Nine uncle's refining tool is also invincible

Chapter 92
"This Afan really knows how to enjoy it. Your senior brother, I eat and sleep in the open every day. It's really unreasonable for you to bask in the sun in the courtyard when you get well. Let's see how I deal with you!"

No. [-] Mao didn't know what he was doing, so he thought he was basking in the sun, so he gave him a nonchalant look, then conjured up a short bow, and aimed the arrow at Hua Chenfan's ass. There was a cold light under it, which made people shudder.

Hua Chenfan didn't know anything about it, he just operated his mana silently, the courtyard was silent for a while, and there was a sense of rain coming.

The Indiscriminate Attack Flow of the Stake Dafa Profound Truth!
Suddenly, at the same time as No. [-] Mao shot a cold arrow, Hua Chenfan yelled loudly, and as he said the name of the secret method, the Nine Tribulation Staff instantly shone brightly, reflecting the courtyard in emerald green.

Boom boom boom!
At the same time, where the light shines, large dark green wooden stakes are randomly generated, rise from the ground, fly out of the sky continuously, and finally turn into wood aura and dissipate between the sky and the earth.

The shot arrow hit one of the wooden posts by chance, and was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground. He didn't even get close to Hua Chenfan, and he still didn't notice it.

"Oh my god! Isn't this the secret technique of Master Shi? How can the younger brother know it, and how powerful it is?"

Looking at the wooden piles one after another, Yimao was completely stunned by this scene. He never thought that after a few years, Hua Chenfan would become so powerful and easily cast such an impressive spell.

He was just regretting his recklessness, and when he didn't investigate clearly and came to make trouble again, he suddenly felt a wind blowing under his buttocks. Before he could react, his buttocks felt like being pushed by a hard object, and he flew into the sky with severe pain .

"Ah~~~~! Help."

It was also unlucky for No. [-] Mao, a wooden stake happened to be formed under him, and he was directly carried up to the sky, and the screams and calls for help were so long that he disappeared into the sky.

Maybe it was because the random wooden stakes were too loud to cover up his cries. Hua Chenfan just heard someone calling for help, so he stopped casting the spell and looked around, but found nothing.So he began to prepare to perform the random version of the wooden stake method again.

At this time, Yimao was in a strange posture, as if suffering from hemorrhoids, his buttocks twisted in pain, his hands tightly grasped the magic cloth, and slowly floated down like a parachute.

The Completely Random Flow of the Stake Dafa Profound Truth!

Unexpectedly, when his feet had just landed, he heard Hua Chenfan in the courtyard calling out the name of the secret technique. , a large wooden stake with the thickness of the mouth of the water tank below was generated out of thin air.

"No~~~~ Yes, wow!"

As soon as No. [-] Mao stepped on the stake, a powerful thrust was generated in an instant, and it was directly smashed into the sky again.

If he hadn't jumped just now, he might have escaped unharmed, but who would have thought that he would be so unlucky to bump into the big wooden post.

The first Mao fell into the bloody mold, like a roller coaster, winning the lottery again and again, and each time was more exciting, until the first Mao couldn't stand this kind of injury anymore, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, and the oppression in his chest was relieved a lot .

"Wooden Pile Dafa...!"

Before the first grass fell down, Hua Chenfan wanted to continue to use the secret method, but only halfway through his words, someone in the sky anxiously stopped him.

"Wait a minute, Junior Brother, if you come again, my life will be ruined by you! Hurry up and put away your supernatural powers!"

Hua Chenfan froze for a moment, lost his mana and looked up to the sky. A figure dangled down from the sky, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he fell to the ground, looking seriously injured.

"Senior brother, why are you? Didn't you go abroad, why did you come here?"

When Hua Chenfan saw the person coming, he couldn't help shouting in surprise, then his face darkened, and he looked at him with evil eyes.

Hua Chenfan never dreamed that his unfilial senior brother would have the face to appear here.

You must know that this guy went abroad privately, and in the end he didn't even come back for the master's funeral. Let him pass away with regret. It was delivered to the door.

The first Mao smiled awkwardly. After seeing the methods of his junior, he could no longer be arrogant, and instantly gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​a head-on collision.

Seeing that the little junior brother's eyes were wrong, he quickly showed a flattering smile, and cautiously replied: "Junior brother! I didn't expect to see you grow up so big and become so powerful in many years. I am really relieved, senior brother."

"Hmph, it's close to come here, brother, do you still have the face to come back? Master, the old man misses you very much, do you want me to send you down and meet him?"

Hua Chenfan didn't like this, he gritted his teeth and said that he had already raised the Nine Tribulations Staff, wondering where to start.

"Don't, don't! Junior brother, I'm also very sad about Master's matter, but I didn't have good news abroad. When I found out, it was a long time later, but I rushed back as soon as I knew the situation."

When mentioning Master No. [-] Mao, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he said with a smile, people are not grass and trees, and people are ruthless. Apart from inheritance, Master is still good to him, but he still has resentment in his heart, so he covered it up with an indifferent attitude Own.

Hua Chenfan didn't feel nothing when he saw him, and felt a little better in his heart, but the lessons he should have must be learned.

"It's a good news that the news is not good. You didn't come back after two years. What's the use? Don't tell me that you came back to express condolences."

"Haha, I have already been to Master's grave, and I haven't seen it for so many years, so let's see how Junior Brother is doing!"

"You don't need to be hypocritical, since you've seen it, get out of here."

Hearing that he said that he had gone to see his master, Hua Chenfan put down the magic staff again. Before his death, his master told him not to bear grudges against his senior brother. Since he still has a little conscience, he can save the lesson for now, but he is right The first Mao didn't have a good face at all.

"Don't worry, Afan, I have achieved something in my study abroad this time, and I have made great use of our arteries and veins to create even more powerful techniques. Haven't you and your master always looked down on magic?
Why don't we confirm each other to see who is the real strongest meridian and who is worthy of master's inheritance. "

No. [-] Mao rolled his eyes and thought of some bad idea, then stood up with a smile and said.

Although he can't beat his junior by himself, he can use other methods to compete. He is still very confident in his magic cloth. He firmly believes that in the whole Maoshan, when it comes to the magic of magic tools, no one can match it.

"It turns out that you came up with this idea, but it's a pity that you are going to be disappointed. Master has told you more than once that there is no other more powerful Taoist secret technique. If there is one, it will be passed on to you.

Everything is just your own guess. The master who should teach you has already passed it on to you, but your own talent is not as good as mine! "After Hua Chenfan pretended to be aggressive, he secretly added in his heart: "At the same time, you are missing a trick. "

After so many years, Yimao is also doubting whether he guessed wrong, but he refuses to admit it to death, he is not as talented as his younger brother, so he still stalks and uses what he has learned all his life, Prove that he is the best.

"I didn't think about that, but I just want my junior to give me some pointers on the spells I created myself. How about it?"

While talking about No. [-] Mao, he swiped his right hand in the air and slowly unfolded, a stick of roses suddenly appeared.

If you only look at magic, Yi Mao's level is really good, not worse than those well-known magicians in the previous life, but in this world, magicians have a fart.

Hua Chenfan grinned, and said with a look of disdain: "The tricks are pretty good, but it's just such a small trick, why bother to seek closer ones, our ancestors are much better than those from abroad."

(End of this chapter)