Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, Lu Zhengyi and Senior Brother Jiao flicked their wrists almost at the same time, and they were about to sacrifice a magic weapon to save people.

At the moment when the huge body of the strong man surnamed He was about to make contact with the bluestone slab on the ground, another strong force came from the back of his neck, and his whole person flew up lightly, flying forward three or four steps, and his feet touched the thick earth.

The strong man surnamed He didn't even think about it, and with a reflex on his back, he stood firm, and at some point, the mana that was firmly imprisoned could be used freely again.

"Elder Xiao, can this martial art only be opportunistic?"

Senior Brother Jiao's voice sounded again.

Anyone can hear that he is purely vexatious. The hand-to-hand combat skills that Xiao Fan showed just now were simply amazing, and everyone was dizzy and couldn't hold their tongues. It's really at this time, don't mess around, everyone will come over tonight, and they will send their faces to the door.

The strong man surnamed He stood there, his strong chest rising and falling rapidly, his face was red and white, but there was a trace of blood in his eyes.

To tell the truth, since he stepped into the late stage of Jindan, he has never been as "helpless" as he is today, obviously practicing horizontally, but he was tied by Xiao Fan's small kung fu, and he couldn't play half a point. As soon as he went up, he was teased by Xiao Fan like a baby, if he just admitted defeat and retreated, don't say that Senior Brother Lu Zhengyi Jiao would laugh shamefully, and he would not be able to pass this level first.

Not convinced!

Really not convinced!

It's suffocating!

Xiao Fan smiled faintly and said, "The way of martial arts is broad and profound. If it is integrated with alchemy, it is very powerful. Far beyond your imagination. ”

Senior Brother Jiao stared at him and asked, "Then what kind of Cheng dù is it?" ”

Xiao Fan glanced at them and said, "I'm standing here." He Daoyou might as well exert his strength, as long as he can force me to take a step back, even if He Daoyou wins. ”

"Still don't use mana?"

Senior Brother Jiao straightened up sharply and shouted.

"Of course!"

Xiao Fan was still unfazed.

It's just too deceitful!

Before Senior Brother Jiao could speak, the strong man surnamed He had already roared, and the bones in his body exploded again, and his entire right arm suddenly expanded, and in a blink of an eye, it was larger than normal, and it was more than a foot long. The palms of the hands are clenched into fists. The knuckles rattled and rattled, showing that they had taken alchemy to the extreme.

"Punch me!"

The strong man surnamed He shouted at the sky, took a big stride suddenly, and suddenly arrived in front of Xiao Fan, raised his iron fist, and smashed it with a punch.

This iron fist looks even bigger than Xiao Fan's body.

Everyone watched intently.

Even Ji Qingsha couldn't help but hold her breath, and a look of worry flashed on her bright pretty face. Although she had seen Xiao Fan's supreme martial arts, she had never heard of Xiao Fan practicing the art of body refining. is so hard-hitting, and it is not allowed to use mana, there is really no room for tricks.

The strong wins, the weak lose!

Seeing that the strong man surnamed He rushed over like a sea of mountains. Xiao Fan still stood there quietly, motionless, not even raising his eyebrows.

"Whew-"

The fist wind of the strong man surnamed He had already blown Xiao Fan's white robe into the wind.

At the moment when the iron fist was about to reach the body. Xiao Fancai suddenly raised his fist and struck at the iron fist of the strong man surnamed He.

"Click-"

As everyone expected. When the two fists, one large and one small, collided head-on, the sound of bones shattering immediately sounded.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Senior Brother Jiao's mouth!

Let you know how powerful alchemy is!

Followed by. An earth-shattering scream suddenly rang out.

The sinister smile that had just floated up in Senior Brother Jiao froze on his face, and was replaced by a look of disbelief.

This miserable cry was actually made by a strong man surnamed He.

With this scream, the huge body of the strong man surnamed He flew up, faster and more urgent than when he rushed up, like an arrow from the string, flying backwards, completely uncontrollable.

With a hard encounter, it turned out to be a strong man surnamed He, who was known as the first in the Hundred Heroes Gang of Alchemy, who was completely defeated.

"Elder Xiao's men are merciful!"

Lu Zheng shouted loudly one by one, the sleeves of his robe shook, and a shining flying sword shot out, straight to Xiao Fan's face. At the same time, Senior Brother Ma Yanjiao also raised his arm, only to see the sky full of stars, and countless small black flying forks, like snake letters that had shrunk many times, with an unpleasant smell of blood, shooting towards Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows, snorted lightly, and his face sank slightly.

These rabbits rose and fell, unusually fast, and before the bystanders could come back to their senses, the flying sword and flying fork were already close at hand.

Xiao Fan's left robe sleeve shook, and a light blue flame wave visible to the naked eye surged out, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped the flying forks in the sky, and an extremely pungent smell of burnt and bloody suddenly came out.

"Bad ......"

Senior Brother Jiao only felt a shock in his heart, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

These dozens of flying forks, although they are not his natal magic weapons, have also been cultivated with the power of the primordial gods for many times, and they have long been connected to his divine soul and have achieved a heart-to-heart connection. Now that he was suddenly burned clean by Xiao Fan with the power of the extremely domineering essence flame, he was caught off guard, and Senior Brother Jiao's mind was immediately damaged.

Saying that it was too late, Xiao Fan's right hand was open, his five fingers were slender, and he grabbed the oncoming flying sword.

Everyone can see that this is not a big hand conjured up by mana, but a real flesh and blood body, a flesh-and-blood palm.

In the exclamation of many people, the big hand grabbed the flying sword with great accuracy.

Lu Zhengyi's face flashed, his left hand pinched the trick, his mouth screamed, and his right hand pointed forward with two fingers.

This flying sword is Lu Zhengyi's natal magic weapon, which is refined from silver steel sand, which is known for its sharpness, and it is mixed with incomparably hard gold crystals. Now Xiao Fan dared to grab his flying sword with his bare hands, he was simply looking for death by himself!

Almost instantly, Lu Zhengyi made a decision, even if he was desperately punished by the master, he had to let this young boy surnamed Xiao eat a good meal, and let him know that the guest elders of the Baixiong Gang were not so easy to be. From now on, if you want to gain a foothold in the Baixiong Gang, it is better to be a man with your tail between your legs.

It was with this idea that Lu Zhengyi hurriedly urged the flying sword, wanting to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

But then, something happened that Lu Zheng couldn't believe - he couldn't even drive the flying sword!

The mental connection between him and the flying sword is still there, and it has not been severed, and the state of the flying sword can be clearly felt, but no matter how much mana is poured into it, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and there is no more news. The flying sword was like being clamped by iron tongs in Xiao Fan's hand, and it didn't move at all.

"Impossible......"

Lu Zhengyi's face changed greatly, he screamed secretly in his mouth, and exhaled violently, instantly filling his mana to ten percent, and pouring it into the flying sword in the air.

This flying sword, as Lu Zhengyi's natal magic weapon, is also a top-grade magic weapon in itself, with a certain spirituality, and immediately cooperated with Lu Zhengyi's mana, struggling desperately, trying to break free from Xiao Fan's palm.

However, all in vain.

"Hall Master Lu, pay attention, this is empty-handed snatching the white blade!"

Xiao Fan said lightly, and his palm suddenly strengthened.

The flying sword that was struggling to the death let out a wail, and the dazzling brilliance on the sword quickly dimmed, looking like it would lose its spirituality at any time and be ruined.

But everyone could clearly see that Xiao Fan did not use mana, and on Xiao Fan's body, everyone could not feel the slightest mana fluctuation. All the people present are masters in the middle and late stages of Jindan, and this will definitely not be wrong. In other words, Xiao Fan restrained Lu Zhengyi's natal magic weapon to death just by virtue of his physical strength, and he could completely destroy this top-grade magic weapon with a raise of his hand.

"Elder Xiao's miraculous skills are world-shattering, and the disciples are obedient!"

Lu Zhengyi is also a long-time veteran in the end, and he understood almost instantly, if he doesn't admit defeat and surrender to softness, he will really not be able to keep this natal magic weapon, and when the time comes, he will not only lose the magic weapon, but even his mind will be hit hard, and he will not have years of hard work, and he will not want to recover.

Even if he calls himself a "disciple", he admits defeat.

As soon as these words came out, there were originally two late-stage Jindan monks who were eager to try, and they immediately quieted down, glanced at each other, and read the fear in the eyes of the other party.

Even Lu Zhengyi's use of the natal magic weapon was no match for other people's alchemy, and they did this trick, and they just sent their faces to the door.

It's okay not to do such a stupid thing.

It's just that when they looked at Xiao Fan's gaze, they instantly became in awe, and there was no sense of disbelief.

Xiao Fan smiled lightly, and slowly released his five fingers.

The flying sword spun in the air as if it had been amnestied, and with a soft roar, it shot back towards Lu Zhengyi.

Lu Zhengyi hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, and carefully inspected it, fortunately, the spirituality was still there, and he was not hurt much, so he breathed a sigh of relief, hugged his fists towards Xiao Fan, and said respectfully: "Thank you Elder Xiao's men for their mercy, and the disciple is happy and convinced." ”

As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to the ground.

This worship is really willing, not reluctant.

If Xiao Fan really destroyed his natal magic weapon, he could only stare dryly, and he would not dare to let go of a fart after eating such a big loss in vain.

Who told them to come to someone's cave house at night to look for trouble?

Eat a deflated, that's called deserved!

Seeing this, Senior Brother Jiao on the side was even more depressed to death.

His dozens of flying forks have also made many achievements, but they were completely destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Fan hated him for being vicious, and his subordinates had no mercy.

It's just that at this time, Xiao Fan's eyes swept over, Senior Brother Jiao's heart was cold, and the long horse's face was immediately full of smiles, stood up, and bowed respectfully to the ground towards Xiao Fan, and said respectfully: "Elder Xiao's divine skills are world-famous, disciple worship!" ”

The other Jindan monks stood up together, even the strong man surnamed He, whose palm bones were broken, struggled to stand firm, and at the same time slammed to the ground.

"Elder Xiao's miraculous skills are world-shattering, and the disciples are obedient!" (To be continued......)