Han Juzheng's cultivation had reached the Qi Realm, and his cultivation was still the True Cultivation Method, which was two levels higher than Fang Ling's current cultivation, and the gap between the two was quite large.

Han Juzheng's hand reached out, Fang Ling was almost unable to respond in time, if he grabbed his neck, he would immediately lose the ability to resist.

However, just when Han Juzheng was full of confidence, Fang Ling's voice sank and shouted, "Little mink!"

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Fang Ling's chest, grabbing straight towards Han Juzheng's face.

Rao is Han Juzheng was also taken aback, and his body instantly gathered a strong protective true qi, and he waved his sleeve robe violently, shocking a piece of sword qi.

The little mink is more than three hundred years old, and it is already an old and refined beast, and its wisdom is not below that of humans at all.

Fang Ling took this opportunity to stabilize his steps, accumulating strength to disperse the remaining energy, and at the same time secretly gasped, the qi and blood in his body boiled over the river and the sea.

As soon as the claws fell to the ground, the little face puffed out, and "pounce-pounce-pounce" squirted out a few seeds towards Han Juzheng.

As soon as the seed burrowed into the green brick, it immediately grew into shape, and it had grown into a large area of devil crying vines, like giant python-like vines, indiscriminately attacking any objects around it that could be touched.

The area in the tower hall was not large enough, but the volume of the ghost cry vine was very large, although the small mink controlled the number of seeds sprayed well, but the ghost cry vine basically occupied more than half of the tower hall, of course, Han Juzheng, who was the closest, was the first to be attacked.

However, Han Juzheng was a master of the Qi Realm after all, but when he snorted coldly, he raised his sleeves and robes again, and one after another slashed out like tofu, cutting off the vines of the Ghost Crying Vine.

The huge Ghost Crying Vine was chopped into pieces under Han Juzheng's sleeve robe with a few waves, and was finally exhausted by the Heaven and Earth Qi sent into it, shrinking into the original form of the seed.

Han Juzheng's gaze swept over the three-eyed arrow marten that had already entered the battle state and swelled, and said with a little surprise: "Fierce beast? Or a fierce beast that can listen to people's commands?" Young man, I have to praise you a few words, this is a great gift." If this immortal has such a spiritual creature, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings?"

Fang Ling bowed slightly, holding his hand, not relaxing at all because of Han Juzheng's words, he defended defensively, and sneered: "If this is your last words Han Daxian, then I can't let you get your wish!"

The mink's sense of hearing is more acute than that of humans, and it is more able to capture the taste contained between the lines, Fang Ling's words are as cold as frost, and they are full of fierce battle intent, so as soon as these words fell, the mink's small mouth was a drum, and the black "colored" seeds sprayed to the ground, and instantly grew into a three-leaf clover grass that was no more than an inch long and white "color".

Almost at the moment when the white "colored" grass took shape, a thick white "color" mist rose in the tower hall, and Han Juzheng lost his sight.

Fang Ling closed his eyes and plunged into the white mist, approaching Han Juzheng at an extremely fast speed.

This small white grass is called fog grass, and it can continuously generate a large amount of white smoke, because it grows in extremely treacherous cliff areas, and many hunters have fallen to the bottom of the cliff because they can't see the road clearly.

This kind of fog can completely "disorient" people's vision, making the eyes useless, so that Fang Ling, who is familiar with the characteristics of plants, can occupy a certain advantage.

Seeing that the surroundings were shrouded in 'misty', Han Juzheng snorted lightly, and with a vigorous flick of his robe, the thick qi of heaven and earth immediately dispersed the surrounding white mist, and at this moment, Fang Ling had already pounced in front of Han Juzheng, raising his sword and slashing away.

Han Juzheng smiled contemptuously, and a faint golden "color" of true qi appeared all over his body, and with his two fingers together, he swiped towards it.

"The breath of gold and stone?"

Fang Ling would never despise his opponent, not to mention that the other party was still a master of the Qi Realm? Just looking at this golden 'color', he knew that what Han Juzheng was absorbing was pure golden stone type Heaven and Earth Qi, this Heaven and Earth Qi could make the body as strong as a golden stone, so don't look at these two fingers, its hardness would never be lower than that.

However, Fang Ling's sword momentum did not slow down in the slightest, but instead gathered a stronger sun fire on the knife, and a flame suddenly formed on the knife body.

The blade and fingers collided, making a loud explosion, and Han Juzheng's bent arm did not move in the slightest under the impact of the huge force, but only shook his wrist forward slightly after contact.

It was this trembling force that dissolved the power of Fang Ling's attack, and at the same time, it shook out a strong internal strength.

The two internal forces rushed out, Fang Ling was suddenly shaken out, and at the same time, the white mist that was dispersed around him also gathered back to Han Juzheng's side at once.

As soon as the mink fell to the ground, it immediately grew into a small tree half a foot high, with a straight trunk like a small stick, but a golden fruit the size of a pumpkin on the top.

This small tree, called the stone berry, grows in swampy areas and is rare and rare, and if it is not touched, it is not harmful to the surrounding flora and fauna, but it is capable of emitting a strange fragrance that can be mistaken for fresh fruit by a large number of animals.

However, the "liquid" body in this golden fruit has a strong paralyzing effect, and if you bite it, even a tiger will be paralyzed for a long time.

Near the swamp where the berries grow, there is a kind of animalivorous ant, and once an animal eats the berries and is paralyzed, this kitten-sized animal will rush up and gnaw the animal to the ground, and then they will excrete their feces to the roots of the berries, which become nutrients for its growth.

More than a dozen stone berries grew into a strong fragrance, which in Han Juzheng's view, was undoubtedly a poisonous gas, he waved his sleeves, and the sharp knife qi circled around like a whirlwind, slashing the stone berries without missing anything.

At this slash, the stone berries burst open one after another, and a large amount of golden "colored" pulp "liquid" sprayed all over the sky.

Han Juzheng shouted sharply, and the golden stone qi in his body was like an explosion, shaking towards the surrounding area, and the slurry was splashed to the ground, dyeing the green bricks into a golden color.

Just as the Heaven and Earth Qi released by Han Juzheng disappeared, Fang Ling suddenly burst out from the side and slashed straight at him with a sword.

The two impacts just now directly shocked him with a lot of internal injuries, so that the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, but this also made him more aware of the strength of his opponent.

Seeing Fang Ling rushing over again, Han Juzheng sneered, waved his sleeves again, and his two fingers shot like lightning.

Mortal martial arts, martial arts to reach the realm of qi, usually fifty or sixty years old, and already have the ability to open a sect, one move and one style come at will, just like nature.

What's more, Han Juzheng is still cultivating the true method, and he ignores the existence of the move with his qi power, which seems to be a casual finger, but it contains thousands of mysteries.

Fang Ling's two moves in a row had already judged Han Juzheng's cultivation, and if he came to a few more hard touches, it was estimated that he would be seriously injured, so this time the knife was only halfway through, and he suddenly lowered his body, and the knife momentum took advantage of the situation, and slashed towards the opponent's abdomen.

Fang Ling suddenly changed his move, but Han Juzheng's reaction was much faster than he imagined, he made a response almost instantly, his fingers quickly moved down, and he steadily stopped the blade.

It's just that Fang Ling's knife momentum is empty, but the real killing move is on the foot, and the knife body does not have any strength at all, and when the knife momentum is intercepted, a kick has already swept towards Han Juzheng's waist.

However, Han Juzheng's five senses were more acute than he imagined, sensing Fang Ling's offensive, Han Juzheng suddenly burst out, and the boiling golden stone qi gushed out from his body crazily, turning into a surging force, Fang Ling's leg was swept away, as if smashed on an iron wall, not only did he not attack the other party at all, but he was shocked to the point that his leg was about to be broken.

Han Juzheng grinned, and a lightning-like palm slapped on Fang Ling's chest, Fang Ling was shocked by the tremendous strength and flew straight out, slamming into the wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood when he landed.

Just as Han Ju was about to rush towards Fang Ling, the little mink opened his mouth again and spewed out a large string of seeds, Han Juzheng couldn't help frowning, and quickly waved his sleeves, and a stream of knife qi swirled and sprayed around, quickly clearing the fog grass.

However, as soon as the fog grass was removed, a piece of fiery red Burning Heart Grass grew again, this Burning Heart Grass was no more than three inches long, scarlet all over, but there were things floating around like ghost fire, which looked extremely weird.

Han Juzheng couldn't help frowning, he was also a well-informed person, but this fierce beast that could spit out all kinds of plants was unheard of, which was not surprising, but each of these plants was different, which was quite a headache.

But the more powerful the little mink is, the more Han Juzheng has the idea of subduing it, so as the owner of the little mink, Fang Ling has to die!

At this time, Fang Ling had already gritted his teeth and stood up, the palm just now had at least two ribs broken, and at the same time brought a lot of internal injuries, Fang Ling didn't expect that this guy's golden stone qi was so strong that he could even resist a kick with all his strength.

He clenched it in his hand, and the battle intent in his eyes was like a lit flame, burning hotter and hotter.

Looking at the battle intent revealed in Fang Ling's eyes and his indifferent expression, Han Juzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "Young man, it seems that you are quite able to resist, after being hit by this immortal, you can still stand up." ”

Fang Ling looked at him calmly and said, "Not only can you stand up, but you can also lie down!"

Han Juzheng laughed wildly as if he had heard a big joke, and the laughter kept echoing in the hall, and after laughing, a cold voice appeared on his face and said: "Today is the big day when the 'Mystery' Heart Scepter is about to be baked, and this immortal can't wait to see it." Since you just said that you want to see the magic weapon of this immortal, then, I will open your eyes!"