"Physical training..."
The black-robed monk knew that he was careless, that he had been plotted by this guy, and that he had lost the opportunity.
I didn’t expect that this old bastard was actually a physical practitioner.
Aren't all physical practitioners barbarians? Why are they so clumsy in their fighting methods?
Of course he knew the consequences of being approached by a body cultivator, so he reacted immediately.
The black-robed monk endured the dizziness caused by the collision and waved his hands one after another. The black python and black smoke in the distance roared towards Su Fan.
As soon as Su Fan thought, the "Withered Bone Demon Viper Whip" hidden in the ground instantly jumped out of the ground and entangled the black python transformed by the magic smoke.
He also used the "Nine Yin Black Turtle Shield" to float in front of him, blocking the magic smoke that looked like sharp arrows.
These actions were completed in the blink of an eye, without delaying Su Fan at all.
Before the opponent even landed, he was already following him like a shadow.
Seeing that both attacking magic weapons were easily neutralized by Su Fan, the black-robed monk became anxious.
Just when he wanted to use another protective magic weapon, unfortunately, he no longer had the chance because Su Fan had already taken action.
"Die Lang Jin..."
Su Fan's right hand turned into the shape of a bird's beak and slammed on the aura shield of the black-robed monk.
Buzz! !
The spiritual energy shield seemed to be boiling, ripples were violently appearing one after another, and even the black-robed monks inside the shield began to shake violently.
"The secret method of the ancient body path..."
Seeing Su Fan's move, the black-robed monk knew that he was doomed.
Legend has it that more than a hundred years ago, our sect had a body cultivator from the lower sect who used this technique.
No one who comes close to him can escape his vicious hands.
"Osteotomy hand..."
Su Fan's right hand changed again, and his fingers seemed to flick lightly.
A trace of sinister and treacherous strength instantly spread to the black-robed monk along with the "Die Lang Jin".
Kaka...kaka...
The bones in the black-robed monk's body were broken, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.
Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief and flicked his fingers again. The other person's neck tilted and he suddenly lost his breath.
Whoosh! !
Sister Zhen appeared behind Su Fan, circling around him with a face full of joy, as if she was rushing to praise me.
Su Fan ignored her and quickly cleaned the battlefield.
The disciples of the Shang Sect were all nearby, so he had no time to make trouble with her.
He walked to the black-robed monk and squatted down.
Pulling the other person's head aside with his hands, he saw an earring on his right ear.
Sure enough!
Just now, Sister Zhen successfully attacked him with the "Soul-Breaking Bell", but it was easily defused by the earring in his left ear.
This is a soul protection magic weapon. Su Fan has only heard of it before, but Liangzhou's cultivation resources are too poor, and there is no such magic weapon on the market.
Unexpectedly, I saw them in a disciple of Shangzong, and they were a pair.
Originally, Su Fan's tactic was to rush over and give him a "shocking stab", but later he discovered that the opponent actually had a magic weapon to protect his soul.
So he immediately changed his tactics, quickly put up a short game close to the body, and used the secret technique of physical training to solve the opponent's problem.
This is good stuff.
Su Fan took off the earrings and put them into the ring.
Not to mention anything else, just this earring can easily fetch a sky-high price if it is taken back to Liangzhou and placed at the auction house.
Of course, Su Fan would definitely be reluctant to sell such a good thing.
He picked up the small pitch black jar from the ground again, and by this time the rich magic smoke had already retracted into the jar.
This Shangzong disciple majored in the Demonic Smoke Dao, and the Yinluo Sect did not have the inheritance of this kind of path.
In fact, even if there were, Yinluo Sect’s disciples wouldn’t be able to practice it.
Because of this kind of Taoism, only by using the endless exotic demonic energy in the Hundred Thousand Miles Demonic Abyss can one succeed in cultivating it.
Su Fan didn't have time to think about this thing, so he also took the Najie.
Just when he was about to take off the ring from the opponent's hand, his eyes suddenly focused, and his consciousness instantly spread to the distance.
Someone is coming!
Moreover, the other party has already discovered him. Even if he wants to leave at this time, it is too late.
Su Fan quickly took off the opponent's ring, then stood up, turned around and looked into the distance.
I saw a person slowly walking out of the fog.
"I didn't expect that a bastard from a lower sect could actually kill a disciple of my sect, haha..."
What Su Fan didn't expect was that this person was the Shangzong monk who provoked him at Yinshan Pass.
Counting this time, this is the third time the two have met.
Fate is such a wonderful thing.
Just like when he first met him, the other person was still playing with a small black mark on his right hand.
Su Fan thought for a moment and raised his hand towards the other party.
"Senior brother, you and I are from the same sect, so why bother killing each other? This ring should be used to honor senior brother. Just let me go."
The reason why he said this was actually to test the other party.
Because from the moment he boarded the boat, Su Fan felt something was wrong.
The murderous aura overflowing from the disciples of the Shang Zong was too strong, and the look in their eyes was too greedy.
And that Shangzong disciple just came here specifically for him, which is a bit strange.
Su Fan judged that something must have gone wrong somewhere.
Ordinarily, no matter how cruel the disciples of the Nine Nether Demon Palace are, it is normal for them to kill the disciples of the next sect when they encounter them.
It's better not to chase them and kill them. What a hatred this would be.
As he expected, the Shangzong disciples across from him looked at Su Fan as if he were a fool after hearing what he said.
"Haha... You, a bastard from the sect, still want to be my fellow disciple, you are worthy..."
When he said this, he smiled sinisterly again.
"Anyway, you are going to die soon. I won't hide it from you. Someone is paying a high price for your status jade token. Boy, go to hell..."
After he finished speaking, he gently tossed the small seal on his right hand.
boom! !
The small seal grew larger in the wind, and instantly became several feet in size. Boundless black magic smoke enveloped the surrounding area of dozens of feet.
"Legal domain magic weapon..."
Su Fan clicked his tongue when he saw it. No wonder the master asked him to participate in the trial. He was so knowledgeable.
He finally saw this legendary magic weapon.
"Boy, you have entered my legal domain. Now it's too late for you to run away, haha..."
Su Fan raised his head and looked greedily at the big black mark floating in the air, his eyes turning red.
This is a magic weapon of the legal domain type.
Why the hell am I not running away? I have to decide this thing.
The Shangzong disciple on the opposite side flicked his fingers hidden in his robe sleeves, and a black line instantly penetrated the ground.
"You commit suicide now, and I promise to keep your whole body..."
The black-robed monk said again, and the black thread he released had already followed the ground and reached Su Fan's feet.
Su Fan only felt numbness on the soles of his feet, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, instantly paralyzed.
"Poison path..."
His body shook a few times and he suddenly sat on the ground.
Only then did Su Fan realize that this thing was a magic weapon in the realm of law. He kept talking about it for a long time. It turned out to be to cover up his poisoning.
This guy is just like me, a filthy old cunt.
(End of chapter)
