The two of them made up their minds, and under the attack of swarthy gravel, they quickly moved towards the cave.

However, after only two steps, he had to stop.

Not far behind them, there was another entrance where three people broke in, but it was Fan Yicai, who was holding a stick in his hand, and two fellow disciples.

But any monk with a little common sense, when he saw this scene, he would probably shrink back in fright to protect himself, but these three people didn't look scared at all.

"Hahaha...... What should I be so lively, but it turns out that the two seniors are playing swarthy. ”

Fan Yicai Shi Ran played with the stick, waving it in a hula, but he regarded this weapon as a toy.

"Heh! Fan Daoyou is really leisurely, in the face of so much swarthy, he is still in the mood to watch the play. ”

The ancestor of the Wan family wanted to say that he was playing monkey show, but because he had to dodge the swarthy attack, he was too lazy to talk to the other party.

"Haha...... Why don't you watch the play......" Fan Yicai waved the wooden stick and knocked all the gravel above his head into the air, and then said unhurriedly: "Where is it fun to enter the play!"

"Fan Daoyou is really joking, don't look at it now it's just a gravel attack, this is just a tentative measure, no matter how late it is, you can't run away if you want to, this swarthy prestige, don't I need to say more, right?"

A flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the Wan family, and he almost scolded the other party for being a fool.

Fan Yicai still looked careless, "Isn't it just a few little animals, our people from the Sea Spirit Sect are used to it, it's not surprising." ”

In the next moment, his eyes suddenly became cold, "It's the two, it's much more interesting than that little animal, let's have fun together!"

As he spoke, the wooden stick in his hand was like a flying arrow off the string, attacking the two people back to back, with a sense of wanting to make each other a meat skewer.

"The surname Fan, you have a kind!"

It's all at this time, even if you don't align, you still dare to stir up trouble. Are they too long?

The ancestor of the Wan family blushed, took out a one-zhang-long spear and wrapped it around the wooden stick, and after turning around a few times, he gave the wooden stick to Fan Yi like lightning before shooting back.

He used at least eighty percent of his spiritual power to fight back, and the wooden stick was three points faster than the momentum just now.

He wanted to know what the other party's expression would be like when he saw himself being stuck with his own wooden stick.

However, Fan Yicai's performance once again refreshed his perception of this young man.

He just shouted the word "stop" lightly, and the stick stopped an inch in front of his chest as if he had received an order.

The weapon in the old man's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and his originally expressionless face couldn't help but be shocked, "Is this a fairy treasure......?" How could it be that you have a fairy treasure that has long since disappeared and is unique?"

In this world, there are very few people who can possess an eighth-level spiritual treasure, which can be said to be rare, not to mention the legendary immortal treasure-level attack weapons.

Such a weapon already has a certain consciousness, and it is not impossible for it to grow and upgrade itself, and even by devouring its own powerful body of the same kind, it is not impossible to eventually turn into a divine weapon.

The wooden stick in Fan Yicai's hand looked a little bumpy, very ordinary, like a broken wooden stick that was randomly pulled out in the mountains and forests, but he didn't expect it to be a kind of camouflage, and it was a fairy treasure weapon that the world dreamed of.

The head of Yanjia, who originally had some reservations, couldn't help but breathe heavily at this time, and simply said two words, "him!"

The two of them released their own big moves with a tacit understanding, and they no longer had reservations.

The three people of the Sea Spirit Sect on the other side are not stupid, they will not stand stupidly and be a target for them. The three of them chose a triangular formation, and the disciples of the sect were like the left and right arms, standing in front of Fan Yicai respectively, firmly guarding him behind.

It's a long story, but it's just a matter of moments.

Regarding the joint attack of Yanjia and the two, the three of them will not wait to ignore it, and they have also used their own tricks, and the two sides have come and gone, and the fight is lively.

For a while, the narrow valley was full of thunder and fire, mountains and rocks, and those swarthy swarthy people who were originally in the wait-and-see stage seemed to be infected, jumping around in a commotion.

With a swarthy swarthy man with a pinch of white hair on his head, he waved his arm, "Ahhhh

All the swarthy seemed to have received the order to charge, and hula came out of the stone wall. The dense number, the scalp hair of the people who watched, the whole canyon was like a black coarse cloth blanket, which was extremely depressing.

However, no one on either side of the fight could detect all this, or rather, unintentionally found out. As the competition heats up, there are already people who have seen blood, and one distraction is the desperate situation of dying without a place to bury, and no one can afford it.

Even Fan Yicai, who had a somewhat relaxed look before, was a little irritable at this time. These two old men couldn't attack for a long time, which made him very unhappy.

With the action of the white-haired black swarthy jumping down the canyon, the rest of the swarthy black did not dare to show weakness, and followed closely while roaring.

Like a surge, the overwhelming blackness soon surrounded the five people.

When the first white-haired and swarthy man jumped on the back of the head of Yanjia, the competition that was originally evenly matched was instantly broken.

Fan Yi saw the opportunity quickly, and the Lingbao wooden stick in his hand instantly erupted a three-zhang long fire dragon.

The fierceness of the fire is a little more exaggerated than the normal fire. Wherever it passed, the boulders turned to ash, and the air was distorted by the waves of fire.

With such a fire, it is a joke that the spiritual power is shrouded in front of it.

Seeing that the head of Yanjia was about to die in the sea of fire, it was the ancestor of the Wan family on the side, desperately at the risk of being slashed, reached out at the moment of crisis, pulled him a hand, and decisively gave it a knife when the white-haired black swarthy was about to bite off his neck.

The death of the white-haired black swarthy did not stop the attack of this group of swarthy people, on the contrary, it also inspired the beasts in their bodies (. . . Sexuality.

One, two, three or four, a dozen, an infinite number of ......

One by one, they jumped up and attacked the five with their claws.

Fan Yicai's spiritual fire just now didn't work, and he didn't care about the trouble of going to those two old men again at this time, but turned to look at his two fellow disciples.

"Give me the itching powder and antidote that Heavenly Venerable has rewarded. ”

He beat the swarthy swarthy swarthy with a wooden stick, and unquestionably stretched out his hand to ask for it.

"It's young, I'm sorry, before leaving, Tianzun and his old man specially explained that he can't provide you with anything unless it is a matter of life and death. ”

That itchy powder was prepared by Tianzun for the demon beasts encountered in this experience. It only takes a little bit to spread ten to hundreds, and the denser the group beasts, the more effective it is.

The two attendants refused too completely, so that Fan Yicai couldn't save face, "Since that's the case, then let them bite it, I want to see, if you leave me, what can you two do to save yourself." ”