Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Only a few cultivators can see through the reason, but their reaction expressions are no different from those of most other warriors. With such a strong sense of oppression and control, he is definitely a master of the Golden Core Realm.

The Golden Core Realm is extremely rare in China. Young people like Yan Li have rarely heard of it. It is hard not to be shocked.

"go."

After hearing Yan Li's roar, the twelve sharp blades as cold as ice immediately spread out and struck directly at Fang Lin.

In addition to the method and power of the moves that amazed everyone present, the results were actually mediocre to most warriors, just twelve swords that looked more powerful.

But laymen look at the excitement, and experts look at the doorsteps. This seemingly ordinary attack method shocked all the cultivators present and looked at each other.

Because they could see with their naked eyes that it was not just twelve sharp blades, but also formed a magical array.

Moreover, the magic circle spread all over the martial arts stage in an instant, completely surrounding Fang Lin.

Although no one knows how powerful it is yet, it is unheard of for cultivators who are over 90 years old to be able to combine the magic circle with the sword so skillfully.

The moves are shocking to the naked eye, and Fang Lin is deeply moved by them. In the blink of an eye, he felt as if he were falling into an ice abyss, as cold as bones, and his breath turned to frost. This couldn't be more real.

Along with the coldness came the stiffness of the body, and everything seemed to become so difficult to move in an instant. In this short feeling time, twelve flying swords also followed the biting cold wind like shadows.

Suddenly, the entire martial arts arena seemed to have entered a huge frozen warehouse. The judges and hosts had to quickly evacuate to the outside, and the entire martial arts arena fell into a panic.

"You do have some skills, Bro."

With a soft hum in his mouth, Fang Lin quickly circulated the zhenqi in his body. As the body-protecting zhenqi rose, the perceptible temperature of his body returned to normal in an instant.

When Yan Li's ice blade hovered outside the body's true energy, Fang Lin also quickly swiped through the gourd of heaven and earth. With a flash of silver light, a huge virtual sword quickly pointed downwards with the force of thunder. Cut it over.

Everyone only felt a slight tremor on the entire ground, and the surrounding environment suddenly returned to normal in a matter of seconds.

When everyone looked at the stage again with bewildered expressions, Yan Li was already kneeling in front of Fang Lin with his eyes wide open.

Except for the red-stained clothes and the solemn ceremony of unknown life and death, there seemed to be no trace of fighting at all. Where were the swords?

"This...is the fight over now?"

"It's inexplicable! Damn, I didn't see anything!"

"I can't understand the fight between gods and goddesses at all!"

Everything in front of them completely confused most of the people in an instant. You looked at me and then you with a blank look on your face. No one knew what the hell was going on?

However, somewhere in a corner, a young man wrapped in a heavy mink coat showed a meaningful smile.

That young man was Yan Bing, who had been missing for a long time. Like Fang Lin, he arrived late, but even later. He happened to see the last blow between the two.

Others couldn't understand it, but he could see it clearly. Both of them used virtual swords, but

Yan Li consumes a lot of true energy to turn the virtual into the real, and Fang Lin uses the jade talisman.

The huge environmental difference is also caused by Yan Li's consumption of a large amount of infuriating energy and the use of formations. The gap between the two was already huge, and Yan Li even tried to kill Fang Lin Bingfeng with one blow. If he was not defeated, who would be defeated?

So in Yan Bing's view, there is no suspense about this ending. With a fighting style like his, he would be invincible against enemies with lower cultivation levels than him.

But against cultivators who are stronger than him, the Qi stronger than him can change the body's senses again at any time. The so-called ice seal has no effect at all.

"In less than half a month, Mr. Fang seems to have improved a lot, which is really gratifying! Ahem... My Yan family has been defeated in this battle."

While everyone was at a loss, Yan Bing dragged his heavy coat to the stage unimpeded and said with a plain smile.

While speaking, Yan Bing's hand slowly placed on Yan Li's body. With such a light touch, Yan Li, who had been dead just now, was miraculously resurrected again.

"Thank you fifth brother for helping me..."

"There is no need to thank me, you should thank Mr. Fang. If he hadn't stopped his sword move in time, you would have gone to see the King of Hell long ago.

Go down! Now that I'm here, please tell grandpa for me that the other masters of the Yan family won't join in the fun, ahem..."

Raising his hand to interrupt Yan Li's words, Yan Bing still spoke slowly and calmly.

"This is...good."

Although Yan Bing had spoken extremely tactfully, Yan Li could clearly hear the confidence and pride in his words. He didn't dare to be unconvinced at all, so he reluctantly agreed and then disappeared in front of everyone.

"Are you so confident that you can stand on this stage until the end?"

Although he knew that Yan Bing was very thoughtful, it was the first time for Fang Lin to see him acting so indifferently, so he couldn't help but joked in a joking tone.

"Isn't it like this every year since I, Yan Bing, started participating in martial arts? If I remember correctly, this should be the sixth year, right?

Since I am here, why should the other Yan family members come to seek suffering? I don't like my own people beating my own people. "

Just like good brothers chatting about everyday things, Yan Bing said in a low voice with a very calm smile.

"Yan Bing finally appeared."

"One is a consecutive champion in the past, and the other is a new master who has made waves in China. It's really exciting now."

"There aren't many good ones. There is no doubt that it's Yan Bingsheng!"

"I don't think so. Although I didn't see clearly what happened just now? But it's obvious that Fang Lin's strength is not bad."

"So what if it's not bad? With Yan Bing's skills, there is no need for him to go head-to-head with Fang Lin now. There is no doubt that he will advance to the final battle.

Now that he is on stage, it means that one of them is destined to be eliminated. Isn't there any certainty that he will make it? "

"I think this old man is right. Although I am very reluctant, I still have to choose Yan Bing to win this game."

The five-time leader immediately brought up his own topic when he came on the stage. The martial arts arena instantly felt as if the pot had exploded again, and heated discussions began.

It was during this discussion that almost everyone took out their mobile phones and chose to place bets and votes on the webpage certified by the organizing committee. Only a few cultivators can see through the reason, but their reaction expressions are no different from those of most other warriors. With such a strong sense of oppression and control, he is definitely a master of the Golden Core Realm.

The Golden Core Realm is extremely rare in China. Young people like Yan Li have rarely heard of it. It is hard not to be shocked.

"go."

After hearing Yan Li's roar, the twelve sharp blades as cold as ice immediately spread out and struck directly at Fang Lin.

In addition to the method and power of the moves that amazed everyone present, the results were actually mediocre to most warriors, just twelve swords that looked more powerful.

But laymen look at the excitement, and experts look at the doorsteps. This seemingly ordinary attack method shocked all the cultivators present and looked at each other.

Because they could see with their naked eyes that it was not just twelve sharp blades, but also formed a magical array.

Moreover, the magic circle spread all over the martial arts stage in an instant, completely surrounding Fang Lin.

Although no one knows how powerful it is yet, it is unheard of for cultivators who are over 90 years old to be able to combine the magic circle with the sword so skillfully.

The moves are shocking to the naked eye, and Fang Lin is deeply moved by them. In the blink of an eye, he felt as if he was falling into an ice abyss, as cold as bones, and his breath turned to frost. This couldn't be more real.

Along with the coldness came the stiffness of the body, and everything seemed to become so difficult to move in an instant. In this short feeling time, twelve flying swords also followed the biting cold wind like shadows.

Suddenly, the entire martial arts arena seemed to have entered a huge frozen warehouse. The judges and hosts had to quickly evacuate to the outside, and the entire martial arts arena fell into panic.

"You do have some skills, Bro."

With a soft hum in his mouth, Fang Lin quickly circulated the zhenqi in his body. As the body-protecting zhenqi rose, the perceptible temperature of his body returned to normal in an instant.

When Yan Li's ice blade was hovering outside the body's true energy, Fang Lin quickly swiped through the gourd of heaven and earth. With a flash of silver light, a huge virtual sword quickly pointed downwards with the force of thunder. Cut it over.

Everyone only felt a slight tremor on the entire ground, and the surrounding environment suddenly returned to normal in a matter of seconds.

When everyone looked at the stage again with bewildered expressions, Yan Li was already kneeling in front of Fang Lin with his eyes wide open.

Except for the red-stained clothes and the solemn ceremony of unknown life and death, there seemed to be no trace of fighting at all. Where were the swords?

"This...is this the end of the fight?"

"It's inexplicable! Damn, I didn't see anything!"

"I can't understand the fight between gods and gods!"

Everything in front of them completely confused most of the people in an instant. You looked at me and then you with a blank look on your face. No one knew what the hell was going on?

However, somewhere in a corner, a young man wrapped in a heavy mink coat showed a meaningful smile.

That young man was Yan Bing, who had been missing for a long time. Like Fang Lin, he arrived late, but even later. He happened to see the last blow between the two.

Others couldn't understand it, but he could see it clearly. Both of them used virtual swords, but

Yan Li consumes a large amount of true energy to turn the virtual into the real, while Fang Lin uses the jade talisman.

The huge environmental difference is also caused by Yan Li's consumption of a large amount of infuriating energy and the use of formations. The gap between the two was already huge, and Yan Li even tried to kill Fang Lin Bingfeng with one blow. If he was not defeated, who would be defeated?

So in Yan Bing's view, there is no suspense about this ending. With a fighting style like his, he would be invincible against enemies with lower cultivation levels than him.

But against cultivators who are stronger than him, the Qi stronger than him can change the body's senses again at any time. The so-called ice seal has no effect at all.

"In less than half a month, Mr. Fang seems to have improved a lot, which is really gratifying! Ahem... My Yan family has been defeated in this battle."

While everyone was at a loss, Yan Bing dragged his heavy coat to the stage unimpeded and said with a plain smile.

While speaking, Yan Bing's hand slowly placed on Yan Li's body. With such a light touch, Yan Li, who had been dead just now, was miraculously resurrected again.

"Thank you fifth brother for helping me..."

"There is no need to thank me, you should thank Mr. Fang. If he hadn't stopped his sword move in time, you would have gone to see the King of Hell long ago.

Go down! Now that I'm here, please tell grandpa for me that the other masters of the Yan family won't join in the fun, ahem..."

Raising his hand to interrupt Yan Li's words, Yan Bing still spoke slowly and calmly.

"This is...good."

Although Yan Bing had spoken extremely tactfully, Yan Li could clearly hear the confidence and pride in his words. He didn't dare to be unconvinced at all, so he reluctantly agreed and then disappeared in front of everyone.

"Are you so confident that you can stand on this stage until the end?"

Although he knew that Yan Bing was very thoughtful, it was the first time for Fang Lin to see Yan Bing acting so indifferent, so he couldn't help but joked in a joking tone.

"Isn't it like this every year since I, Yan Bing, started participating in martial arts? If I remember correctly, this should be the sixth year, right?

Since I am here, why should the other Yan family members come to seek suffering? I don't like my own people beating my own people. "

Just like good brothers chatting about everyday things, Yan Bing said in a low voice with a very calm smile.

"Yan Bing finally appeared."

"One is a consecutive champion in the past, and the other is a new master who has made waves in China. It's really exciting now."

"There aren't many good ones. There is no doubt that it's Yan Bingsheng!"

"I don't think so. Although I didn't see clearly what happened just now? But it's obvious that Fang Lin's strength is not bad."

"So what if it's not bad? With Yan Bing's skills, there is no need for him to go head-to-head with Fang Lin now. There is no doubt that he will advance to the final battle.

Now that he is on stage, it means that one of them is destined to be eliminated. Isn't there any certainty that he will make it? "

"I think this old man is right. Although I am very reluctant, I still have to choose Yan Bing to win this game."

The five-time leader immediately brought up his own topic when he came on the stage. The martial arts arena instantly felt like it had exploded again, and heated discussions began.

It was during this discussion that almost everyone took out their mobile phones and chose to place bets and votes on the webpage certified by the organizing committee.