Land Sword Immortal's Sword Pavilion has guarded the sword for eighty years

Meng Fan's soul was holding a red sword and his tone was extremely domineering.

The shadow of the old monk that appeared in his mind at this moment was obviously much weaker than before.

Moreover, when the old monk appeared this time, he was not like the last time when he directly wanted to take away his body, but he was determined to make a deal with him.

This proves that the old monk is most likely incapable of taking away himself at this moment, and there is nothing he can do against himself!

In this case, Meng Fan's attitude will naturally become tougher.

This is a kind of test for the old monk, and I am ready to see the old monk's next reaction.

"Presumptuous, you are looking for death! I appreciate your talent and don't want to let a genius like you die young. Don't be ungrateful!" the old monk said to Meng Fan in a cold voice.

"Really?" Meng Fan sneered.

The next second, the red sword in his soul's hand turned into a ray of red light and slashed towards the old monk's shadow.

Just now it was a language test, now it is a strength test.

He felt that the old monk was at the end of his strength and should not be his opponent, otherwise he would not have said so much to him hypocritically.

"If there is a road to heaven, don't take it. If there is no door to hell, just throw yourself into it! In this case, I will send you to see the Buddha..." The old monk's whole body glowed with golden light.

Hong Qi Sword was immediately forced back and turned into Hong Qi's shadow again.

"Master, Hong Qi is useless, please punish me!" Hong Qi's shadow said to Meng Fan's soul with some shame.

In this situation, she forgot to call Meng Fan "Master" again, and blurted out "Master". She was really used to calling him "Master".

"A small sword spirit body, which has not yet cultivated into a soul body, dares to attack the old monk. I really don't know what to say!" The old monk laughed, still maintaining a condescending attitude.

However, although his tone was loud, after forcing Hong Qi away, he still did not take action against Meng Fan, and had no intention of seizing her body.

Meng Fan immediately smiled, becoming more and more certain that this old monk was strong on the outside and capable on the inside, and had no ability to take away his own abilities.

"Old monk, aren't you going to send me to see the Buddha? Why don't you do it?"

He continued to provoke the old monk with words.

"I think you have a malleable talent, and I cherish your talent. I can't bear to let you die prematurely. Don't be ignorant of good and evil!" the old monk angrily scolded Meng Fan.

At this point, Meng Fan was certain that the old monk could only talk nonsense at this moment and did not dare to attack him.

It should be said that I have no ability to attack myself!

"Stop talking nonsense, you have completely exposed your state, so don't pretend to be a bully with me.

If you want to cooperate with me, you must first correct your attitude.

It is you who ask for something from me, not me who wants something from you.

When asking for help, you must have a asking attitude! "

Meng Fan's soul looked coldly at Lao He's silhouette with a sneer on his face.

The old monk suddenly said angrily: "It doesn't matter if you don't eat the toast or drink the fine wine, I will help you today and send you to the bliss of the West!"

After saying that, infinite golden light suddenly erupted from his body, and then a bright golden light broke away from his body and shot towards Meng Fan.

After all, Meng Fan was a little flustered when he saw this golden light.

But he held it back and did not show any fear. His soul stood there with a cold face, motionless!

Meng Fan is pretending, and the old monk is also pretending.

Meng Fan was waiting for the old monk to reveal his secret.

The old monk was waiting for Meng Fan to give in and beg for mercy!

It depends on who can keep his composure more.

In the end, Meng Fan won the bet.

One is that he has a strong card, and the other is that he has just seen through the old monk's trump card.

This is a sure win!

The golden light emitted from the old monk's body suddenly disappeared just when it was about to contact Meng Fan's soul.

"You boy, your character really impresses me.

If a talent like you dies, it will be a loss to the entire human race.

Don't worry, I won't kill you. Not only will I not kill you, I will work hard to cultivate you!

I really appreciate you. How about I accept you as my disciple? "

This old monk is still acting and has begun to change his route.

Meng Fan sneered and said: "It seems that you really can't do anything to me. Stop pretending! You are also an accomplished monk after all. Don't you think it's silly to pretend here?"

"What do you mean by pretending? Do you think I am not capable of being your master? There is also your soul problem, which I can easily help you solve!" the old monk said with some dissatisfaction.

This time the dissatisfaction was real, not pretended, he felt insulted!

"My master, Mr. Lin, you have already met him. Do you think you are comparable to Mr. Lin?" Meng Fan said without mercy.

"If I were at my peak, I could crush that old man to death with one finger." The old monk said angrily.

"But now you only have the remnants of your soul. You will never return to the top in this life. What qualifications do you have to compete with Mr. Lin?" Meng Fan still had a venomous tongue.

"Nonsense, who said I can't return to the top, as long as..."

This old monk was really angry with Meng Fan. He spoke indiscriminately and no longer called himself Lao Monk, but Lao Tzu.

But he quickly reacted and shut up in time without telling his secret.

"Just what?" Meng Fan was keenly aware that the next content was the key point.

"As long as you give me time, I will definitely be able to return to the top!" the old monk said trying to keep himself calm.

Meng Fan looked at the old monk coldly. He knew that this old monk must have a secret.

I have only been practicing for a long time, and I already have a lot of secrets.

This old monk has lived for so many years, it's a pity that he doesn't have any secrets!

He doesn't care about the old monk's secrets, but he cares about his own soul.

But at this time, he can't show it, he must be calm enough to control this old monk.

"Don't act in front of me, you and I know now that you can't do anything to me.

You can't kill me, and you can't take my body.

So I advise you to put your attitude right, show your sincerity, and have a good chat with me!

Otherwise, your lingering soul may really disappear."

Meng Fan said to the old monk in a calm tone.

At this time, Meng Fan was sure that the old monk was not a threat to him, but calmed down and was not in a hurry to deal with the old monk.

Of course, the more important reason was that this old monk had a way to improve his soul.

Meng Fan attached great importance to his soul from beginning to end!

"Then what do you want to talk to me?" The old monk said with a straight face.

He was a little helpless!

Just now, I threatened and bribed this kid again and again, all in order to control him.

Unexpectedly, he was finally controlled by this kid!

In the end, it was still a tiger in the plain being bullied by a dog. His current state is really too bad.

After all, without sufficient strength, it is not easy to suppress others by fooling others.

Meng Fan is not as easy to fool as Wu Tian!