"The highest cultivation is only the miscellaneous pieces of the third layer of condensation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Tian looked at the group of people with disdain, and followed unhurriedly.

This mission was not difficult for him at all, when he was in the Heavenly Sage, he challenged a disciple of the first level of foundation building in order to test his strength, and he still had a lot of means to come up with that time, but he was victorious.

Therefore, he roughly deduced that his strength was between the first floor of the foundation and the second layer of the foundation, and if he worked hard, the third layer of the foundation should not be a problem. If you are facing a large sect disciple, then you have to adjust it up, the first layer of the super sect's foundation building is equivalent to the second layer of the foundation building of a large sect, then his own strength should be able to defeat the fourth layer of the Yiyun sect's foundation building, and he can confront the fifth layer of the foundation, plus various escape methods, as long as it is below the sixth layer of the foundation, he has the confidence to run away.

However, it is unlikely that the sixth layer of the foundation will appear here, because the sixth layer of the foundation is too powerful, and every sixth-layer monk is the object of key surveillance, and once they appear, it will cause drastic changes in the fluctuations of the spatial aura, which is quite difficult to hide.

What's more, those old monsters above have been staring at all the time, and it is absolutely impossible for any of the sixth layers of the foundation to escape from under their noses.

Therefore, the mission was not difficult for him.

"Chase them! The three of you go to the left, and we go to the right, and surround them! ”

"Look! That woman's pupils are silver! ”

"What do you care about? Run a little slower and you'll be robbed! ”

"Hehe, this time it's really a bumper harvest, I have taken more than 1,000 reward points before and after, I didn't expect the light ball world to be so kind."

At the front of the passage, a young man, also dressed in red and white clothes, grabbed the head of a Yiyun Sect disciple with one hand, and the Yiyun Sect disciple was kneeling on the ground, his legs severed, and a hot yellow liquid flowing between his legs.

The young man's wrist twisted quickly, only to hear a click, this Yiyun Sect disciple was killed, and he slept forever in this deep passage, along with more than fifty corpses around him.

"It's all waste, and I thought there was something mysterious about Fang Li's sect, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

"Tong Ling, I can't sense Uncle Ying's fluctuations, it's better for us to go back and meet him." A man approached and asked, bowing his head.

Tong Ling waved his hand and said: "Only that one person in this group has some strength, and the rest are not enough." Now that Uncle Clan has dragged that person, then why should we converge? Besides, that person's strength is not ordinary, it should have something to do with Fang Liyan, if we go over, once it is affected ......"

A red-haired woman walked forward and frowned and said, "Fang Liyan! Fang Li! If you open your mouth and close your mouth, Fang Liyan, although he is recognized as the first person of the young generation, but you are not bad! You are the future Dao of our Heavenly Sage, how can you bow your head to others like this? What about your arrogance? The name of our Heavenly Saint has fallen on you, praising each other like this, stepping on yourself......"

"Enough! Yan Dance! Another man stepped forward and grabbed the woman, putting his finger to her lips and motioning for her to shut up.

"What are you doing!" Yan Wu pushed the man away, pointed at Tong Ling and shouted: "I said something wrong, I learned from him in everything, I aimed at him in everything, I was afraid of anything I got into him, I was worried when I met someone he knew, and I couldn't tolerate others to say bad things about him, what was wrong with you?" Who are you? You are the enemy, what you have to do is to kill him, use all the sectarian advantages to destroy him, not fear him......"

"Shut up!!!!!" Tong Ling gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground in pain with her head in her hands.

"Ah!!! Yes!!!! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! ”

A fist frantically hammered the ground, and soon a deep pit formed on the surface, but he was still smashing desperately, and his mouth kept shouting.

That's right, Fang Liyan is his shadow, a shadow that is impossible to eliminate as long as he doesn't die.

No one understood where his fear came from, where his awe came from, but he knew it. Others thought that Fang Liyan's strength lay in his Zixia exercises, but Tong Ling knew very well that this was not the case, his strength was not because of external blessings, but because of his inner strength.

The first time I saw him that year was at the sect competition held by the Heavenly Sage, at that time, Tong Ling looked down on this group of people, because they were here to sacrifice ugliness, and the Heavenly Sage sent the Daozi at that time, Jing Ziang, to meet the battle, and let him kill with one blow, and let him challenge the true disciples of other large sects. At that time, Jing Ziang was just building three layers of foundations, it was normal for the super sect to cross one layer, and it was a demon to cross two layers, so crossing three layers was naked contempt.

However, at that time, Fang Liyan stood up, and his cultivation at that time was to build the second layer of the foundation, and he still broke through on the spot. Tong Ling still remembered that he was smiling the happiest at that time, he felt that this was the last struggle of those so-called large sects, in order not to lose the frame of the true disciples, he specially sent a person to send him to death, it was really ridiculous, it was really sad.

At that time, there was no change in Fang Liyan's expression, there was no fear, no anger, and no arrogance that a genius should have, he just stood quietly and looked at Jing Ziang seriously.

At the moment of the fight, Tong Ling will never forget that his most beloved brother Jing Ziang did not take the other party's life in one fell swoop, and it was even more strange that he couldn't score with Fang Liyan. I have to admit that it was the most exciting battle he had ever seen, Fang Liyan's cultivation was not as good as Jing Ziang's, and his powerful spells were not as good as Jing Ziang's, but Fang Liyan's control of the battle, and the control of every penny of aura, he was like playing a game of chess with Jing Ziang, whenever Jing Ziang wanted to make a big killing move, he cut it off in time, and whenever Jing Ziang's move had the slightest loophole, he caught it in time, and really did not leak.

That battle ended in a draw, and both of them ran out of aura, and their means were exhausted.

As long as anyone who has seen that battle knows that Fang Liyan fought brightly, his strength is undoubted, it has nothing to do with any exercises, nothing to do with any adventures. Tong Ling will never forget Fang Liyan's expression at that time, calm, quite calm, ignoring the cheers of everyone around him, this great honor could not make his eyes change in the slightest.

Tong Ling felt ridiculous for his previous ridicule, and ashamed of his complacency, the identity of the future Daozi of the super sect. People don't take you seriously at all, they just came out of a large sect, and they have won the Dao of the Heavenly Sage without joy or pride, who can compare with this state of mind?