The fight for the Different Thunder Technique must be full of dangers and there are many strong people.
Wang Fan didn't dare to go in without making the slightest preparation.
Especially, he also brought along Lu Cai'er, a dragster.
Wang Fan couldn't help but have a headache. ??
Without him, Lu Cai'er's cultivation level is still a bit too weak.
Taking her into the Thunder Mountain will definitely put him under greater pressure, and the chance of winning the Different Thunder Technique will be greatly reduced.
But he had no choice. Speaking of it, Lu Cai'er could be regarded as saving him, and both parties were people who shared the same fate.
Therefore, even though Lu Cai'er tried his best to request it, he could only take it with him.
After seven days of non-stop refining, Wang Fan was fully prepared.
On the eighth day, he walked out of the room.
Lu Cai'er saw Wang Fan coming out and immediately asked: "Are we going to Leishan now?"
At this point, she paused and whispered: "Don't worry, I will definitely not hold you back. If you encounter danger, you can leave me and run for your life."
Since she has been able to cultivate to this level, she is not a fool, and she also knows a lot of things.
There must be many people competing for a magical power like the Different Thunder Art. With Wang Fan taking her with him, she could basically do nothing but be a burden.
However, she still wanted to follow and have a look.
She doesn't want to stay here alone, and she doesn't dare to stay here alone.
It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that I don't feel safe and it's too tortured.
Wang Fan heard Lu Cai'er's words and smiled: "Don't worry, how could I leave you behind? Since I brought you in, I will definitely bring you out."
"What's more, I'm not sure that I can get the Strange Thunder Art. That kind of opportunity is not so easy to win."
Lu Cai'er bit her red lips tightly, lowered her head slightly, and said nothing.
But there was a touch of emotion in his heart.
Compared to Pang Xiong's bastards, this original enemy seemed much more sincere and more reassuring.
"good
Come on, let’s go and join in the fun and see what kind of mystery that Lei Mountain has.”
Wang Fan didn't waste any time. With a wave of his hand, he led Lu Cai'er out of the room and left the inn.
In this city, there is a huge flow of people and there are many monks.
Foreign monks, Chinese monks, and even some demon cultivators gathered together.
Extremely lively.
However, compared to the calm period some time ago, fighting has begun in the past few days.
The two of them had just walked out of the inn when a loud rumbling sound was heard, and the next second, a figure shot out and hit Wang Fan straight away.
Wang Fan frowned slightly, but he reacted quickly and pulled Lu Cai'er to dodge. The man's body was smashed to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Wang Fan took a look and found that this was a monk from a foreign land. As for his cultivation level, he couldn't tell.
And the one who knocked him away turned out to be a foreign monk.
Wang Fan was a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
Is this the foreign monks starting to fight among themselves?
Why did you start doing it yourself?
Just as Wang Fan was thinking about it, the foreign monk who fell on the ground suddenly got up.
He stared at Wang Fan and said ferociously: "You bastard, how dare you hide?"
He roared and actually charged straight towards Wang Fan.
The foreign monk who knocked him away also looked at this scene coldly, with contempt in his eyes, but did not stop him.
When Lu Cai'er saw this scene, she was completely pissed off.
She stared at the foreign monk and cursed: "Why are you so shameless? It's not us who beat you away. Can't we hide now?"
The foreign cultivator didn't care and was already killing Wang Fan. His aura was strong and his murderous intention was clearly revealed.
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Compared to Lu Cai'er's anger, Wang Fan seemed much calmer.
Looking at the foreign monk charging towards him, he didn't bother to talk nonsense at all. He clenched his right hand and punched out directly.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the monk was sent flying backwards. While he was in mid-air, his cultivation was completely destroyed.
He fell to the ground with a bang, his originally pale face became even paler, and his eyes were full of horror.
There was a commotion among the monks around.
Who is this guy? He is so domineering.
"let's go."
Wang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to this. He pulled Lu Cai'er and turned to leave.
"stop."
But at this moment, the foreign monk in front spoke indifferently.
He stared at Wang Fan coldly and said: "Monk from China? You are so arrogant in my foreign land and have destroyed my foreign monk. Do you just want to leave?"
This man's eyes were cold and his tone was solemn.
While he was complaining about Wang Fan, he never thought at all that he was the one who blew that man away earlier.
Wang Fan stopped and looked at the foreign monk: "Arrogance? What you said is very good. I am so arrogant, what can you do?"
"That guy didn't have eyesight. He actually dared to challenge me. I didn't kill him with one punch. I already gave you a lot of face."
"Why, is it possible that you still want to stand up for him?"
Wang Fan was very disdainful, with murderous intent dancing in his eyes.
He was also very speechless.
I messed with someone, why did I encounter such a disgusting thing just after I left home?
He is going to Leishan to snatch the Strange Thunder Art. There is no time to waste here.
When the monk heard this, his mouth twitched and his eyes became colder: "Okay, very good, you dare to do this in my foreign land -"
Boom——
However, before he finished speaking, he had already seen
, Wang Fan came towards him and killed him.
Wang Fan's body was filled with killing power, his divine energy was running wild, and a divine sword appeared in his hand.
The divine sword was raised and fell with one strike.
Amidst the buzzing sound, a sword light hundreds of feet long suddenly appeared and struck at the foreign monk.
The attack was decisive and ruthless, without any hesitation.
Wang Fan's sword was executed in the fifth form of the Divine Sword.
This sword is enough to kill any peak Saint Emperor.
Although he didn't know what the cultivation level of the foreign monk in front of him was, it didn't matter. He would find out after testing it.
When the foreign monk felt the sword light, he also shouted loudly. His body moved automatically without wind, and he formed a palm with his right hand and struck out with one palm.
With a roar, the sword light and the palm wind were extinguished at the same time.
Deng Deng Deng.
A heavy voice sounded, and the foreign monk couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Wang Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the foreign monk.
After a test, he had already seen this guy's strength.
He is at the first level of Huang Realm God, and he still looks like he has just broken through.
With such a level of cultivation, how dare you be so arrogant?
The foreign monk looked horrified and looked at Wang Fan: "You are only a Saint Emperor, how could you be like this-"
"So much nonsense."
However, this time, before he finished speaking, Wang Fan rushed over again.
This time, he didn't use a sword, but his fists.
Bang bang bang!
After several consecutive blows, the foreign monk was instantly beaten and vomited blood from his mouth, and retreated continuously.
In his heart, he was even more horrified.
"A mere first-level Saint Emperor? How ridiculous. You, a mere first-level Huang Realm God, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. Who gave you the courage?"
Wang Fan said calmly, and punched out again, directly destroying his cultivation.
This chapter has been completed!