Everyone didn't expect that in just a few words, they had already started to move, which really surprised them. There are a lot of such hands-on fighting methods in the sect, and there is no strict prohibition in the sect, presumably because the tasks that these disciples need to complete in the qi training period are that they need to fight to the death, although the impact of this kind of same skill is not very good, but it is also a thing to improve survivability, but it is also acquiesced.

This world is a world of the jungle, whose fists are hard and whose strength is strong, naturally has the right to speak.

And in the sect, behind the powerful disciples, there is naturally no shortage of chasers, either as companions, or willing to be followers, just so that they can not be bullied in the sect, or when they complete the task, they can walk together. For example, Li Fu and this Hua Zhen, although there is a slight difference in cultivation, but after all, they are under the same division, and Li Fu is a direct descendant of the Li family in Dingyuan, so he can naturally be regarded as a prominent family, but he is also willing to let Hua Zhen lower his status slightly. It's just such a thing, being scolded in front of someone, I really feel shameless, and I was angry for a while, and murderous in my heart emerged. Although the sect stipulates that the same sect cannot cause human life in the same sect, but a disciple of the sixth layer of the Qi cultivation period is so old, he doesn't want his life, and it is also a matter of raising his hand to abolish his cultivation, thinking of such a useless waste, I am afraid that he will not have any strong backers, right? Otherwise, how could Li Fu be so arrogant?

With his understanding of Li Fu's character, the children of this family have always been the masters who bully the weak and fear the hard, and they are usually respectful and tight in the face of other senior brothers and sisters!

Sure enough, in the face of Shen Tong, Li Fu looked extremely fierce at this moment, and if he didn't agree with a word, he pinched the spell, wanting to spin the spell he had cast before, as if he wanted to kill the Tang brother in front of him with a single blow.

Looking at the stunned eyes of the senior brothers on the side, especially seeing the cold and glamorous senior sister's rare glance at him, Li Fu was excited for a while. At the beginning, in the family, the reason why he dared to make a move against Li Ping was that he knew that this kid was only at the level of the sixth layer of the Qi cultivation period, and he hadn't even learned the spell, so he naturally had no power to fight back. Especially since his parents have passed away, he is already helpless in the entire family, on the other hand, he is not only extremely talented and was recruited into Tianxing Valley at a young age, but his father is a deacon. In this case, educating the waste of a family by oneself is naturally beneficial and harmless. Although he was stopped by the patriarch halfway and punished, Li Fu didn't care, with his rising status, such a punishment was just a trivial matter.

He never thought that Li Ping, a waste, could actually be mixed into the sect, and he really didn't know what shit luck he had. Fortunately, he is still just a sixth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, and he is still a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others, and Li Fu, a "clever" person, how could he miss this great opportunity to "make a name for himself"?

Looking at Shen Tong's somewhat old face, Li Fu's heart couldn't help but faintly feel a trace of unbearability, but it disappeared. Anyway, if he doesn't do this kind of waste, he will still be bullied by others, rather than this, it is better for him to listen to his own people. Especially thinking of his unforgiving mouth, Li Fu felt that such a guy was destined to suffer a little bit before he could stop.

Just when Li Fuzhi was full of pride and wanted to show off his mastery in front of his senior brothers and sisters, Shen Tong on the side looked at him, and couldn't help but show a mocking look at the corner of his mouth, and then before the firebird in his chest took shape, the two flying talismans swept out at an astonishing speed, with a flash of brilliance, and hit Li Ping who was casting spells.

A dark green spirit rune immediately burst open, turning into vines that tied Li Fu strongly, and then another spirit rune turned into a giant hammer in a flash, and smashed it into Li Fu's chest. At this moment, I heard a sound of brittle bones, and then I saw Li Fu spitting blood from his mouth and flying upside down, letting out a miserable scream in mid-air.

This series of accidents immediately stunned everyone on the side, and even Hua Zhen, who cultivated at the eleventh level of the Qi cultivation period, couldn't react, and when he just felt bad, it was already too late.

The atmosphere here suddenly became extremely solemn, except for Li Fu's constant moaning and bleeding in the distance, the others suddenly seemed to be restrained by cast, and they froze there one by one, obviously this series of changes was too amazing and fast, so that they couldn't react for a while. A seventh-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period would be so vulnerable when facing a sixth-layer monk who hadn't even learned spells, which was really beyond their expectations and imagination. 52 Literature

The expression on the scarred man's face became more and more ugly at this moment, he looked at Li Fu who fell to the ground, and then looked at Shen Tong, who was standing there like a nobody, and the fierceness in his eyes turned into a trace of caution.

After pondering for a moment, he sneered and said, "You are a cultivator of the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period, otherwise it is impossible to use the spirit rune, it seems that Your Excellency is very scheming, and you actually deliberately concealed your cultivation?"

Shen Tong glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Compared to Li Fu, a brainless thing, you have a lot more brains." However, am I an eighth-layer or sixth-layer cultivator, aren't they all the same for you, an eleventh-layer monk?

Squeezed by Shen Tong's words, the man with the scar couldn't help but sneer, and then in vain a sharp spear appeared in his hand, this spear was blood-red, the tip of the spear flashed red, and there were two slightly longer horizontal tips below that echoed the tip of the spear, like a mountain peak, looking extremely thick and solid. And after the appearance of this gun, a wave of heat came from all around, and it seemed that even the temperature around him had increased a little.

The monks on the side recognized the famous weapon in the scarred man's hand, and one of them was surprised and said, "Chifeng gun! Senior Brother Hua is really moving." ”

Shen Tong's expression moved when he heard this, and he couldn't help but look at the scarred man's hand, and suddenly he only felt the fire spiritual power surging on the gun's body, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression. However, for Shen Tong, it was obvious that this pressure was really insignificant, not to mention that he had unusually rich experience in fighting with ghostly ghosts in the Storm Mountain Range, and dozens of bloody battles of life and death made him far more than ordinary people imagined when facing the pressure of battle. It was the leyline spiritual fire that he faced when he was refining with the cheap master in the secret room, and its momentum was also hundreds of times that of his eyes, and he could be regarded as well-informed in this regard.

And after that heat approached Shen Tong, it was in vain from his side to the sides, so that Shen Tong was not affected by this at all. This situation made him stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that the fire bead that the cheap master gave him was still on his body, and he didn't know if he had forgotten it, or it was really difficult to mention Shen Tong's miserable situation when he saw Shen Tong after the pill was refined, but let him wear it all the time, and temporarily added a good treasure.

With the spear in his hand, the scarred young man's whole momentum changed, his eyes were fixed on Shen Tong and he attached great importance to the opponent in front of him, and he did not dare to despise him in the slightest because of his sixth-layer cultivation, after all, Li Fu's example was right in front of him, and he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. And when this guy faced him, he didn't have the jealousy and fear of others at all, and let him know that he had encountered a hard stubble this time.

"Since you hurt my fellow disciple first, then don't blame me for being rude. Monk Scar snorted coldly, and immediately pinched the magic technique, and for a while, the red light in front of the spear head was flourishing, and a fiery red mountain peak phantom slowly appeared. Looking at it again, Shen Tong could clearly see that the phantom shadow of that mountain peak was quite similar to the peak in front of the spearhead, as if it had appeared in front of him more than ten times magnified, which was very dazzling.

And as time passed, the spiritual power in the sea of Scar Monk's aura continued to be instilled into the mountain peak in front of him through the spear, and a flame mountain immediately slowly took shape, and the temperature in the four corners was getting higher and higher.

The last time in his own house, the firebird that Li Fu cast had already let Shen Tong see the powerful power of the fire spirit root to cast spells, although that blow was easily dispersed by the patriarch, but the terrible temperature behind it still left an extremely deep impression on him, and now, he can remember the burnt smell of the flames behind him, and now although there are fire beads in his body, he also dare not be careless, and immediately the yellow light flashed in front of him, and an earthy yellow crystal wall slowly appeared, and as soon as it was formed, it was a flow of brilliance, and it looked extraordinary。

"You really have hidden your strength!" The Scarface Monk looked at Shen Tong and seemed to be condensing spells in front of him without much effort, and couldn't help but say with a sinking face.