"Of course I know, tell me, what exactly is that spiritual seed, and what role will it play in the future?"
The snake spirit disciple stared at him with bright eyes but did not answer.
Jiang Fan snorted: "If you don't say it, it's definitely not a good thing."
The Snake Spirit disciple was silent for a moment and said slowly: "It seems that I have no choice but to capture you and bring you back to the sect."
Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "Tu Qiongdongjian, you have been thinking about this from the beginning, right?"
"Because I find that you, a mortal human, are very intelligent and difficult to control."
Jiang Fan was about to speak but was suddenly startled: "What did you say? You, a human being?"
However, the Snake Spirit disciple seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and stopped talking about the matter: "Your physical body is comparable to the Holy Realm, but the sea of air and snowy mountains are empty. You are not my opponent at all. Not to mention that you are poisoned, so restrain your hands."
Jiang Fan raised his hand and looked at the silver snake on his wrist: "Is this your confidence?"
"That's enough, but what's more important is strength." The snake spirit disciple said indifferently: "Any transcendent spirit has strength above the peak holy realm, and I am one of the strongest among them. "
Jiang Fan sneered and pointed at the monkey: "Forgot my helper?"
The Snake Spirit disciple just took a look at it and said, "It is indeed extraordinary. I can't see it. I don't know how you can do it with your half-hearted training in the Spirit Taming Scripture. But my Spirit Sect Taming Scripture is mysterious and unpredictable, and any strange beast can't do it." It’s hard to do anything in the face of the real Spirit Taming Sutra. It can’t help you. Even if it’s one in ten thousand, you combined are no match for me and Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu is a rare beast, a silver-ringed spirit snake. Among the strange beasts, It is a high-level existence, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. If I join forces with my spirit companion, you, the great saint on earth, are no match."
When he said this, Jiang Fan was still most concerned about the last sentence, twice. The meaning expressed by the spirits seemed to be separated from the human world.
"We mortals, our human world...it seems like you are not in this world?"
"You don't need to know any of this. Anyway, I don't want to talk too much nonsense with you. If it weren't for that monkey making me a little worried, I wouldn't have to wait so long."
As he spoke, three masters flew out behind him, but the other twenty or so people didn't know whether they were killed by strange beasts or something else, and none of them came.
"Oh... I'm waiting for help. You must have special contact information." Jiang Fan smiled slightly.
The headmaster looked very embarrassed at the moment, his tyrannical gaze locked on Jiang Fan: "Are you worthy? The spiritual leader is just afraid that you will run away."
Jiang Fan shook his head: "You guys, you overestimate yourselves."
"Yes, three false saints created by evil methods dare to speak nonsense." A voice came, and Sun Buer came to the scene with Xiao Xixi riding around his neck.
The boss smiled ferociously: "You are a hidden guy. I have been paying attention to you for a long time. Take off your scarf and let me see what kind of madman you are."
Sun Buer actually took off his turban, revealing his old face like ancient tree bark, and then stretched out his right hand like a withered vine and clenched his fist.
"Do you see clearly?" He locked his eyes on the Snake Spirit Disciple: "This is the handiwork of your Spirit Sect."
The boss was stunned: "What?"
The snake spirit disciple's eyes flashed with light, "Wood Spirit... No, no, you are not. It is impossible for spiritual seeds to be used on people of your age. What... are you?"
Sun Buer's eyes were fierce and full of hatred: "What kind of thing am I... I would like to know what kind of things you inhumane people are!"
The next moment, his whole body's momentum suddenly rose. In a radius of ten feet, the grass and trees moved automatically without wind. With him as the core, the trees were like spears and the grass were like swords, all pointing at the Snake Spirit disciples.
The three masters were surprised by this strange scene and were at a loss for a moment.
"This shouldn't be the case." The Snake Spirit disciple seemed to find something he couldn't understand: "You are definitely not the Holy Spirit of Wood. How could you..."
A new word appeared in the Holy Spirit of Wood, but the information revealed by the Snake Spirit disciples showed that spiritual seeds can only be used on people under a certain age, and Xiao Nuomi was selected, but he did not expect that in order to save his daughter, Sun Fuji tried to breed it on his own, and then used countless family methods, and the result became what it is now.
Obviously, the snake spirit disciples know a lot and should be able to dig out.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes. It seemed that if he wanted to know more about the truth, he couldn't just rely on testing, but he also had to capture this spiritual person.
At this time, the Snake Spirit disciple pointed his finger at Jiang Fan: "You really don't care that he is poisoned?"
Jiang Fan suddenly laughed, and flicked the melon seeds on the silly snake's head with his fingers: "Only for this little thing?"
Jiang Fanzhi's boldness made the Snake Spirit disciple stunned. The next moment, he suddenly uttered a strange syllable in his mouth. Xiaoyu's body was obviously shaken, and he suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two venomous fangs that shone with cold light.
"Ouch? If you really want to bite me, aren't you afraid of killing my Chaos Treasure?"
"If it's true, he won't die." The Snake Spirit disciple said indifferently.
"Oh...this means that if I die, it means it is fake. There is no regret."
The snake spirit disciple ignored it, and the syllables in his mouth suddenly became louder. Xiaoyu's eyes flashed fiercely, and he bit Jiang Fan's wrist, but at the moment of contact, he stopped again, opened his mouth wide, and twisted his body, seemingly very Tangled.
The Snake Spirit disciple looked at this scene, his eyes widened, and the syllables in his mouth became more and more intense.
Xiaoyu's twisting became more and more intense, but her big open mouth just couldn't bite.
Everyone was confused by this scene, only Jiang Fan smiled lightly: "Why, it seems that you are not good at practicing the Spirit Taming Sutra. Xiaoyu doesn't really listen to you. Do you want to join my sect? I will teach you." you?"
The snake spirit disciple's silver eyes cast confusion, and he shouted "Hey!" Xiaoyu trembled all over, and finally bit Jiang Fan's wrist.
But Jiang Fan didn't seem to care and allowed it to bite him.
"You're done!" The headmaster sneered: "You didn't have an attack before because the spirit throne was controlling it, but no matter how strong your cultivation is, you can't resist the toxin of the spirit snake twice. You will soon bleed to death from your seven orifices."
Jiang Fan said: "How long?"
"Within ten breaths." The headmaster looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man.
Jiang Fan looked calm: "Ten breaths... Okay, Uncle Sun, don't rush to do it yet. Let's see what happens after ten breaths. One, two, three..."
As he spoke, he actually counted with a faint smile.
The head master and others suddenly looked surprised. Is this guy really not afraid of death? They had seen the horror of the spirit snake with their own eyes, and no one could resist it. Even the master's cultivation had completely collapsed after only holding on for a few breaths.
But the young man in front of him was not paying attention at all, and was even counting easily.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" The headmaster's eyes flashed, with a sarcastic look, ready to see how the other party would beg for mercy in pain.
"Four, five, six, seven..."
However, what is surprising is that this young man has already counted to seven, and his expression is still calm, his face is as usual, and he has no intention of being poisoned.
"Eight...nine..."
Jiang Fan looked at them with a hint of joking: "It's almost ten breaths. What do you think is going on?"
