Some people who escaped in time looked at this scene with fear on their faces, and sighed happily: "Fortunately, when Sect Master Tang and the others were fighting just now, we had already retreated a long distance, otherwise we might not have been able to run away this time. "
"Yeah, it's so scary. A first-level expert is just like a god or demon!"
"This time, the young man named Qin Fan is probably dead!"
Everyone looked at the martial arts arena filled with smoke and dust. The figures of Qin Fan and Lin Xuanfeng were all shrouded in it and could not be seen at all.
However, no one is optimistic about Qin Fan. After all, whether he is the ancestor of the Wuzong or the best swordsman in the world three hundred years ago, these reputations are too great.
The young man next to Lan Ruoxue had a proud sneer on his face: "He is dead, he is dead this time."
Lan Ruoxue ignored him and stared at the martial arts arena with a pale face. If she hadn't been too weak, she would have wanted to run over to find Qin Fan.
The middle-aged man in white clothes beside Lao Mo also sneered proudly: "This is the real sword technique that can cut through the heaven and the earth. That kid will definitely die. I'm afraid even the body will be broken into pieces." !”
Lao Mo's face was ugly, and he was extremely worried: "Master Qin, I hope you have good luck and can escape this blow."
Everyone was staring at the middle of the martial arts arena, waiting for the smoke and dust to disperse to check the results.
"Ahem..."
Finally, an old cough came from the smoke.
Lin Xuanfeng's figure rose in the sky, his clothes were a little tattered, he looked a little embarrassed, and he seemed older.
Seeing him appear, Tang Batian was overjoyed, and then shouted: "The ancestor has won! The ancestor has won!"
The disciples of Wuzong also cheered and shouted: "Ancestor is mighty!"
Lan Ruoxue's body went limp and she almost collapsed to the ground, thanks to Su Yumo who caught her in time.
"Brother Qin Fan..." She started to cry.
Su Yumo held back her tears, looked at the smoke and dust that had not dispersed, and said in her heart: "Master, don't worry, I will never leave you here alone and let you bury your bones in a foreign land. No matter what the price, I will do it." I want to take you away."
At this time, Lin Xuanfeng, who was in mid-air, suddenly turned around and glared at the cheering Wuzong disciples, and shouted angrily: "What are you yelling about? That kid is not dead yet!"
"..."
The smiles on the faces of the Wuzong disciples suddenly froze, looking embarrassed.
After hearing this, Su Yumo couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes anymore, and suddenly started crying.
"Great, Master, he is fine!"
Lan Ruoxue also happily hugged Su Yumo and shouted excitedly: "Sister Su, is this true? Qin Fan is still alive, right?"
"Well, the master is still alive!" Su Yumo hugged her and answered with a smile while shedding tears.
Soon, Qin Fan's figure also rose from the smoke.
The clothes on his body were also damaged in several places, but his temperament was as indifferent as ever.
He looked at Lin Xuanfeng and said calmly: "The strength of a first-grade warrior is indeed very strong."
Lin Xuanfeng surprisingly did not underestimate Qin Fan this time, and finally regarded him as an opponent of the same level: "Boy, you are also very strong and qualified to be my opponent."
"I can't believe that at your age, your strength is comparable to the first level. Moreover, you clearly have not reached the first level. It seems that your cultivation skills should be very powerful, powerful enough for you to challenge beyond the level!"
A flash of greed flashed in his eyes. If he could possess such a skill, then his strength might be able to break through again and his lifespan could be increased a lot.
Qin Fan said calmly: "Of course my skills are powerful, but they are not something you can covet. That stab just now was probably your limit, right?"
Lin Xuanfeng smiled strangely: "The limit? Haha, boy, is this what you are capable of as a first-grade warrior?"
"You have no idea of my true strength."
"Now, I'll show you what a first-level realm is."
A flash of curiosity flashed across Qin Fan's face. What would be the realm of the third-level extraordinary, the second-level fetal essence, and the first-level?
Not only Qin Fan, but also everyone was full of curiosity when they heard this.
First grade, what is the realm?
Lin Xuanfeng's figure rose again, and a red light bloomed from his body. He was like a rising red lantern.
His voice seemed to come from a distant place, slowly echoing in the air with a sense of desolation and desolation.
"Become a god!"
Become a god?
What's the meaning? Is it possible for a first-grade warrior to be called the realm of transformation into gods?
The first rank only exists in legends, and no one knows what the true realm of the first rank is.
Only after reaching the first level can you understand what the first level is.
It's like a blind box, you won't know what's inside until you open it.
Lin Xuanfeng's figure suddenly disappeared, but an indescribable pressure suddenly came.
The pressure was as thick as a mountain, but as vast as the sea, as if a person was standing on the coast closest to the sky, facing the sky and the sea.
"The first level is the realm of transformation into gods! I understand!" Tang Batian seemed to have some realization, his eyes filled with longing.
"No wonder First Grade only exists in legends. It turns out this is the First Grade realm."
Mo Liusheng was also amazed: "The first level of martial arts is actually a god! What state will my first level of Taoism be?"
"Become a god, become the god of heaven and earth. His true strength may be unimaginable!"
In the gray sky, a ball of flame suddenly appeared, and then quickly replicated. In the blink of an eye, most of the sky was covered in flames.
The flames all over the sky were like stars in the sky, flickering bright and dark in mid-air.
"What is this?" Everyone looked at this scene in confusion.
Even Qin Fan couldn't understand.
"Fire refines the sky!"
With a low groan, countless flames suddenly exploded with a bang.
A curtain of flame light shrouded down, covering most of the Martial God City.
At this moment, everyone felt a ridiculous feeling at the same time, as if they had been locked in a furnace.
Moreover, the surrounding temperature rose instantly, and some people began to sweat from the heat.
"What's going on? What kind of martial arts is this?"
Some people asked in horror that such a trick was simply unheard of.
"I don't know, maybe this is the power of the God Transformation Realm. But any grandmaster can completely withstand this amount of heat. If this is the power of the God Transformation Realm, that's too disappointing."
Everyone speculated.
However, Qin Fan, who bore the brunt, had another feeling.
His whole body was scorched by a scorching temperature, roughly estimated to be at least a thousand degrees high. The air around him began to distort, making it unrealistic to look at.
Moreover, the temperature around him is still rising rapidly, and even a second-grade warrior cannot sustain it for long in such an environment.
Lin Xuanfeng's figure is still invisible, but his voice echoes in the air: "Haha, boy, try my taste of the sea of purgatory fire!"
If Qin Fan realized something, the thoughtfulness in his eyes gradually faded away, and his clarity returned.
"I understand, it turns out this is the so-called spirit transformation realm."
