Tuxian Road

This battle can be described as extremely difficult. First, the opponent swallowed a Yuansheng Pill, temporarily raising his cultivation to the peak level in the early days of Dacheng.Originally, I could barely resist with the special ancient treasure, the mysterious tortoise shell, but then the pink-clothed female monk used a weird formation, not only that, but later even condensed a tree soul to attack me.When the tree soul disappeared, this cultivator actually used another soul card. It seems that this Tiandong Mountain trial is also extremely dangerous.

Stopped recalling, Feng Fan calmed down, then dipped his consciousness into the Five Elements Mystic Ring, and quickly absorbed the true essence from the Lingbao Mixed Spirit Devouring Orb in the Five Elements Mystical Ring, and quickly drained the true essence that was consumed in the previous battle. Yuan all replenished adequately.

"The talismans of your school's Fengfan are really endless. In the battle just now, more than a dozen talismans of various levels were used. Coupled with their strength, it seems that this trial has a lot to do!" The monk crushed the space jade slip in embarrassment and was sent out. Fang Yumeng, the patriarch of the Fang family, smiled enviously at Lin Jingnan.

"Feng Fan also returned to the Feitian Sect recently, and it's beyond my expectation that he has so many talismans." Lin Jingnan smiled faintly.

"The monks of your sect rely on countless talismans to be invincible, otherwise I would have expelled them long ago!" Lin Jingnan said bitterly.

"Hehe, your being expelled from Tiandong Mountain means that you are not strong enough, so stop talking here. If you refuse to accept it, after the trial is over, I will arrange for me to send Feng Fan to compete with you alone. If you don't use any foreign objects, Including Shengyuan Pill, do you think you can support Feng Fan for so long like just now?" Hearing the words of the woman in pink, Lin Jingnan's face turned red suddenly, calming down the anxiety in his heart. Angry, Lin Jingnan fought back aggressively.

"Friend Lin Daoist, why bother with a woman, Qingdie, you step back first!" Seeing the woman in pink provoke Lin Jingnan, Feng Nanhe couldn't hold back. The factions were like fire and water, but they could be regarded as the head of a faction, so they immediately drove the woman in pink away.The woman in pink snorted coldly, then left everyone's sight.

After expelling the female monk in pink from Tiandong Mountain, Feng Fan in Tiandong Mountain dispersed his consciousness and hurried towards the nearest monk.When Feng Fan came to the monk's location, he found that it was a middle-aged monk, and he was actually a member of the Feitian sect.

"It's you!" The middle-aged monk saw Feng Fan's appearance clearly, and let out a voice as if he had been released.

"I thought it was someone from other cultivation forces. Since you are from this faction, let's go away." Feng Fan glanced at the monks in front of him, and found that they were from this faction, so he said something disappointed, and then turned to another The direction ran quickly.

"He is so anxious to find other monks, does he have any intentions?" The middle-aged monk swept away with his spiritual sense and found that Feng Fan was rushing towards another strange aura. He frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, whispered weakly.After arriving at Tiandong Mountain, all the monks tried to avoid contact with other monks, so as to reduce conflicts, but Feng Fan first approached the middle-aged monk, and then quickly moved towards the location of another monk, so for just one yuan The practice of Feng Fan, an initial level monk in the mid-infant stage, puzzled the middle-aged monk.

"Feng Fan, walk slowly, we can join hands!" The middle-aged monk suddenly remembered something, and shouted in the direction where Feng Fan was leaving, but even though Feng Fan heard the voice, he didn't respond at all.After all, Feng Fan didn't want to join forces with any monks from his sect, he just wanted to act alone.

Feng Fan came to that monk and looked intently, only to see that this man had a strong figure, a slender face, a peak level cultivation in the late Nascent Soul, and he looked at Feng Fan extremely unkindly. "Very good, it turned out to be a Lei Sha Cult monk. The pink-clothed female monk I just dismissed is also a member of your Lei Sha Cult. Now including you, there are two people." Feng Fan said arrogantly.

"You can drive our Senior Sister Qingdie out of Tiandong Mountain, you are talking in your sleep!" The strong man said with a grin, because there was only one Nascent Soul cultivator participating in the trial of Leisha Sect this time, and she was wearing pink. Clothes, so when Feng Fan mentioned this person, the strong man believed that his opponent might have encountered Qing Die.But thinking of Qingdie's methods, the brawny man simply didn't believe that the initial-level monk in the mid-Yuanying period in front of him could drive him out of Tiandong Mountain.

Feng Fan waved one hand, and a huge blood ax flew out.Under Feng Fan's single point, the blood ax suddenly radiated endless blood light, and slashed towards the strong man fiercely.Thousands of blood lights shrouded it, and the surroundings were filled with a thick bloody atmosphere.

The strong man raised one hand, and a long black crutch flew out. With a sound of "Zheng", the blood ax and the long crutch collided together, arousing huge fluctuations in spiritual power.

"A monk at the initial level in the early stage of Dacheng? No! You can actually display the strength equivalent to that of a monk in the early stage of Dacheng!" Feeling the tyrannical aura emitted from the long crutches, the grin on the face of the strong man of Lei Shajiao suddenly froze. Yes, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

At this moment, the Thunder Sha Cult cultivator no longer had the previous arrogance, and believed most of Feng Fan's words.Although the former pink-clothed female monk, that is, the master sister of the Leisha sect's Nascent Soul stage monks, is powerful, but facing this person who seems to be the initial level of the Nascent Soul stage in front of her, she is able to play the same level as the early stage of Dacheng. It seems that monks with high level of strength have little chance of winning.

"Leave the identity soul card, or you will die!" Feng Fan yelled sharply, and at the same time quickly injected the true energy in his body into the blood axe.The blood ax soared, and at the same time, it emitted a boundless blood light, covering the strong man.The strong smell of blood filled the surroundings, making people want to vomit.

"Don't force people too much!" Seeing that the crutches retreated steadily and almost hit the real yuan shield that was opened in a hurry, the strong man shouted sternly, and then flicked the storage ring, and a talisman suddenly appeared in his hand .The strong man crushed the talisman in his hand helplessly, and his figure and crutches disappeared suddenly.

"Earth-level high-level escape talisman!" Feng Fan immediately judged the type and level of the talisman through the aura emanating from the previous talisman and the fact that the strong man disappeared instantly after opening the talisman.

Feng Fan quickly dispersed his consciousness, and vaguely captured the aura of that strong man from more than a hundred miles away.It's just that within a certain distance, there are several different cultivator breaths blocking him. If he wants to continue chasing that cultivator, he must encounter several cultivators in the middle.

Feng Fan hesitated for a moment, and resolutely gave up on that direction.Because although there are several monks in that direction, the closest one to Fengfan is tens of miles away.So Feng Fan changed the direction he was going, and rushed towards another monk who was only a dozen miles away from him.

Feng Fan traveled more than ten miles, and finally saw the true face of that monk.This person is a peak-level monk in the late Yuanying period. He looks like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, wearing a square scarf and a light yellow gown. His face is like a crown jade and his skin is fair.He looks handsome despite being in his 40s.From the mark on the sleeve of the light yellow gown, Feng Fan knew that this was a Jinshigu monk.

"Hey, boy, you only have the initial level of Nascent Soul, and you came here. Are you going to take the initiative to give me the identity soul card in your hand? If you are so sensible, then I have no choice but to accept it!" Middle-aged Confucianism The scholar looked at Feng Fan a few times, and from the mark on Feng Fan's sleeve, he judged that Feng Fan was a monk of the Flying School, and he was only a monk of the initial level in the middle stage of Yuanying, so he curled his lips and scolded softly.

"Hehe, if you obediently hand over your identity soul card, I won't take into account your rudeness just now. Otherwise, hum..." A sneer appeared on the corner of Feng Fan's mouth, appearing extremely rampant.

"Good boy, if you want my identity soul card, it depends on whether you have this ability!" Threatened by Feng Fan, whose cultivation level is one and a half lower than his own, the middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly burst into anger, and his face suddenly twitched. With a ferocious expression on his face, he roared, and then flicked the storage ring with one finger, and a silver-white sledgehammer flew out.The middle-aged Confucian scholar pointed at the sledgehammer angrily, and the sledgehammer smashed hard at Feng Fan.

Feng Fan's mind moved, and a small purple sword suddenly appeared in front of him.Feng Fan clicked with one hand, and the small purple sword suspended in mid-air surged under the infusion of his true energy, and a series of dazzling purple awns swarmed out, and some of the purple awns instantly turned into countless purple arcs. Mottled jumping around.Feng Fan's heart moved, and the Zidian sword shot towards the silver-white sledgehammer. With a loud sound of "Zheng", the silver-white sledgehammer suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had been hit by an extremely powerful force, with purple electric lights beating on it from time to time.Endless, ferocious and transcendent power swarmed out, rushing towards the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"You can display the strength equivalent to that of an initial-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng!" Feeling the aura of an initial-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng, the middle-aged monk swept Feng Fan's dantian again, and found that Feng Fan was indeed a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul , the middle-aged Confucian scholar screamed in horror.

"Hey, now that you know my strength, hand over your identity soul card immediately, otherwise you will be severely injured or killed by me in a while, and the gain will not be worth the loss." Feng Fan said calmly.

"Don't even think about it!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar calmed down his shocked heart and tried to calm his voice, but he couldn't hide the panic on his face.

"Since you are so obsessed with obsession, don't blame me for being fierce!" Feng Fan's face darkened, and he injected the true energy in his body into the Zidian sword faster, and the ancient treasure suddenly emitted endless purple light, speeding up the attack speed.