Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Everyone laughed.

This Lin Fan really had the guts of a bear. If it weren't for the people from Jiuhuang's side to protect him, he would have died [-] times already!

Moreover, just to make it clear that the chariots and horses are facing a group of soul-refining powerhouses, is it not fast enough to die idle?

Mo Yao glanced coldly at Lin Fan, then glanced at the battle sword he just got in his hand with distaste, and mocked, "This is the battle sword you are fighting for?"

Qinglin taunted: "Lin Fan, you are also a holy son of one yuan. Don't forget your identity. A soldier of this level is really no different from trash. What are you pursuing? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Hahaha

Someone couldn't help laughing, leaning back and forth.

"Holy Son? I met it by luck. This kind of rubbish is not rare even for me, an ordinary disciple of Dayan. How ridiculous it is to be used as a treasure."

"I really want to know whether the treasure that Lin Fan risked his life to snatch can withstand the blow of my soldiers."

The disciples of the Great Desolate Holy Land also laughed.

"Maybe, he wants to work hard for resources outside, bring back a certain lump, and use it for his family. You can't blame him, because his family is too poor."

Everyone was talking about it, and they were all burying Lin Fan, causing everyone to laugh.

Especially those casual cultivators who were fighting for the sword in this battle, laughed even more heartily.

Qing Lin also laughed, and then said: "Holy Son? I have a limited promotion path for a one-yuan Holy Son. I'm just a mud-legged kid who has been in the field for less than a year. What qualifications do I have to be worthy of the name of Holy Son?"

Lin Fan glanced at him: "I also feel that I, the Holy Son, came too easily. I just stepped on a piece of trash a few times, and I became the Holy Son. I also feel incredible."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, how did Lin Fan's holy son come here?

Who doesn't know?

Qingluan glanced at Qinglin, and always felt that Qinglin was resourceful and resourceful. Among the disciples of one yuan, he could rule the roost and overwhelm everyone. Able to go to the next level.

But looking at it now, this Qinglin is simply stupid.

How did Lin Fan come to be the Son of God?

That was stepping on Qing Lin's shoulders and almost killing you. Due to the reality, your master personally closed the test, but now, you say that the promotion path of the Holy Son is limited, and he is not qualified to be called the Holy Son.

Isn't this just leaning over to give someone a slap in the face?

Lin Fan smiled, and continued: "But now I have thought clearly, if the dead dog's master hadn't come forward to save him, the trash that would be trampled to death by me could be a holy son, what would I do?" Can't?"

"Thus, although I feel ashamed of accepting this Holy Son, I am also disrespectful!"

"Anyway, I'm better than that dead dog, right? What do you think?"

Everyone was silent and looked at Qinglin with contempt. Could it be that Qinglin's reputation in the past was all hype?

Why is his IQ so worrying?

What they thought was the same as Qingluan, this guy was obviously using his face to call others.

Qinglin's face was ashamed and ugly. He just said something according to the man's words for a while, but he didn't expect that it was him who lit a fire pit for himself, making him so uncomfortable and embarrassing, but what Lin Fan said was all Facts, how to refute?

He held back for a long while, only feeling that he couldn't breathe smoothly, and he was about to be suffocated to death.

The people in Dayan Holy Land and Primordial Holy Land all looked at the Yiyuan people with half-smiles. This Yuan Holy Land really declined more and more. If there is no unity within the sect, how can a Holy Land not decline?

Contempt also flashed in Mo Yao's eyes, is this the person who will almost become Jianzi after him?

Is it this kind of stuff?

Maybe it's the same thing?

Because of a misunderstanding, that big thing once created him, and also drove him from heaven to hell because of a new discovery. Is that big thing for the Holy Land, or for himself?

Who knows?

Perhaps, in the eyes of that big thing, there has never been a holy place, all he wants is his own body!

And if Qinglin is finally discovered, is it another misunderstanding?

how ridiculous

"Buzz!"

Lin Fan's face turned pale suddenly. He felt that the sea of ​​souls had set off monstrous waves. It was the soldier soul who was angry. He really felt a wave of anger, which obviously came from the soldier soul. He was angry like a person, as if he had been The child who snatched away his favorite toy, is tossing hard.

Splitting headache.

At this time, Mo Yao was twisting the battle sword he took from Lin Fan, and he didn't care about other things, but Lin Fan was going to die in this cemetery, that was a promise.

Suddenly, his face changed, because at this moment, the battle sword he held tightly in his hand trembled suddenly, trying to break free from his shackles!

Be shocked!

The war sword trembled too fiercely, and the sound of the sword sound like a dragon's roar made people's eardrums hurt, and there was a sword glow cutting from the blade in all directions, drawing out black cracks in the space.

This is just a battle sword of the fifth or sixth rank of the mysterious rank, but now it emits great power, as if a transcendent figure is wielding it, trying to kill the ants that restrain him.

"Hold me steady!"

Moyao roared!

He doesn't believe it, it's just a battle sword, and he still can't control it!

The others were horrified, the sword was unleashed on its own, surpassing common sense, as if it had a soldier's spirit and fighting spirit, and compiled rules, even Mo Yao, who was in the soul-refining state, seemed unable to control it!

The sword glow shot in all directions, but finally condensed and formed above the battle sword. It was a giant sword, similar to itself, but enlarged countless times!

Moreover, everyone clearly felt that the sword that was drawn out was despising everyone!

Yes, contempt!

It's like an emperor looking down on his subjects!

Lin Fan no longer has a splitting headache, he understands everything, this is the soldier's soul getting angry, mad because of the delicacy that is about to arrive, and punishing Mo Yao!

Everyone looked at Lin Fan with burning faces!

They have been belittling Lin Fan, bluntly saying that he is a mud leg, treating trash as treasure, depreciating himself and so on, but now it seems that they are really blind!

Is this battle sword really of the fifth or sixth rank of Xuan rank?

Even if it is the ninth rank of Xuan rank, it doesn't have such power, right?

At the very least, they must be soldiers of the lower ranks, in order to have a trace of fighting spirit, to condense a wisp of soldier spirit, and to inherit the master's wisp of rules and principles!

This soldier whom they despise is so heaven-defying!

What a slap!

"what"

Mo Yao suddenly screamed, he couldn't bear to let go of the battle sword, so of course the soldier spirit in Lin Fan's mind would not let him go, the huge sword that came out of the condensate cut down, and the hundred-foot-long blade headed towards Mo Yao cut off.

Blood spattered, and a hideous and terrifying sword mark appeared on Mo Yao's body, extending from his left arm to his abdomen. He was almost dismembered!

He let go, the war sword blew softly, and returned to Lin Fan's hands independently!

Lin Fan held the sword, blinked, and smiled lightly: "You can't even hold a trash sword, it's sad."