Chapter Seventy-Nine: He Is a Core Disciple
"Junior, obediently hand over the Blood Spirit Grass to this seat, and this seat will spare you from dying!!" Huang Tianba was silent for a while, and then spoke again, although none of the three of Qingyun Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun were easy to mess with, especially the black demon Murong Jue, it was even more difficult, but the Blood Spirit Grass was bound to be obtained, with the Blood Spirit Grass, his bloodline would definitely be improved by one level, and even if he entered the seventh rank in one fell swoop, it was still unknown that his cultivation would progress by leaps and bounds, a thousand miles a day, and in his lifetime, it was very likely that he would impact the realm of Wuhou!!
"Badao, you are too domineering, who does the little brother want to give the blood spirit grass to, that's the little brother's own business!!"
"Little brother, as long as you give the Blood Spirit Grass to this seat, this seat guarantees that no one can touch a single hair of your hair!!"
"The Blood Spirit Herb Seat is bound to be obtained, and those who know each other should leave this place quickly, otherwise Hugh blames this seat for being unkind to you!!"
Qingyun Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun and the three of them were not to be outdone, you said, I said, declaring the belonging of the Blood Spirit Grass, especially the Black Demon Murong Jue was even more domineering, threatening that whoever fought with him for the Blood Spirit Grass would fight to the death, as for Yang Fan, the master, he was not taken seriously by them at all, too, just a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Seven Star Sect, even if he killed a few half-step martial artists, what if he did not enter the realm of forging bones, he was just an ant after all, what qualifications did he have to negotiate with them!!
"A one-heavy peak martial artist, three one-heavy late-stage martial artists, a single value may not be as good as that Bai Wuji, but the four of them together should be a lot more than that!!" Yang Fan licked his red lips, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, Huang Tianba and the four regarded Yang Fan as a fat sheep to be slaughtered by them, and how did they know that in Yang Fan's eyes, they were not the fat meat sent to the door!!
The Xuantie battle body is a big gold-swallowing household, just a mere entry realm, it needs tens of thousands of spirit stones, if you want to cultivate it to the realm of Dacheng, you don't know how many spirit stones you need to consume, and now Yang Fan, that is not an ordinary lack of money!!
However, Yang Fan didn't do it directly, but patted his stomach and chuckled, "Four, you are one step late, the Blood Spirit Grass has already been taken by me!!"
When Huang Tianba and the four of them heard this, they were slightly stunned, but soon saw that the black demon Murong smiled fiercely and said, "What if you take it? With your shallow cultivation, it will be difficult to refine the medicinal power in a short period of time, and you will be disemboweled, and you will also obtain the elixir!!
A top-level elixir like the Blood Spirit Grass, even if a Bone Forging Martial Master like them wanted to refine it, they would need to retreat for ten days and a half months, and once a Pulse Realm martial artist opened it, it would be impossible to completely refine the entire medicinal power of the Blood Spirit Grass without a few months!!
Generally speaking, this is true, but it is a pity that Yang Fan has the ability to devour the heavens and the earth**, which has an extraordinary effect on these spirit grasses that enhance the talent of the bloodline, and in three days, just three days, the medicinal power of the blood spirit grass has been completely refined.
"Junior, I originally wanted to spare your life, but if you killed yourself, then it's no wonder that this seat is ruthless!!" Qingyun Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun pretended to sigh.
"Junior, if you want to blame, blame yourself for not knowing whether you are alive or dead!!"
"It's a good disembowelment to take the spirit grass, good! Okay! I just wanted to take your Qiankun bag, but now, leave all my lives for me!!" Yang Fan's face turned cold, and his heart was full of murderous intent.
"Boy, what are you talking about?" Huang Tianba's first reaction was that he had auditory hallucinations, the four of them were all strong martial artists, just a seven-star sect outside the sect, ants-like figures, how dare they have the slightest disrespect for them!!
"Obediently hand over your Qiankun bag, and I will give you a whole corpse !!"
At this moment, Huang Tianba and the four of them were finally convinced that it was not that they and others had auditory hallucinations, but that the kid in front of them was crazy, and as soon as he opened the pulse realm ants, he dared to provoke the four of them like this, not crazy.
Immediately, there was a rage, the raging anger burned in their hearts, something like an ant, how dare they provoke them like this, if they don't break their corpses into thousands of pieces, how will the four of them gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future, and how will they face other bone forging martial artists in the future!!
Die! This kid must die! The dignity of a strong man is by no means something that an ant like you can provoke, even if you have the support of the sect behind you!!
"Zhuo Qingyun, Yu Wuya, Murong Jue, the blood spirit grass belongs, I will discuss it later, and solve this junior who doesn't know whether to live or die first, how about it?"
"What the sword said is reasonable!!
"Even ants dare to provoke us, it's not a pity to die!!"
"Mole ants, the rivers and lakes are scattered, it seems that they are all frogs at the bottom of the well, what kind of white-clothed sword god Bai Wuji is like this, and the four of you are the same, then it is the same as Bai Wuji, go to hell and repent!!" Yang Fan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he sneered.
"What? You killed the white-clothed sword god Bai Wuji?" Qingyun Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun's face changed suddenly, his face was shocked, as one of the top sword cultivators in Danyang County, the white-clothed sword god Bai Wuji, the first person in the sword way, had always been his gaze, and he was the most sensitive to Bai Wuji's information.
"Qingyun Lao'er, you don't really believe this kid's nonsense, don't you want to think about Bai Wuji's cultivation, what kind of cultivation is this kid?" Huang Tianba, who was dressed in a yellow shirt, sneered.
"What a junior, you dare to play tricks on the verge of death!! Qingyun Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun also reflected, the white-clothed sword god Bai Wuji was the first person in their Danyang County Sword Dao, and even he was far from being his opponent, as soon as he opened the pulse realm ants, I am afraid that Bai Wuji would not be able to take a sword qi in his hand!!
"Hahaha, I'm playing tricks?, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, staring at your dogs' eyes, look at it," Yang Fan laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.
"Whoosh!!"
The sword flashed, and the best spirit soldier overlord slash appeared in his hand.
In an instant, the furious sword momentum burst out from the top of Yang Fan's head like a galaxy of nine heavens, soaring into the sky, and for a while, the wind and clouds changed, and the peerless edge of the swordsman bloomed out, and the momentum climbed day by day, instantly climbing to the limit, overwhelming, it was simply the descending of the gods!!
Even the air was crawling and trembling, wanting to surrender!!
"How is it possible, how can it be that he is just an outer disciple, just an outer disciple" Huang Tianba's faces were pale, his face was incredulous, under that monstrous momentum, they faintly had the urge to surrender, relying on the momentum and coercion, so that they almost wanted to surrender, even the three strong martial artists could not do it, could it be that he was even more powerful than the triple heavenly martial artist? This is simply a big joke in the world.
The disciples of the sect, although they are generally stronger than their scattered cultivators, but even the top three people who are famous outside the list are at most between them and them, and there is a qualitative difference between the Pulse Opening Realm and the Bone Forging Realm after all!!
That's when it happened
"Boom !!"
Yang Fan's whole person shook violently, and the momentum around him rose to a peak again, and the whole person rose into the air!!
"Step on the air and walk, forging the bone realm, he is the forging bone realm" Looking at Yang Fan, who was gradually on par with himself and the others, Huang Tianba's faces changed wildly again, and they walked in the air, this is the sign of a martial artist in the Forging Bone Realm!!
"What a deep scheming! We all let this kid be deceived, he is not an outer disciple at all, he is a core disciple, a core disciple" Suddenly, the evil king Yu Wuya let out a sound that almost collapsed.