Lin Fengmian was high in the sky, and endless thunder poured down, attracting everyone's attention.
And this huge disaster also attracted many people with evil intentions.
After all, generally speaking, there will be a period of relative weakness after a breakthrough.
Now is the best time to kill and seize treasure!
These people were all watching the surroundings, waiting for Lin Fengmian to complete his breakthrough before going up to kill people and seize the treasure.
Lin Fengmian shared his spiritual consciousness with Luo Xue at this moment. His spiritual consciousness was so powerful that he was naturally aware of all this, but he didn't take it seriously.
The strongest of these people is no more than Nascent Soul, and their auras are mixed, so they are not strong people.
In his opinion, after the breakthrough, he killed them like butchering dogs.
"Gentlemen, don't be impatient. I'll wait until I, Ye Xuefeng, get through the tribulation and send you all down to see the King of Hell."
Many people in the forest cursed: "Arrogant boy, you don't know how high the sky is!"
"Ye Xuefeng? This name sounds familiar."
"Sound familiar? He must be some arrogant guy who likes to talk nonsense!"
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Lin Fengmian stood in the sky with thunder above his head, took out his wine bottle and took a sip of mountain spring water, laughing wantonly and wildly.
"I see that many of you are sick. I expected you to see me in this way."
After hearing this, everyone secretly clenched the weapons in their hands, preparing to give this kid who did not know life and death a blow.
However, some people looked at Jun Yunshang and the others beside the ruined temple with fear, wondering about their relationship with Lin Fengmian.
Jun Yunshang couldn't help but feel a little excited when she looked at the back of that person who was carefree and unrestrained in the calamity.
Ye Ling asked in disbelief: "Mr. Huang, is it really him? Could it be someone else pretending to be him?"
After all, it was too unbelievable to reach Nascent Soul within a few days, and this person also wore a mask.
Mr. Huang shook his head and said: "I remember the aura on his body. It's not someone else pretending to be him, it's Ye Xuefeng from Kangcheng!"
Guan Ming's eyes were a little helpless and a little desperate, as if Lin Fengmian's presence had dampened his confidence.
"I thought I was already a proud man of heaven, but today I realized that there is heaven and there are people outside the world. What a despairing talent!"
Mr. Huang also said with a look of amazement: "I thought that his golden elixir would be weak in the future, but I didn't expect that he would break through the tribulation in three days."
"I have underestimated him, but now I am curious about what level he can reach!"
While others were marveling at Lin Fengmian's terrifying cultivation progress, Jun Yunshang looked at Lin Fengmian with some sympathy.
"As he said, he doesn't want this talent. He may just want an ordinary and peaceful life."
Lin Fengmian's words just now made her feel even more guilty towards Lin Fengmian and the people in Kangcheng.
If it weren't for her, they would probably still be working at sunrise and breathing at sundown, right?
Zuo Yueting heard their conversation and looked at Lin Fengmian's figure. The murderous intention in her heart gradually rose and became stronger and stronger.
After all, anyone with such a talented enemy would probably be unable to sleep at night.
The best way is to nip him in the bud.
When the thunder began to subside, Lin Fengmian stood in mid-air, naturally becoming a Nascent Soul monk, but he did not receive a promotion.
After all, he and Luo Xue share the same honorary position, and they can advance without any hindrance before Mahayana.
Looking at the stunned people below, Lin Fengmian smiled secretly in his heart, finally there was no Jin Yi Ye Xing.
But on the surface, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and calm, as if what just happened was not worth mentioning.
More than a dozen figures flew up from the surrounding forest and quickly flew towards Lin Fengmian, the magical weapons in their hands were dazzling.
There are only four people here who are at the Nascent Soul realm, and the rest are all peak Golden Core cultivators who plan to pick up Lin Fengmian.
Among these four Yuanying monks was Zuo Yueting. Although she did not know whether what Lin Fengmian said was true or false, she would never allow such an enemy to grow freely.
The corners of Lin Fengmian's lips curved into an evil smile, and he chuckled, "Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Luo Xue's physique seemed to be extremely special, and when the calamity fell, a lot of it was absorbed by him.
Therefore, he didn't spend much energy on overcoming the tribulation. His cultivation was still at its peak, and he didn't need to choose an honorable position.
Although he has just broken through at this moment, he is no worse than those who have broken through Nascent Soul for a long time.
Seeing a dozen figures rushing towards them, Lin Fengmian snorted coldly and held the long sword in his hand, feeling happy and unafraid.
Even though the other party has a large number of people and strong strength, he is now Nascent Soul.
He also has the swordsmanship inheritance of Evil Emperor Art and Qionghua Sect, so how could he be afraid of these guys.
Lin Fengmian held a long sword, raised it high, and silently recited a spell.
The heavens are thundering!
Originally, the heavenly calamity had not yet dissipated, and the thunder in the sky was triggered by the tip of his sword, hanging around him like an inverted waterfall, jumping on the edge of his sword.
Lin Fengmian looked at everyone with cold eyes, waved his sword gently, and said in a cold voice: "There are three million sword immortals in the sky, they must lower their eyebrows when they see me."
Thunderbolts were triggered by him and struck the people below, only to hear screams.
Some of the Jindan realm monks were instantly chopped into charcoal, and the rest were seriously injured, hiding in embarrassment from the thunder in the sky.
The four Nascent Soul cultivators, including Zuo Yueting, were not much better, resisting the thunder with all their strength.
But what Lin Fengmian attracted was the tribulation thunder that never dissipated between the heaven and the earth. The power was much stronger than ordinary thunder, so it was extremely difficult for them.
Lin Fengmian didn't give them any time to breathe. He pinched the spell in his hand and said: "Splitting Sky Sword Rain! Drawing Thunder!"
The long sword split into pieces in his hand, turning into a rain of swords pouring down from the sky.
The sword light aroused the thunder, like countless silver snakes shooting towards the besieging monks.
Under the combination of this terrifying thunder and sword light, the monks in the Golden Core realm, without exception, all screamed and fell from the sky, dying.
The four Nascent Souls also suffered a great deal, but Zuo Yueting was the only one who avoided the attack at a distance due to her agile movement and was not injured at all.
But the remaining three were not so lucky. One of them was a wood spirit root and was severely injured in an instant.
Lin Fengmian flew up with his sword, killed the man directly, and took away his storage ring.
The other two people did not expect that Lin Fengmian was actually Lei Linggen. Knowing that they would not be able to please him, they turned around and left.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"
Lin Fengmian's figure turned into an afterimage, appearing behind one of them like a ghost.
The man threw a backhand punch, but it passed through Lin Fengmian's body strangely, as if it was punched in the air.
Lin Fengmian's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind that person.
This is the new technique brought to him by Evil Emperor Technique, Phantom Trace.
This movement is as fast as lightning, and there are shadows, virtual and real, which are completely unpredictable.
Lin Fengmian put his palm on the head of the monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and said with a chuckle: "I caress the immortal's head, and the palm of my hand will cut off the immortal!"
Thunder surged from his hands, and extremely violent thunder poured from the man's head.
The man screamed and instantly turned into a charred corpse and fell from the sky. Not even Nascent Soul could escape.
