In front of the wooden house in the mountain, Fan Lianggong was checking the formation. The formation he arranged was the most powerful of all the formations he knew. Therefore, the materials used to arrange the formation were also very expensive. A piece of jade cost hundreds of thousands.
, plus other materials, Ling Ling will always cost several million! He and his junior brother Gong Tunan are just two ordinary young disciples in the sect, and all the resources in the sect will not be given to them, so these few hundred
Wan is also a huge expense for them.
It was precisely because of the lack of money that he and his junior brothers went down the mountain to find ways to make money, show Feng Shui to rich people, and do things for them that ordinary people couldn't do. It was easy to get money.
"Who?
come out!"
Just when Fan Lianggong was about to pack up the formation materials, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the woods, shouting with a gloomy face.
I saw a young man coming out of the woods and looking at him calmly and indifferently.
"Kid, this is not the place you should be. Go home quickly."
What Fan Lianggong saw was just a young man in his twenties, and he immediately thought to himself that he was too hopeless. As for being so nervous, with his current strength, not to mention in this secular world, it was also in the entire Chinese monastic circle.
Li can be called a master, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Lin Xiaodong was also looking at Fan Lianggong and saw that he was not very young and was dressed like a Taoist priest, but he did not notice where Mao Zhan was.
"Where's Mao Zheng?"
Lin Xiaodong asked coldly.
"Um?
Do you know Mao Zhan?"
Fan Lianggong's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Lin Xiaodong in disbelief.
This young man looks very ordinary. He is the kind of loser who can be picked up casually on the street. How could he know about Mao Zang?
Lin Xiaodong said: "I raised Mao Zhan. By the way, you also broke the formation in my villa, right?"
Fan Lianggong's expression finally turned serious when he heard Lin Xiaodong say that Mao Zhan was raised by him and also mentioned the formation in the villa below.
But he couldn't believe that someone could actually raise Mao Zhan, whose strength was comparable to that of a Taoist master at the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining.
The key is that this kid can also arrange formations, which is unacceptable to him. Not everyone can arrange formations, so one must have excellent talent.
Among the younger generation in the monastic circles, his talent in battle formation is very high. It can be said that no one can match him. This is something he has always been proud of.
Now there was suddenly an extra person, and this person was not a disciple of any sect, which he absolutely couldn't accept. He looked down on casual cultivators like Lin Xiaodong from the bottom of his heart.
"Which sect are you from?"
Fan Lianggong asked Lin Xiaodong with a solemn expression. Although he was sure that he had never met Lin Xiaodong and that this boy was definitely not a disciple of a large sect in the monastic circle, he still couldn't help but ask.
Lin Xiaodong asked rhetorically: "Which sect are you from?"
"I am a disciple of Yuhe Palace in Yuhe Mountain!"
Fan Lianggong said with arrogance, obviously very proud of his disciple.
Lin Xiaodong frowned. He had never heard of any of Yuhe Palace and Yuhe Mountain, but it didn't matter. This guy was at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage. In Lin Xiaodong's eyes, he was no different from trash.
"Where's my stiff hair?"
Lin Xiaodong asked Fan Lianggong again.
"Hmph, want to know Mao Zhan?
It depends on whether you can do this!"
Fan Lianggong said arrogantly.
"Okay, if you want to die, I will help you!"
Lin Xiaodong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he quickly rushed towards Fan Lianggong.
Fan Lianggong's expression changed slightly. Lin Xiaodong's speed was so fast that he was no worse than the rampaging Mao Zong. No wonder he was able to raise Mao Zong. He was really quite capable.
But today, no matter how capable you are, you will definitely die! Fan Lianggong immediately started the formation one by one with his hand skills, and then more than a dozen huge thorns stabbed out from the ground.
"Hmph, you have such little ability and you still dare to show your shame in front of me?
Go back!"
When Lin Xiaodong saw these thorns, he snorted with disdain, then stamped his foot on the ground. With a bang, the thorns that were rapidly thrust out of the ground were knocked back! The earth began to close! Fan Lianggong's face showed
He looked shocked. He had never encountered this situation before. Even his master had to dodge when faced with this formation and could not force the formation. However, Lin Xiaodong just stamped his foot and the formation failed.
Oh! "No, it's absolutely impossible, just go to hell!"
Fan Lianggong roared with a ferocious expression, and fired another spell in his hand, and more than a dozen vines from the tree nearby were tied towards Lin Xiaodong.
"Get out of here!"
Lin Xiaodong didn't even look at the vines. He kept throwing things towards the trees with his hands, and then fireballs flew into the air one by one, directly burning the trees.
"Instant, instant spell! Who are you?"
Fan Lianggong was horrified. Lin Xiaodong did not use the talisman just now, but cast spells directly. But how could this be possible? Not even a master like his master could cast spells instantly.
"Who am I? When you die, go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell!"
Lin Xiaodong had already appeared in front of Fan Lianggong and punched him in the stomach.
Ah! Fan Lianggong screamed, and his whole body was frozen by the beating. Lin Xiaodong's performance seemed to be an understatement, but in fact, all the internal organs in his body were seriously injured! Moreover, the true energy in his body was completely dispersed by this punch.
Fan Lianggong had no strength left and sat limply on the ground.
Lin Xiaodong grabbed his hair unceremoniously, stared at Fan Lianggong with cold eyes and asked, "I'll ask you again, where is Mao Zhan?"
There was a look of horror in Fan Lianggong's eyes. It was too scary. He was no match for Lin Xiaodong. He didn't even have the strength to resist. This was complete abuse.
He didn't know why Lin Xiaodong had such awesome strength at such a young age, but he didn't want to die.
"Please don't kill me. I'll tell you the whereabouts of Mao Zhan."
Fan Lianggong begged Lin Xiaodong.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. Where is Mao Zhan?"
Lin Xiaodong scolded in a deep voice.
Fan Lianggong did not dare to anger Lin Xiaodong, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Mao Zheng asked my junior brother to lead the sect."
"Where is the sect?"
Lin Xiaodong asked again.
Fan Lianggong told Lin Xiaodong the location of his sect, and then begged again: "I told you everything you want to know, please don't kill me."
Lin Xiaodong let go of Fan Lianggong's hair and stood up, and suddenly asked: "Why did you break my formation!"
Fan Lianggong said bitterly: "My hands were itchy for a while. I know the formation better. When I saw the formation, I couldn't help but want to break it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I also have itchy hands for a while, and I want to kill you when I see you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp branch suddenly appeared in Lin Xiaodong's hand and pierced into Fan Lianggong's heart.
Fan Lianggong looked painful and fell to the ground unwillingly.