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With one punch, he blasted the old man who wanted to attack him out, but he still didn't understand the hatred in his heart, kicked his foot in the air, and immediately caught up with the old man who flew out.

"Oh yes! What kind of magic weapon was used to bounce the tongue of fire back from the musket? The scar on Bu Pingfan's body was still painful, because the Immortal Killing System had not yet recovered for him, and the system was eager to fuse and activate the Immortal Killing Equipment, so it did not help him recover the scar in the first place.

He pursued the old man with burning pain, and when he was about to catch up with the old man, he was shocked to find that the old man had disappeared.

"Damn, hiding again? System Jun, hurry up and play the surrounding scene map in my mind, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, looking at everything around him, he can still lose you. ”

Bu Pingfan thought of using the survey function of the immortal-killing system to capture the traces of the old man, because the survey can not only gain insight into the wind and grass of five kilometers, but also photograph everything in five kilometers, just like a 360-degree panoramic camera, which can survey everything in five kilometers at any time.

At the moment when Bu Pingfan was stunned, the void behind him surged, flooding with energy fluctuations, and a hand with a white arc quickly poked out, directly taking the position of Bu Pingfan's chest.

While!

A metal touch sounded, and the old man's palm with a white arc was tied to Bu Pingfan's golden immortal-killing equipment.

"Die!" The old man spoke resentfully, and when the arc of his palm touched Bu Pingfan's body, he was stunned.

"Impossible! This is the top-grade spell "Lei Lingche", but it can't penetrate him? Or is this shiny shirt on his body a defensive spirit treasure? The white-haired old man looked frightened, took a few quick steps back, and hid again.

"Want to run? No way. Bu Pingfan turned around quickly, holding a bazooka in his hand, it was the tracking bazooka, and the scope quickly sensed the figure of the old man, and then pulled the trigger.

Rumble!

The cannonball broke away from the muzzle of the cannon, roared, and shot straight at the old man with billowing gunpowder smoke.

Sou

When the old man saw that the situation was not good, he immediately hid and disappeared into the void.

On the screen of Bu Pingfan's concentrating system treasure bag, the traces of the white-haired old man had already been discovered, and he was about to use a spell ten meters above him, and he was about to use a spell to swoop down on Bu Pingfan's Heavenly Spirit Gai again.

"Do you want to use this trick? Watch out for being bombarded by rocket artillery! Bu Pingfan muttered, and then bounced in the air, shaking from side to side.

The white-haired old man's pupils contracted, and he quickly moved his body in the void, looking back at a ball of fire that followed.

"What is this? And that kid can actually detect the old man's traces now. The old man didn't pay attention to Bu Pingfan's bounce, and quickly hid again, trying to avoid the firelight behind him.

Bu Pingfan was still flicking indiscriminately, like a swallow soaring lightly, although he made this boring action, he was actually staring at the picture on the screen of the system's treasure bag, and kept watching the traces of the old man.

"Old fox, it's really fast, and I've dodged the bombardment of the tracking bazooka several times in a row." Bu Pingfan saw the picture on the screen of the system treasure bag, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

The relative speed of tracking the bazooka is far less than the speed of a cultivator refining the void, and at the same time, the immortal cultivator of this refining realm, whether it is a divine stone or a physical body, is not something that ordinary magic weapons can shake.

The white-haired old man continued to hide in the void, and then reappeared, unable to dodge the rocket artillery attacks.

……

High in the sky, on the top of the Zhuxian Pagoda, the black shadow can be seen clearly, and there is very little information about the mysterious magic weapon "rocket artillery" that burns with blazing flames.

"What kind of spiritual treasure is this? How come this Dao Monarch has never seen it in the spirit world for tens of thousands of years, and he has never seen this kind of magic weapon in the human world. ”

Also high in the sky, higher than the black shadow, two aliens were talking about the battle between Bu Pingfan and the white-haired old man.

"Bet, I'm sure that kid wins, so I'll bet on the "dry essence" in your pocket, how about it? ”

"Good! Then I want the "Luohan Xuan" in your pocket, and I bet that the white-haired little old man can win. ”

"No way!" Luo Han Pu "is a holy medicine that is difficult to find in my own clan for thousands of years, and it is of no use to you." You find another item. ……”

The rise of the two aliens was talking, and there were three sleeping people suspended behind them, who were Liu Shiyu, Fat Man, and Mu Wan'er.

……

Below, on the periphery of the Zhuxian Pagoda, the ninety-nine immortal cultivators of the God Transformation Realm released powerful divine stones, and clearly saw the scene of the battle between Bu Pingfan and the white-haired old man.

"See? The Tyrant is confronting the immortal cultivators of the Void Refining Realm. ”

"I see, Bu Tyrant, a monk in the realm of transforming gods, dares to confront an immortal cultivator in the realm of refining void, it's really boring."

……

These immortal cultivators were chatting hotly, and there was a group of Yuan Infant Stage monks left, staring dryly, not knowing why.

Just when Bu Pingfan was fighting against the white-haired old man, thousands of meters away from the periphery of the Zhuxian Pagoda, a group of immortal cultivators rushed in again, and if Bu Pingfan saw it here, he would definitely recognize it.

This group of cultivators is none other than Wuchangguo, a monk from Qingyuemen, led by Murong Qianqian, who has unspeakable entanglements with Bu Pingfan.

"Senior Sister Qianqian, there are two forces colliding in the sky, and the Tyrant and another immortal cultivator are at war."

"Huh! An immortal cultivator in the realm of refining the void? I can't imagine that there are immortal cultivators who can still refine the void realm in the human world, and it seems that the above battle can be known without guessing. ”

In the team of the Qingyue Sect, there are several elders of the God Transformation Realm, who are learning from the God Transformation Elders of other sects, and they also release the Divine Stone, watching the details of the battle between Bu Pingfan and the white-haired old man.

Murong Qianqian frowned, her cultivation was only in the infancy stage, and she couldn't release the distance that could survey thousands of meters in the air.

"It seems that without my help, he will also die at the hands of that immortal cultivator in the Void Refining Realm. You ...... damn it" Murong Qianqian looked up at the sky, staring at the white clouds and the sun dazzling high in the sky.

Just when all the immortal cultivators thought that Bu Pingfan was inferior to the white-haired old man, Bu Pingfan was still beating at will, and the white-haired old man was not in a hurry, he could also calm down and consume with him.

"Look at how long you can flash this old immortal? I don't believe you're going to wear it out with this homing bazooka. ”

Bu Pingfan was very confident that the white-haired old man would not be able to consume it, and he would attack this rocket launcher at any time.

In fact, when the white-haired old man dodged the tracking rocket launcher for the fifth time, his old face twitched and he was red.

"The old man doesn't believe that this is a peerless spiritual treasure, and he can ask for the old man's life if he touches it?"

The white-haired old man was ruthless, pinched the trick with both hands, played a few tricks, and instilled a mysterious power in his hand, then clenched his fists, stopped at a high altitude, and waited for the rocket artillery to chase after him.

"Die!" Five seconds later, the old man snapped off and threw a punch.