"Hahaha, today is a great day. I didn't expect that I just came in and saw the person I was looking for. Child Ma Fan, come here and die!"

Ma Fan and five others, who wanted to have lunch, walked out of Dong Zhuo's mansion and heard a disharmonious voice. The sound was a young monk in a blue Taoist robe standing on the street at the gate of the General's Mansion. There were six people standing behind him, probably his fellow disciples or friends.

Xiong Shanjun couldn't hold back at first and said angrily: "Boy, you want to fight, right? If you want to fight, start quickly. Don't talk so much nonsense. Fight quickly and let's go to dinner."

The special director said, "I said, Lao Xiong, you are too anxious. We are worried that there is no good food and food to come to the door. However, such a good person should ask about his name. If you remember it in the future, you can burn some incense for them."

Ma Fan didn't expect that the mouth of the Master Te was also very poisonous. Sure enough, the monks opposite him were furious when they heard his words. They saw a young monk in a light blue Taoist robe and sneered, "We are exactly the opposite of you, and we never want to know the name of the dead."

As soon as the young monk in blue Taoist robe finished speaking, someone immediately praised and laughed: "I heard that Kongtong Sect had fallen into the hands of these monsters a few days ago. If we take down these monsters, how can Kongtong Sect be arrogant in front of us when we see that?"

"The Kongtong Sect has a reputation, how can it be compared with our Yin-Yang Sect?!" A monk next to him immediately met the Tao.

When Ma Fan heard that these monks were from the Yin-Yang Sect, he immediately remembered the unreasonable and powerful monk that day, and immediately defined these Yin-Yang Sect disciples as those who died.

Ma Fan was still very awe of the powerful monk, so he secretly decided in his heart that he should kill these monks no matter what, so as not to feel disappointed and do something crazy.

After hearing the words of the monks around him, the young monk in blue Taoist robe said, "That little white face should be the bullshit demon genius Lan Ye, so I'll give him to me. Don't talk nonsense, take down those unknown wild monsters first. By the way, Ma Fan with three eyes, don't kill him later, you will live."

"Haha, how does this role require the senior brother to do it yourself? Senior Brother Wu is watching me capture them all alive. The four monsters happened to be used as mounts, and the boy named Ma Fan gave it to his senior brother to repay his senior brother's great kindness to me in the past." A monk in his thirties looked arrogant and spoke loudly.

This person's name is Li Bin. He has produced an inner elixir at the age of 28. Now he has reached the eighth level of the Golden Pill. Unlike those disciples who use the magic medicine to make his cultivation soar, his Golden Pill's eighth level is cultivated step by step, extremely stable, and his strength is stronger than others. He is known as the number one master in the Yin-Yang Sect. Even the few who rank low in the true disciples dare not say that they can beat him. These days, they are still dreaming of being able to produce a Nascent Soul before the age of 120 and being born as a true disciple. It is precisely because the true disciples in the sect can't let go or are afraid of capsizing in the ditch and accidentally ruining their reputation, so no one takes the initiative to teach him a lesson, and the inner and outer disciples are his opponents. After a long time, they are inevitably a little arrogant, so their tone is naturally a little bit louder.

Without waiting for his so-called Senior Brother Wu to agree, Li Binwei suddenly raised a small cauldron. The cauldron flew out of his head and became more than ten feet in size. He immediately covered Ma Fan and others, but planned to cover the cauldron and capture the people alive.

Ma Fan's right hand immediately closed his two fingers together, pinched the sword technique, and waved his hand to the cauldron that was covering it. Suddenly, thousands of sword energy shot out! He roared up to the cauldron.

The sound of ding dangling sounded, and all the tens of sword energy emitted by Ma Fan were smashed to pieces by the cauldron, but the cauldron was also trembling violently, making crackling sounds, covered with cracks of all sizes, almost shattered by his blow!

Ma Fan nodded secretly in his heart. After breaking to the third level of the Golden Pill, his strength has increased several times, and the sword energy he emitted has become much stronger. The power that needed a sword to exert in the past can now be exerted in such a way that he can exert it with empty hands.

However, Ma Fan was a little regretful, because although his body was as good as the iron, he was still a flesh and blood body after all. If he used his fingers to use his sword energy to make silk, his right hand would definitely be destroyed immediately, so he did not dare to use the sword energy to make silk. Otherwise, the big tripod in front of him would have been destroyed at this moment.

Ma Fan missed his sword a little and thought to himself: "I don't know how the Holy Mother Turtle Spirit is doing. Don't be killed by someone. Then there is no place to ask for my sword."

Seeing that the big cauldron tremble and continued to cover the few people, Xiong Shanjun shouted: "Brother Ma, good methods! Brother, come and help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiong Shanjun's right hand suddenly grew bigger and a huge slap slapped it out.

Xiong Shanjun was indeed just helping, but he was also very shocked. He slapped the cracks that had been slowly broken into countless pieces with just one palm.

In fact, no matter those big sects or demons, it is impossible for masters to go to the battlefield at this time. Otherwise, if you only come to the younger generation, you will have elders, and even if you win, it will not be glorious. Especially for the Ancestral Sect, the Battle of the Gods always bullys the young, which is often criticized by others. The Ancestral Sect's own disciples feel embarrassing, so now you are very concerned about this issue. So as long as no side takes the lead in producing older experts, the younger generations are usually coming out to practice.

In fact, although Xiong Shanjun, General Yin and Te Shishi have short appearances in Journey to the West and are very weak, if they are really weak, they can Taibai Jinxian come down to rescue him in person?

These three people are only two or three hundred years old, and they are already monsters on the ninth level of the Golden Pill. They may be able to enter the Nascent Soul stage in more than ten or twenty years. Monsters that can produce internal alchemy transformation at the age of two or three hundred are also considered very talented juniors among the demon clan. Otherwise, they would not have been sent out by the Demon Alliance at this time.

Moreover, Xiong Shanjun and General Yin have been able to transform into a powerful and are rare among monsters with deep roots and are also famous new generation monsters in the Southern Continent. Although the special servants are a little worse, they are also considered genius monsters. Otherwise, they would not have been able to have a good relationship with Lan Ye.

Since everyone is a genius, when a genius collides, someone will always fall and become a stumbling block for others. Although Li Bin has developed some good habit of doing his best when he takes action, because he looks down on others and wants to win five people above him in one move, he will naturally suffer a loss.

Li Bin's face was pale, and was immediately bounced back by the true energy. A mouthful of blood surged into his throat and hurriedly swallowed it. He never thought that Ma Fan, who was a middle-aged fifteenth year of middle age, had the most cultivation level of the Golden Pill stage, and this unknown monster was so powerful that he destroyed his middle-grade magic weapons without using magic weapons.


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