The System Takes Me to Practice

When saying this, everyone could clearly feel Shen Haokong's excitement.

"Fight."

Si Xingwen looked at Shen Haokong coldly and said.

Huh!

The two shot almost at the same time and fought together in the blink of an eye.

Their speed is very fast, at least in the eyes of You Hua, he can't see their movements at all.

Bang!

With the sound of an impact, the fists of Shen Haokong and Si Xingwen on the battlefield collided, igniting violent strong winds, but fortunately, some formation was blocked, and everyone was not affected at all.

"Your strength has improved."

It was Si Xingwen who spoke.

"You are not bad either."

Shen Haokong also replied.

Huh!

As if it were a signal, they slapped their hands again, and the two of them backed away and moved a distance.

"Si Xingwen, use your full strength. I am no longer thirty years ago. Now you are in the same state as mine. I hope you don't let me down!"

As a yellow-clothed cultist of Youdu Cult, Shen Haokong is qualified to say so.

"it is good!"

Everyone felt his desire for battle from Si Xingwen's tone.

After that, Si Xingwen stretched his hands to his shoulders, and he took down the two long knives behind him.

It is a long knife, rather than a semicircular machete, with a full arc of 180 degrees. The head of the knife is very sharp, and when you look in the sun, you can't help but fall in love with the eyes by the reflection of the knife body, enough to see the sharpness of the machete.

So Yang Fan in the audience saw such a weird scene.

A black man is holding two scimitars, his eyes are filled with endless indifference, like a **** of death walking on the edge of life and death.

In front of the black-clothed man, there was a young monk wearing yellow clothes. Upon closer inspection, the man was a bit handsome.

"Senior, who do you like?"

At this time, You Hua looked at Yang Fan, but Yang Fan did not answer. Perhaps, in Yang Fan's eyes, the two of them were nothing more than chickens.

"Repair Poison Palm!"

Shen Haokong took the lead in the trouble. On his hands, a layer of pale green mist was vaguely visible, and his entire palms began to turn black, and he knew that there was poison in them.

As Shen Haokong quickly approached Si Xingwen, he slapped a palm in the air, and some light green mist instantly broke away from Shen Haokong's palm and flew towards Si Xingwen.

Si Xingwen was not in a hurry, the two in his hands were dancing quickly, and Si Xingwen danced faster and faster, so fast that even the cultivators in the late stage of Void Refining could not see the path of the blade. And as the two scimitars waved up and down against the flying light green mist, a strange red flame appeared out of nowhere on the blade of the scimitar. With the appearance of the red flame, the light green mist gathered around the flame made a sneer burning sound.

Soon, in less than three breaths, the light green mist was burned out by the red flame.

"it is good!"

"What a quick knife!"

"As expected of Jiuxingtang's disciple, Si Xingwen will not humiliate his teacher."

From time to time there were waves of exclamation in the crowd.

"Don't underestimate the people of the sect."

At this time, the middle-aged man who was a white-clothed believer of the Youdu Sect spoke up, his tone was full of mockery of Si Xingwen.

Hearing the ridicule of the White-clothed Cult of the Nethertox Cult, the monk standing in Si Xingwen was afraid of the Nethertox Cult and did not dare to say that he was not.

The middle-aged monk who was a believer in white saw this, with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Senior, the Nethertox Cult is too arrogant. And I also heard that the people of the Nethertox Cult like to use some ordinary people to test the poison. After hundreds of years, there are not one hundred thousand people who died in the hands of the Nethertox, and there are also thousands number."

You Hua said in a hateful tone, it seems that You Hua and You Dujiao have a bit of hatred.

"Doesn't you care about the land of origin?"

There are some fluctuations in Yang Fan's heart.

"No way, Youdu Sect is too secretive. For so long, no important evidence has been caught. Even if there is evidence, it is just a few civilians who died. This kind of trivial matter will not be introduced to the Tu Emperor. In my ears. This incident is often suppressed by the officials in the place where the incident occurred, presumably they have accepted a lot of bribes from the You Du Cult."

"Jiejie, those humble ants, being able to die for the Nethertox Cult is a blessing they have sought in their last life."

The middle-aged believer in white clothes said with a smile, and then his two hands were in the cuffs and he kept joking about something.

After fiddle for more than a minute, a cloud of white powder appeared in the palm of his hand. I saw that the middle-aged man showed a weird smile, and then as the true energy in his body gathered in his palm, the white powder in his hand gradually turned into a completely transparent powder.

Finally, the middle-aged man secretly threw it in the direction of Yang Fan for a long night. To be precise, it should be thrown towards Yuhua.

The movements of the middle-aged Christians in white were so small that almost no one noticed, except Yang Fan.

"Humph!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and an invisible shock wave quickly swept the man.

Yang Fan's attack incidentally returned the original number of completely transparent powder.

Even the middle-aged white-clothed believer of the Youdu Sect had never expected that his small movements were completely under the supervision of Yang Fan's powerful spiritual sense, and he was returned by Yang Fanyuan.

The middle-aged believer in white is covered with his own transparent powder. He was knocked into the air shortly thereafter, vomiting blood, and stopped after hitting a wall.

Just before he screamed in pain, the middle-aged white-clothed cultist shook his body suddenly, and then everyone saw his hands quickly grasping up and down all over his body, and his mouth was still yelling "Itchy" if.

"Dare to use this despicable method in front of me, this is the first warning and the last time."

The eyes of the crowd were attracted, and they did not understand what had happened.

It's just that the middle-aged believer in white clothes doesn't listen to Yang Fan's words at all at this time, and he keeps holding his hands all over his body, as if there are thousands of ants chewing on his body.

"Itchy, itchy!!!"

Middle-aged believers in white can be described as self-inflicted. The previous white powder was a special toxin that made the monk very itchy, and it happened that he didn't have the antidote.

Ah ah ah! ! !

As the middle-aged white-clothed cultist's hands increased, his skin was scratched in several places, and the blood couldn't stop flowing, and he quickly became a blood man.

Some female monks around could not bear such **** scenes, and turned around, not daring to look.

"Senior, what are you?"

You Hua asked Yang Fan.

"It's nothing, just now this person wanted to poison you, but now he is doing it by himself."

You Hua looked at the middle-aged believer in white in amazement, because he understood the horror of the poison of the Nethertoxist, and he would die if he touched it.

"Kill me, kill me!!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged Christian in white couldn't help snarling. At this time, his thighs, back and abdomen were dripping with blood. In some places, the white bones could be clearly seen, and blood flowed all over the ground.