Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Fang Lin held his head high and stood proudly in front of many geniuses, like a peerless master.

His words shocked thousands of genius masters into speechless words.

The cultivators from the eight major sects looked fearful. They looked at Fang Lin up and down and did not dare to take action rashly.

Because they didn't understand why Fang Lin only slapped one palm, and it was a light and soft palm, but it could overturn the power of the three swordsmen of Lie Dao Sect.

After all, these two people also have the strength of the eight-star spirit body. Together, they are comparable to those with weak spirits.

Fighting alone, they are indeed inferior to the geniuses of the eight major sects.

However, years of running-in have made the three brothers work together with one mind and cooperate very well. Even the genius masters from the eight major sects cannot take much advantage in front of them.

However, now that Fang Lin can easily injure them, does it mean that after Fang Lin obtained the secret treasure, his strength has greatly increased, and now he also has the strength of the spiritual realm? .??.

Probably!

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, no one wanted to be the first person.

Although the secret treasure is tempting, life is equally precious.

No fool is willing to make wedding clothes for others, not to mention that they are all leaders of the sect and the future of the family.

At the same time, Bei Ji rushed over with many disciples from the Xianwu Academy, and happened to see Fang Lin standing in front of the three powerful men.

"sharp!"

Nangong Han frowned slightly and said softly.

He specializes in physical training and has an unusual sensitivity to speed. He saw a clue in Fang Lin's palm.

Bei Ji took a deep look at Fang Lin and said solemnly: "One person can block three masters by himself. This kind of strength is really making rapid progress!"

This is not bragging, but Bei Ji's true feelings.

Before entering the Chongxian Secret Realm, the two of them fought.

At that time, the two were pretty evenly matched.

However, in less than a month now, Bei Ji felt that there was a huge gap between him and Fang Lin.

This kind of

The gap even makes Beiji feel that it is difficult to compare.

"It's not that Fang Lin's strength has improved rapidly, but his perception has improved to a new level!"

Nangong Han squinted his eyes and continued: "This is a kind of control over power. It can be freely retracted and released, ready to go. It is like a silent volcano. It seems calm, but once it breaks out, it can destroy the world. !”

"The palm just now seemed to be just a casual wave, but in my opinion, Senior Brother Fang hit at least eighteen palms. The strength and speed of each palm were exactly the same, and even the angle of the palm was the same. !”

"It is precisely because of this that we feel that Senior Brother Fang only struck one palm!"

Nangong Han's voice started to tremble as he spoke.

Only those who have been exposed to this realm can understand how difficult it is to achieve this step.

Nangong Han even has an idea that he should ask Fang Lin for advice. In this case, his strength will be greatly improved!

As Nangong Han finished speaking, Bei Ji was so surprised that he was speechless.

Fang Lin's palm actually contained such terrifying strength.

What shocked Bei Ji even more was that he didn't see the secret.

This is not only a gap in strength, but also a gap between Tao and Dharma.

If this continues, the gap between him and Fang Lin will become wider and wider.

After a while, Bei Ji came back to his senses.

"It seems it's time to retreat for a while!"

He took a deep breath and made a plan for himself.

When three of us travel together, we must be my teacher.

On the road of spiritual practice, it is even more necessary to think of the wise.

What's more, Fang Linqing is better than Lan out of blue, so he will naturally be targeted.

Beiji

Withdrawing his mind, he glanced at the many disciples of Xianwu Academy and found that they were all stunned.

Their eyes were filled with admiration and admiration for Fang Lin.

In the past, the disciples of the Xianwu Academy entered the Chongxian Secret Realm and were humiliated by the eight major sects. They could only live with their tail between their legs. How could they show off their power like today?

Sure enough, Senior Brother Fang Lin will always be awesome!

At the same time, the people of the eight major sects finally calmed down.

Zhao Meng took half a step forward and said with a voice like thunder: "Fellow Taoists, no matter how powerful he is, he is not enough for one person. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we work together to kill him and get the treasure?"

"Brother Zhao is right! Let's go together! Kill him!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and many people were immediately booing. There were even many cultivators from the eight major sects moving forward, eager to try.

Fang Lin watched quietly and made a sound.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, Fang Lin pulled out the Qingshuang Sword, causing pieces of blood to rise. The surging sword energy instantly enveloped a hundred meters in radius.

At the same time, Fang Lin pointed his sword, and a pressure fell on a disciple of the Moon God Sect.

"If you dare to take another step forward, your life will be taken!"

The cold murderous intent was like frost, directly penetrating the heart of the disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, and the terrifying power made him suffocate to the point where he could not breathe.

At that moment, he didn't even feel alive.

He was cold all over, but his crotch was hot.

When the water dropped drop by drop on the ground, everyone around him looked at him with strange expressions.

They marveled at Fang Lin's power, and also laughed at the incompetence of this disciple of the Moon Worship Sect.

But no matter what, they no longer dare to underestimate Fang Lin's strength.

Even the masters from the eight major sects looked up to Fang Lin.

A sword can frighten the disciples of the Moon Worship Sect into incontinence. Not everyone can possess such strength.

And don't forget that Fang Lin's realm is several steps lower than them.

On the other side, the battle between Leng Ruhan and Bai Feng has reached a fever pitch.

The two were fighting inextricably, with various techniques intertwined and roaring.

"snort!"

At this moment, Zhao Meng finally took action.

He turned into an afterimage, jumped into the sky, and captured it with one palm.

Suddenly, thunder rolled from the sky, dark clouds gathered, and several lightning bolts landed directly on Leng Ruhan.

The two were originally inseparable, but at this time they were attacked by Zhao Meng. Leng Ruhan was severely injured and fell from mid-air.

"Fellow Taoists, please control Fairy Ruhan. We are not afraid that Fang Lin will not hand over the secret treasure!"

Zhao Meng laughed and said loudly.

At the same time, many cultivators rushed towards Leng Ruhan.

This opportunity is so rare that no one will give it up!

"Let's see who dares!"

Fang Lin roared, furious, and swung out a large amount of blood with his sword!

All this happened so fast that before he could even react, Leng Ruhan was already injured!

Moreover, this Zhao Meng was really despicable. Seeing that he could not defeat Fang Lin, he attacked Leng Ruhan.

Such behavior has angered Fang Lin.

If you have grudges or grudges, you can point them at him and he will accept them all.

But no harm to the family!

Just like the children of the Xiao family who seriously injured Le Wenyao and almost died at the hands of Fang Lin.

Boom!

The golden fairy spirit, mixed with blood-colored sword energy, exploded with a bang. The cultivators rushing in front were instantly cut off at the waist, and ten of them fell down.

Seeing Fang Lin going crazy, Zhao Meng shouted: "Fang Lin, your opponent is me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Meng pounced on Fang Lin like a tiger!