Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Seeing the old man's horrified expression, the visitor couldn't help but smile.

"President, to tell you the truth, when I first heard the news, my reaction was even more exaggerated than yours. I didn't believe it at all!"

"Then I went there in person, and not to mention, I actually saw a real person!"

The president looked at his men seriously, pondered for a moment, and then sat down slowly.

After a while, the president raised his head and said, "Tell me in detail, where did Fang Keqing go after arriving here?"

The subordinate nodded, "Fang Keqing came to our place for the first time. After arriving, he wandered around. Finally, he went to a tavern. After drinking, he went to a weapons store outside. The key point is this weapons store!"

"We don't know what they said in it, but we learned that Fang Keqing gave the store a spiritual weapon! It was just an ordinary weapons store there, and they sold ordinary weapons!" .??.??

The president frowned slightly and thought for a moment.

After a while, the president nodded, "Obviously, Fang Keqing did not come to our elixir paradise, nor did he go to the Minjin Chamber of Commerce. Fang Keqing probably did not want to be disturbed."

"But we are pretending not to know here, as if that's not the case, then..."

The president's head showed a thoughtful expression.

The men are obviously very shrewd and know when to speak and when not to speak.

Although those who come up with random ideas may rise to fame as a result, they are more likely to die without a burial place.

The people who live the longest are often the good-natured ones who look harmless, and he is obviously such a person.

After a while, the old president finally raised his eyes and said, "Go and tell me. If you have nothing to do, you can visit that weapons shop more, but don't show off. Since it's a mortal weapon, go in as a mortal."

When the subordinate heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, "High! It's really high!"

…

yes

It's not really high, we don't know.

Anyway, even if he is short, he can probably be said to be taller than the sky.

Fang Lin came out of the shop and looked around.

Next to it, in addition to some miscellaneous shops, there is also a house diagonally opposite.

Fang Lin pondered for a moment, made up his mind, got up and walked to an inn not far away.

While walking, Fang Lin was still thinking about the sword.

Vaguely, Fang Lin felt as if he was about to touch something.

Fang Lin suddenly remembered that when the Shura Angel appeared, he cut off the purple-haired man's arm with a sword.

A powerful man with a soul level had one of his arms cut off by his own sword!

Fang Lin himself doesn’t believe this!

But the facts are there, this is Fang Lin's real memory, you have to believe it if you don't believe it!

And what is the reason for the sudden surge in combat power?

Obviously, it’s the sword!

Fang Lin recalled the scene where he cut off all the Ming Dao's swords with one sword.

That time, it was also a divine level existence!

Although Fang Lin had already used his ultimate move before, and added the resistance of Fang Cun Divine Punishment to finally achieve such an effect, it is undeniable that the sword itself is indeed powerful.

Between life and death, many incredible things can often happen.

After opening the room, Fang Lin was not picky about the environment. He sat down on the chair and raised his head in thought.

"Although the Emperor Flame Angel is very strong, and can even reach a great level, the upper limit of the Emperor Flame Angel, at least at the second level, can only reach this point.

"

"But the sword seems to have no upper limit..."

At least until now, Fang Lin has never felt that there is any upper limit. On the contrary, he clearly knows that he can be stronger, but Fang Lin can't do it...

Fang Lin thought for a moment, then stood up and pulled out the Emperor Flame Holy Sword. ??

In the night, the blade of the Emperor Yan Holy Sword vaguely had a long golden line.

"Become stronger!"

"When I leave that place, what I'm waiting for is the day when I become stronger!"

Swish swish——

In the room, Fang Lin suddenly began to swing his sword.

There was no spiritual power present, and no aura was leaked.

At this moment, Fang Lin looked as if he was just a mortal dancing with a sword.

…

A night of silence.

In the afternoon of the next day, Fang Lin woke up from his practice.

Looking at the sky outside, Fang Lin glanced at the street casually.

The streets looked as usual, with pedestrians and shops, sunshine and hustle and bustle.

Except for a few more monks who suddenly appeared.

Fang Lin frowned slightly and watched for a while. Those monks, all of whom had Yuan Ying's cultivation, went to the small shop called "Qi" together.

Fang Lin couldn't help but feel a little more interested.

After a while, Fang Lin got up and went downstairs to the tavern opposite the shop.

In a familiar position, Fang Lin ordered a pot of soju and a few plates of side dishes.

Not long after, the Nascent Soul monks who had just entered came out, with a weapon in their hands, either a long sword or a long knife.

Fang Lin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Monk, go buy a mortal sword, and you still need to go in groups?

What about this?

Something seems wrong!

Fang Lin didn't move, picked up the wine glass and took a sip calmly.

A long time passed, and the dishes on the table were almost finished. Fang Lin's eyes fluctuated.

Someone is coming again!

Still a monk!

It's just that his cultivation level is a little lower, he only has pill formation, and he's alone.

Fang Lin remained calm, put down a spirit stone, stood up and left.

A young monk quickly walked out of the door of the "Qi" shop.

The young monk was holding an ordinary long sword in his hand, but there was a somewhat shocked look on his face, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

A young man in a white warlord uniform came towards him. The young monk subconsciously took another look, thinking that he was such a handsome man, and that his temperament was too miraculous. There is a vague sense of nobility, which seems to make people feel inferior, and subconsciously feel that they are not worthy to be close...

Passing by, the young monk frowned slightly, always feeling that this man was a bit unusual, and subconsciously glanced back.

When he turned around, the young monk was surprised to find that the person was gone!

The young monk couldn't help but froze on the spot, looked around, but still didn't see the figure just now, and couldn't help but murmured, "It's strange, is it my eyesight? Can such a big living person be dazzled?"

The young monk's search was fruitless, so he sighed and turned around to continue walking.

But this time when he turned around, the little monk suddenly became so excited that he almost jumped up!

"you you you……"

Fang Lin smiled half-heartedly, "Dragon-forming monk, go to an ordinary weapon shop to buy a sword. Could it be that ordinary weapons are extraordinary?"

The little monk's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking violently.

Fang Lin raised the corners of his mouth, with a bit of scrutiny, "He has the scent of medicine, he is probably an alchemist, a heavenly alchemist?"