Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 269 Hurt the Little One
"Senior Brother Fang, he has already formed the alchemy." Yue Linglong's message came from Fang Yan's ears, to check his cultivation, Yue Linglong's clear spiritual eyes were more effective than dialect's illusion-breaking eyes.

Dialect knew that Junior Sister Yue was concerned about him, so he turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, then glared at Leng Yue: "What are you?"

Leng Yue, who was furious when she heard this, immediately urged the flying sword in her hand, and at the same time, a ripple suddenly enveloped Fang Yan, enveloping Fang Yan in his domain in a moment.

Seeing this scene in the whole hall, everyone turned pale with shock and whispered to each other.

"This son has already formed an alchemy? Although the dialect is also quite tricky, it is said that he killed a monk with a void alchemy at the beginning, but today it may be more or less ominous."

"Well, I also heard that Dialect only relied on a high-level monster clan talisman to kill Du Luo back then. In terms of cultivation, he was much worse at the beginning, but now he is facing a golden core cultivator. It seems that the alchemy is not long, but it has already been consolidated, and Feng Haitian has lost all his money."

"If the dialect still has a high-level talisman, it's not hopeless."

"Tales are not so easy to get. It is a blessing for Fang Yan to get one. Besides, Jindan monks are not Xudan monks. Even if it is a talisman, it is difficult to hurt the root."

"In this way, things will be troublesome this time."

Zhou Wenwu and Wan Xiushan were communicating silently, while the foundation-building cultivators of Mo Lingzong looked at Leng Yue who had released the domain, with envy or jealousy on their faces, that was the power only Jindan cultivators had.

Ji Yaoguang's brothers from the same school now also have a silly expression. Their age is not much different from that of Leng Yue. Now they can be called geniuses with only foundation building. What should Leng Yue who has already formed an alchemy be called?
The Supreme Elder and Daoist Shen also showed a trace of astonishment, and then covered it up, narrowing his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The eyes of several monks of the same level fell into the eyes of Feng Haitian, who had been paying attention to them all the time. The lord of Fengyuan Sect showed a slight smile at this moment, with an expression that he was sure of winning.

The strength of the cultivation world is the most respected. In terms of sects, the Taiyi Sect and the Fengyuan Sect are on par. No one is afraid of the other. They are both young sect masters. There is a huge difference between a Golden Core cultivator and a Foundation Establishment cultivator. What reason does the Lingzong have to refuse the marriage proposal of Fengyuanzong and agree to Taiyizong? As for the trapped dialect, it has long been out of everyone's consideration.

"The mere domain wants to trap Fang?" When everyone was discussing with different expressions, a loud voice came out suddenly. Could it be that the dialect trapped in the domain still has the power to resist?

Even if the people in the temple did not form alchemy, they all knew the frightening aspect of Golden Core cultivators. If they were trapped in the domain, their spellcasting would be greatly restricted. On the contrary, the master of the domain can greatly enhance the power of their own spells. In their hearts, the dialect should not have the slightest resistance.

But the scene in front of them completely overturned their conjectures. Trapped in the domain, Dialect, who was supposed to be caught without a fight, took a few steps. Cracks appeared in Leng Yue's domain instantly, and within a few breaths, Dialect exploded.

Leng Yue's throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was a horrified look in his eyes. No one else knew, but he felt it. Fang Yan didn't use any spells at all just now, and just relied on his physical strength to break through his own domain. It has just been formed, and it should never be so easy.

Even if his master Feng Haitian can't do this, is dialect also a monk of alchemy?Leng Yue was startled by the strange thought that came to her.

Dialect, who just broke through the realm, didn't use any magic weapon, just punched Leng Yue straight, and a fresh and pure wood magic power surrounded the fist.

"Wooden Emperor Fist?" Nangong Yu is no stranger to this spell used by dialect. It was his younger brother Nangong Mu's favorite spell at the beginning. It was one of the spells that came with his family's treasure Qingmu lock. Yu has already established his foundation, and has long looked down on these magical weapons and spells that were regarded as the most precious treasures at the beginning, but he did not expect that a Wood Emperor Fist would be so powerful in the hands of dialect. Is this still his family's Wood Emperor Fist?

The person who feels the most about this fist is Leng Yue who is facing the dialect at this moment. With a seemingly ordinary punch, Leng Yue feels that she cannot avoid it. A shadow of the fist has blocked all her escape routes. In front of her eyes, Leng Yue used her mana to suppress the injuries in her body, and immediately urged the flying sword to stand up a sword shadow in front of her, secretly thinking in her heart that even if your body is strong, can my fist still be hard enough to regret my flying sword?

Leng Yue's thoughts and dialects were clearly seen, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the fist in her hand remained unchanged, and she went straight towards Leng Yue's sword shadow.

There was only a scream, and with one punch, just one punch, the flying sword in his hand was knocked away by the dialect, and another mouthful of blood spewed out, and his expression immediately sank.

"What kind of exercise is this, why I didn't sense anything, and the cold moon was knocked into the air."

"Leng Yue is a great golden core monk, so is this dialect also a core-forming monk?"

"No, he didn't use any golden core cultivation base at all, it seems that he only relied on his tyrannical physical body to fight against the enemy."

"The flying sword in Leng Yue's hand is a middle-grade treasure. Fang Yan hit it out with one fist, and he hasn't suffered any damage yet. God, what kind of body is this?"

"Brother, am I dazzled?"

The first to buzz were a group of third-generation Mo Lingzong disciples. The self-confidence that had just been hit by Leng Yue was hit even harder by Fang Yan in a moment. When the disciples were the best, the dialect was just getting started, and when Nangong Yu had already established the foundation, the dialect's cultivation was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but today the dialect injured a great golden core monk.

"Senior brother Zhou, did you really only have the ability to refine Qi in this dialect?" Wan Xiushan asked Zhou Wenwu incredulously.

"That's right, I personally imprisoned his cultivation base, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, did he have some adventures, and he developed a strong physical body?"

Only Feng Haitian, the lord of the Fengyuan Sect, reacted the moment his disciple was knocked into the air. A magic weapon quickly covered Leng Yue, and at the same time, he took out a pill for Leng Yue to swallow and refine. Seeing his disciple After calming down, Feng Haitian narrowed his eyes, looking at Fang Yan, there was a frightening light in his eyes.

"It's my fault, dialect? No wonder Rong Hao was injured by you at the beginning, Wu Xiong didn't even take you down, and later he was able to kill Wan Poison Sect Poison Luo. I think you relied on this strong body Bar."

Cold words slowly came out of Feng Haitian's mouth. Those who are familiar with him know that this is a manifestation of Fengzong's true anger.

But the dialect ignored this: "Why, suzerain, is there anything else?"

"Arrogant enough. Could it be that with a strong body, you think you can run amok in the world. If this is the case, then the world of cultivation has already become the world of monsters. Remember in your next life, don't be so ignorant."

Before he finished speaking, a small tripod floated out of Feng Haitian's hand, instantly covering the dialect below.

"Ding Hai Ding?" Several exclamations sounded, Fang Yan didn't know this small tripod, but someone in the hall knew it, Ding Hai Ding was Feng Haitian's natal magic weapon, it had been conceived for hundreds of years, and today it was for a junior cultivator of Dialect After using it, could it be that the dialect has made him so afraid?But thinking about the strong physical body of the dialect just now, everyone felt that Feng Haitian's actions were normal, comparable to the physical body of a fifth-order monster, and it was appropriate to use such a magic weapon.

Until now, no one has found out the true cultivation of dialect. It is only believed that dialect has refined some kind of heaven and earth spirit and strengthened the physical body. After all, the improvement of cultivation is not as simple as the physical body. Promotion, otherwise, there would be no spiritual energy in the sect, and Jindan monks had already left the streets, so how could they be as honorable as they are now.

As soon as Dinghai Cauldron came out, Fang Yan realized that it was an extremely high-quality treasure, and there was also a soul in it, which was no worse than his own mountain stone array, and it was only a thin line away from the spirit weapon. If it was shrouded in it, but It is much more difficult to deal with than Leng Yue's domain.

"Flesh body, who told you that I have to rely on the flesh body." Fang Yan shouted loudly, with mana flowing in his hands, two Guishui mines instantly condensed out, and swished towards the Dinghai cauldron above his head.

(End of this chapter)