands spread out, soul power covering his palms, and with a movement of his body, he chased after an ancient book.

Finally, he took the ancient book, and after a little exploration, he looked up to the sky and screamed: "The seventh-grade Xuan-level kung fu method is the power to suppress prisons! With this kung fu method, I will be able to dominate it after twenty years of hard work!"

He roared, he is a casual cultivator, limited by resources, he has no good future at all, but now with this practice, everything is different, and the future can be expected.

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, someone made trouble. It was a cultivator standing beside him. He took advantage of the casual cultivator's unpreparedness and violently attacked. The big mace directly blasted the casual cultivator's head, and the white brains stained his face. !

This Xuan-level seventh-rank cultivation method has changed hands!

Lin Fan watched coldly. In fact, if he hadn't known that he would not be able to enter the next level alone, he would have wanted to leave now.

Wu Qingcheng and the others didn't move either. These so-called chances were completely useless in their view, they all came from big forces, and these things couldn't catch their eyes.

But casual cultivators are different. They are all fighting and robbing with all their strength. Some people win soldiers or ancient books, but they are killed as soon as they get it. People, no one dares to act rashly.

Qing Lin and others who had grudges against Lin Fan were always watching Lin Fan's every move. They also looked down on these things, but if Lin Fan dared to snatch them, they would be happy to destroy them.

"Hey, this soldier is not bad, I'm afraid it's almost at the fifth or sixth rank of Xuan Rank."

Lin Fan looked at Qingluan with a smile, it was a long sword, green and faint, and there were layers of frost around the blade, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

This long sword should be the best among all the warriors here.

Qingluan glanced at it: "Do you need this thing?"

Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't want it, but at the moment when the long sword appeared, he had been in his mind and soul sea for almost half a year, and the soldier's soul, which hadn't responded at all, seemed to tremble slightly.

Lin Fan was taken aback!

This thing actually moved on its own initiative?

What an anecdote.

And at the moment when the soldier's soul trembled slightly, the long sword that was originally flying in the opposite direction of Lin Fan suddenly stopped, and then the tip of the sword turned back to Lin Fan, flying towards him quickly, Lin Fan was stunned, Just raising his hand slightly, he grasped the battle sword in his hand.

Lin Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this soldier soul really didn't take the usual path, it was able to summon soldiers, after all, it had some effect.

And the many cultivators who chased after the battle sword and wanted to hold it in their hands, saw that the battle sword fell into Lin Fan's hands, and their faces showed unwillingness; but what could they do?

Compete with Lin Fan?

In the end, they snorted coldly and chose another target.

And when Lin Fan held the battle sword in his hand, he actually felt that the soldier soul in the sea of ​​spirits showed an urgent sense of hunger, as if the battle sword in his hand was a delicious meal.

And before he had time to think about it, he heard a cold scolding voice: "Hand over the sword, or die!"

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold, he was so familiar with this voice, it belonged to Qinglin!

This is looking for trouble sincerely. A soldier of this level can't even look down on him now. This Qinglin is about to reach the soul refining state, so how can he be noticed?

Obviously, it was aimed at him!

"Hehe, you are worthy of this battle sword? Hand it over honestly, or don't blame me for being merciless!" Mo Yao also spoke, with a sneer and mockery.

Sure enough, a mud leg is a mud leg. No matter how his status changes, he can't escape the root of being a mud leg. To even snatch such garbage soldiers is simply a shame for the Holy Land.

"Hehe, I haven't found this razor yet, and I want it too, so, Lin Fan, hand it over immediately!"

The soul refiner of Dayan Holy Land also spoke mockingly.

The soul-refining expert in the prehistoric holy land grinned strangely, and the sarcasm in his eyes became even stronger: "This is your one-yuan holy son? This kind of soldier thinks it has polluted the latrine by throwing it into the latrine, and he even uses it as a treasure."

Pfft!

Someone suppressed their laughter. This sentence hurts so much.

Things that are only suitable for throwing in the toilet, Lin Fan turned out to be a treasure.

"It really is garbage and waste, it's a perfect match." Someone said again.

"Don't talk about anything else, I only give you a second to hand over the sword, otherwise, die!"

Qinglin spoke again, it doesn't matter if he doesn't like this battle sword, but Lin Fan just can't have it!

Lin Fan looked at these mocking people with cold eyes, the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all, did he just target him like this?

Those who chased after the battle sword all had smiles in their eyes, so what if they didn't get it?

You, Lin Fan, got it, so what?

Can you keep it?

Mo Yao sneered: "You want to force me to wait?"

Lin Fan glanced at him: "If I find a chance, I will knock out all your teeth. You have bad breath and need to be cured."

"boom!"

A voice burst out, and Mo Yao was coming, wanting to kill Lin Fan.

Lin Fan sneered, he threw out the battle sword, and the sword shot away like a dragon.

At the same time, the soul-refining expert of Jiuhuang took a step helplessly, stood in front of Lin Fan, and said, "Let's forget about getting the battle sword, and let him open the way."

He really couldn't understand why his own princess would defend Lin Fan again and again.

But the princess is alive, what can he do?

The cold light in Mo Yao's eyes was almost solidified, and he felt that the front teeth were leaking, which was pulled out by Lin Fan. He pointed at Lin Fan: "When you are useless, you will die."

"I am waiting!"

Lin Fan responded.

In fact, he really wanted to say, if it came to a certain moment, who would live and who would die?