"How is it possible, how can you have cultivation without a spiritual root?" Seeing Fang Yi use the Fireball Technique, the Fish Leap Sect's disciple's eyes widened in shock.

What I saw in front of me was unbelievable. Cultivation without a spiritual root is an iron law that has been practiced for countless thousands of years in the cultivation realm.

As a mortal, Zhao Wood didn't know what that meant. But how could he not know.

You must know that in the past, when he was young, he had seen with his own eyes that the peerless master fought against various sects and forcibly seized the treasures of each sect in order to let his soulless wife practice.

Needless to say, the iron law of billions of years is ahead, and if it can't be broken, it can't be broken.

And look at the one in front of him, ordinary, and even the anger of mortal scholars has not completely faded away. In just a few months of contact with the cultivation realm, he has actually achieved what the peerless master has not been able to do.

It's unbelievable!

"Yes, yes, you must have obtained a peerless treasure, and it was the peerless treasure that helped you break this iron law." After being surprised, the Fushan Sect disciple suddenly thought of this.

"Hmph, God help me, such a strange competition let me touch it. You don't have a single spiritual root, but you can practice with the help of strange things. Then I'm king? Hehe, with this strange thing, it will definitely dominate the world." With greed in his eyes, this Yuyue Sect disciple looked at Fang Yidao with murderous intent on his face.

"Yes, give the strange thing to my son, and my son will definitely be able to join hands with the immortal master to achieve the supreme cause in the cultivation realm." Hearing the words of the disciple of the Yuyue Sect, Zhao Wu said with a smile on his face.

"Bang".

Hearing Zhao Wood's words, the disciple of the Fish Leap Sect turned around and directly slapped Zhao Wood away with his backhand.

looked at Zhao Wood, who was photographed spitting blood and leaning against the wall to gasp. The disciple of the Yuyue Sect, who was still respectful to him before, said coldly: "What are you, what are Zhao Yin." When my king has this strange thing, the road of cultivating immortals in the future will definitely be a smooth road."

"Hehe, in the near future, the Sect Master of the Yuyue Sect will bow down to me if you can't say anything. Little Zhao Yin, how can I put it in my eyes. This treasure, well, belongs to my king. Haha, haha. Looking at Zhao Wood by the wall, Wang Xing said proudly.

Seeing them dog-eat-dog, Fang Yi didn't speak. Since entering the cultivation realm, this is a treasure that is contrary to the purpose, he doesn't say that he has seen much, but he has deeply realized it.

Such a scene, not much to say. It's just one of many similar scenarios he will encounter in the future.

"Although the treasure is strange, it must be that in just a few months, your cultivation will not be much higher. Hehe, for the sake of the treasure you brought to me, I'll leave you a whole corpse. Turning his head to look at Fang Yi, there was a hint of arrogance in this Wang Xing's greedy gaze.

"Huh".

Piercing through the air, the sharp wooden stick in Wang Xing's hand was covered with a thin layer of aura.

At a speed that was invisible to mortals, the pointed wooden stick whistled and shot towards Fang Yi with extreme precision.

Seeing this, Fang Yi's face turned cold. The tiger is not powerful, and he really treats him as a sick cat.

"Whew".

The orange-red fireball was thrown, and under Fang Yi's control, this low-grade spiritual technique that could be used at the first level of Qi refining, with an astonishing temperature, slammed towards the wooden stick at a speed that was not too fast.

Seeing this, Wang Xing just smiled coldly. The fireball technique used by a cultivator on the first level of Qi refining? Hehe, as he expected, this Fang Yi's cultivation is really only one layer of qi refining.

Needless to say, the wooden stick that covered his three-layer aura of qi refining would definitely be able to penetrate the fireball technique with one blow and nail Fang Yi to death here.

"Bang".

The fireball is faint, and the temperature inside is extremely high. The sticks whistled, and all the anger was revealed.

Under Wang Xing's disdainful gaze, the wooden stick that covered his three-layer aura of qi refining finally collided with the fireball.

"Boom, boom, boom".

The next moment, completely subverted his thoughts. The fireball, which didn't seem to have much power, suddenly became powerful. In the constant roar, the fire erupted from the inside out. Layers of blazing flames, in the blink of an eye, shattered the wooden stick that covered the three layers of his Qi refining spiritual energy.

And the fireball that collapsed the wooden stick, emitting bursts of flames, flew straight and kept flying towards him.

Seeing this, Wang Xing, who woke up from his astonishment. Suddenly he was in a hurry. A thin aura shield that could be released before the fireball could fly.

"Boom".

There was another loud bang, and the fireball looked like it had shrunk quite a bit. When he accurately hit the aura shield, in an instant, he directly blasted open the aura shield and knocked Wang Xing into the stone wall.

"Poof".

Wang Xing, who spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at Fang Yi in horror at this moment. This, how is this possible.

Seeing that the fireball he had used was so powerful, Fang Yi was also stunned. This was not only unexpected by Wang Xing, but he was also a little unbelievable.

After thinking about it carefully, Fang Yi finally came back to his senses. Yes, Wang Xing's cultivation is worthy of reaching the third layer of spiritual energy, and his cultivation is also worthy of reaching the third layer of qi refining.

But in comparison, after being burned by the dark fire, his aura and cultivation were not pure, and they were a little more solid.

Overall, his roots are truly unparalleled. It was not uncommon for other cultivators in the third layer of Qi Refining to be weaker than him.

"No way, how could this be the result. I don't believe it, I don't believe it. While frightened, Wang Xing said with a shocked face.

"No, the treasure must be mine, I don't believe you have spiritual weapons." Wang Xing, who came back from the panic, his face sank, and he slapped directly on the storage bag on his body.

A turquoise lower-grade spirit sword suddenly flashed in Wang Xing's ruthless gaze.

"Huh".

At a speed that surpassed the last wooden stick, Wang Xing's blue sword roared, piercing through the air barrier and attacking.

"Hmmm, boom".

Seeing Wang Xing's spirit sword attacking, Fang Yi did not show weakness.

An earthy yellow spirit sword flashed from his left hand, and a water blue spirit sword came out in his right hand. Whistling, shaking the wind, with a speed far exceeding Wang Xingbi's sword, rushed towards it.

Seeing that Fang Yi was so casual, he used the two inferior spirit weapons. Wang Xing was completely stunned.

Not to mention, how difficult it is to control two inferior spirit weapons. What a pure, majestic aura is needed.

It's just a simple way to get a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it's extremely difficult! Thinking that for this, he tried his best to coax his master to the point that he couldn't find the north, so he was finally rewarded with a low-grade spirit sword.

Now, Fang Yi, the person who entered the Fushan Sect as a sundries. In just a few months, not only had he improved his cultivation to this point, but he had also easily obtained two of the inferior spirit weapons that he was extremely eager for.

"Bang".

"Smack".

The two sides collided, and it was just a simple head-on attack, and in just one moment, the emerald spirit sword was knocked to the side.

Before he had time to recall the spirit sword, Wang Xing, who was completely frightened by Fang Yi. As early as when Fang Yi controlled the collision of two inferior spirit weapons. He had already turned around and went directly in the direction of the courtyard gate.

If he knew that Fang Yi was so strong, he wouldn't have thought anything about this strange treasure. will not lie in this troubled water about Zhao Yin.

"Huh".

Wang Xing, who finally escaped to the gate of the courtyard, suddenly heard this sound.

At the same time, he felt a wetness in his chest. There was an inexplicable tingling pain.

Sensing this, for no reason, Wang Xing looked down at his chest.

A blood flower bloomed on top of Tsing Yi, and a water blue spirit sword suddenly appeared on his chest, and just like that, it came out of the blooming blood flower.

"Bang".

The body was weak for no reason, and when I saw this, my face was full of fear. In the huge fright, Wang Xing fell to the ground suddenly, completely out of breath .......