Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

As the words fell, slight fluctuations were heard in the air, and a hostile aura hit Fang Lin.

As if out of instinct, Fang Lin's body trembled, causing the aura to dissipate in an instant.

The owner of this aura also appeared, and a young man wearing a blue robe appeared in front of Fang Lin.

The boy in blue robe looked at Fang Lin with hostility in his eyes.

"A bitter plot? To get close to your sister?"

"What's the meaning?"

Fang Lin looked at the blue-robed boy with some confusion.

"Even now, you're still pretending. It seems like you won't just give in if I don't give you some pain."

The boy in blue robe shouted loudly, a sharp metallic aura filled his body, and the spiritual power he exuded revealed a sharp edge, heading towards Fang Lin.

"I'll give you another chance to tell the truth and you won't have to suffer any physical pain!" The boy in blue robe shouted at Fang Lin.

"Golden spirit body?"

Fang Lin was stunned. There are people in the immortal world who have practiced all their lives but have never become strong.

But some people are favored by God and have special physiques from birth. For example, the young man in blue robe in front of him has the golden spirit body.

In the process of cultivation, one's own fairy spirit will have the characteristics of metal, becoming thick and sharp, greatly enhancing the attack power.

Fang Lin didn't expect to see the body of the golden spirit here.

"Huh?"

"Isn't that Young Master Dongfang? He actually got into a fight with someone!"

"Even the body of the golden spirit is used. I wonder which ancient clan Young Master Dongfang's opponent is, and why Young Master Dongfang pays so much attention to it?"

At this time, several monks passed by and couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this scene.

Faced with the blue-robed boy's words, Fang Lin just smiled.

"Don't tell me yet, you are so stubborn!"

The boy in blue robe became a little angry when he saw Fang Lin ignoring him.

The fairy in the hands of the boy in blue robe

The energy condensed into a ball of golden spirit and rushed straight towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin's physical body had changed, and he needed a battle to verify it.

Without hesitation, he clenched his fists and punched forward.

boom!

The Golden Spirit Ball was exploded by Fang Lin with a punch, and the Golden Spirit Qi raging in the air was unable to harm him at all.

Instead, several monks around him quickly retreated.

"What did I see?"

"Young Master Dongfang's famous stunt was actually destroyed by someone's bare hands?"

"That person seems to have not used the spirit energy yet..."

Several people were stunned on the spot. They had experienced the power of Young Master Dongfang's blow. When Young Master Dongfang used the Nine Star Spiritual Void Realm to fight against them in the Spiritual Palace Realm, they were unable to fight back.

The oppression of the system can be so ruthless at times.

Now that their Young Master Dongfang has already broken through to the Spiritual Palace Realm, the power of that blow should have been improved. How could he be destroyed by one punch?

"Am I dazzled?"

One of the monks couldn't believe it and rubbed his eyes.

"You have some strength. No wonder you dare to approach my sister. Today I have to force you to find out your purpose!"

Seeing Fang Lin casually break his attack, the boy in blue robe became more sure that Fang Lin was approaching his sister with evil intentions.

Fang Lin was a little displeased with being falsely accused of maliciously approaching the blue-robed boy's sister. This was a false accusation.

Fang Lin admitted that he was not a good person, but he was not a heinous person either.

How can we allow people to make false accusations at will?

"You'd better speak clearly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fang Lin slowly looked at the blue-robed boy and said calmly.

"It's ridiculous, it's you who should speak clearly!"

The young man in blue robe lost his patience and unleashed his spiritual palace realm cultivation without any reservation. At the same time, a spiritual sword appeared in his hand and headed towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin stood still and allowed the boy in blue robe to stab him.

But every time, the blue-robed boy's sword avoided Fang Lin just right, with the slightest difference every time.

Seeing this scene, Fang Lin shook his head.

Originally, he wanted to try his physical strength with the help of the young man in blue robe, but now it seems that this young man in blue robe is just a flower in the greenhouse, has not been baptized by snow, and is too lacking in combat experience.

Kong has a spiritual palace level of cultivation but doesn't know how to use it. Fighting between him and Fang Lin is like a child trying to kill an adult with a sword. It's simply impossible.

"Why do I feel like that person is an elder, teaching Young Master Dongfang!"

The monks next to him looked at each other in confusion, sensing something fishy.

Is Young Master Dongfang too weak or the opponent is too strong?

"Could this be the new sparring partner the clan leader has found for the young master?"

Several people didn't know the situation and didn't dare to draw conclusions.

Seeing that Fang Lin could only hide but not fight back, the boy in blue robe was a little angry and shouted: "What do you mean? Do you just want to be a mouse?"

"If I take action, you will have no chance to take action."

Fang Lin said lightly.

"What a joke! How can I, the majestic young master of the Eastern Ancient Clan, not be able to fight back in front of you?" the blue-robed boy sneered.

Oriental ancient tribe?

Hearing this, Fang Lin was stunned.

Could it be that the old man who saved him was from the ancient Dongfang tribe?

And he was in the territory of the Eastern Ancient Clan.

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Fang Lin had already made a rough guess about the four words.

The young man in blue robe in front of him should be the young master of the ancient Dongfang tribe, and approaching his sister maliciously was probably a misunderstanding.

Being rescued by someone else's family, it's hard for him to act maliciously, but he can still give it a beating.

Fang Lin took a step forward and faced Young Master Dongfang's falling sword. He stretched out his hand to grab it.

When Young Master Dongfang saw Fang Lin taking the sword with his bare hands, his pupils suddenly widened. No matter how hard he tried, he could not withdraw the sword.

Fang Lin exerted a slight force on his hand, and Young Master Dongfang's long sword suddenly came out of his hand and fell into Fang Lin's hand.

Taking one step forward, his fist transformed into a palm and struck Young Master Dongfang on the chest, causing him to take a few steps back.

Fang Lin held Young Master Dongfang's spiritual sword in his hand, looked at it carefully, and sighed, "What a sword!"

"To use a sword, you must first understand the sword."

"Instead of treating it as a weapon, treat it as a part of your body, wielding it like an arm!"

"I will use my sword to control my sword!"

As Fang Lin spoke, he waved the spiritual sword in his hand. Every move contained fierce sword energy, sweeping around.

"Swordsman, if I have one sword, I will win with the belief that I will win. There is no need for flashy sword moves. The great ways should be simplified and all styles unified."

"Ordinary swings and thrusts will become the most terrifying sword moves!"

While Fang Lin was wielding the sword, Young Master Dongfang originally wanted to retort, but later on, he was so mesmerized by the sight that he fell straight into it.

At this moment, the sword energy contained in the spiritual sword in Fang Lin's hand changed, and the entire courtyard was covered with thick murderous intent. The spiritual sword pointed directly at Young Master Dongfang.

"Little Lord!"

This scene directly caused the expressions of several monks nearby to change, and they quickly prepared to rush forward.

At the same time, a loud shout came from the air.

"stop!"