Cui Fujun was invited by Li Qiufan to invite Shen Nian, but he didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected receipt, he was in a happy mood, and he couldn't help but talk a lot, so he chatted with the three of them, ignoring Jian San and Li Qiufan who were the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, as if the fighting methods of the two of them were lightly revealed.

Li Qiufan listened to their tirade, and said that it was the avenue of heaven and earth, and he was inexplicably a little irritable in his heart, and he became more and more angry, this is not a group fight when he was in school in the past, it seems that there is tension, and a big war is inevitable, but the bosses of both sides meet, shake hands, light a cigarette, and settle things in a few words, and then go back to their own homes, find their own mothers, like a ridiculous farce, but now it is not the students fighting, but this thief called Jian San, regardless of the indiscriminate status, self-sustaining identity and Taoism, is about to kill his partner, and he has to suppress himself, this evil breath can be swallowed by others, but Li Qiufan can't swallow it!

No matter what the Three Emperors Palace you are, even if Daozu comes in person today, he Li Qiufan will let Jian San give an explanation! A loud shout interrupted their conversation.

"Cui Fujun, the disciple asked you to come up, so that you can help me fight!"

The scene suddenly froze, and Cui Fujun said with displeasure: "This matter is all a misunderstanding, I have fought all of them, no one was injured, and Jian San's losses are much greater than yours, so let's stop here." ”

Being able to make good friends with the Three Emperors Palace, and even possibly win a powerful arm for Yin Si, no matter what Cui Fujun thinks, he feels that he has earned it, so he reprimanded Li Qiufan mercilessly, hoping that he can accept it when he sees it, and don't get an inch.

Li Qiufan grinned, pointed at Jian San and said: "Yes, as long as he and my partner, those three ghosts will apologize, slap themselves twice, and apologize for his words and deeds, I can not blame the past for today's incident!" ”

Jian San suspected that he had heard it wrong, and now that the master and the two elders of the Three Emperors Hall were here, even Cui Fujun had to give three points of face, you junior, what kind of thing is it, so he sneered: "Apologize to a few sneaky ones?" They're worthy too?! I dare to say, do you dare to take them three evil animals? ”

"And you! The disciple of the Pantheon Palace, as the descendant of the Supreme of the Daomen, is entangled with sneaky demons all day long, I didn't ask you for an explanation, you actually let me slap myself and apologize, you really take yourself seriously?! ”

The old god of the Sword Monarch is there, his hands are in the wide sleeve robe, and he ignores it, the smiling Buddha and Tiefutu are also a lofty expression, and there is even a trace of contempt and playfulness in their eyes, with their eyes, they can naturally clearly see through Li Qiufan's Taoism, a weird little mage, the tablet of the Heavenly Master, the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortals, at a young age, it is indeed a rare cultivation material, and the future is immeasurable, but in their Three Emperors Palace, the most important thing is this so-called genius, at this age, it is not uncommon to have the Tao of the Heavenly Immortals, It is only in the secular magic world that he will think that he is a talent.

But if it is too rigid, it is easy to break, this truth, this kid actually doesn't know, it can be seen that his city is too shallow, he is self-willed, and he has no eyesight at all, he is destined to not go far, it coincides with troubled times, people like him, it is easiest to become a victim of the catastrophe, thousands of years later, who will remember his name?

So the three of them didn't move, because they knew that Cui Fujun would handle it well.

Cui Fujun did not disappoint the three of them, and scolded coldly: "Enough! Li Qiufan, for my sake today, don't mention it again, for the sake of the three ghost generals, offend the Three Emperors Palace, are you crazy!? ”

Li Qiufan smiled, and suddenly felt that the yin he had always respected in the past was just like that, interests were what they valued, and the little thoughts in his heart were no different from a child's sloppy tricks.

Cui Fujun's eyes swept away, and the three ghost generals suddenly knelt down like chaff, and quickly knelt down and said: "My lord, we think that what Fujun said makes sense, let's forget it, anyway, we are fine, it's just a misunderstanding..."

Li Qiufan looked at the three ghosts and said expressionlessly: "I said, I can't do it, if you think it's okay, then get out!" Go to the Yin Division with Cui Fujun to get a good errand, maybe one day, you can become a Yin God, and when I see you, I have to pay a salute and incense! What a chance! ”

When the three ghosts heard this, they immediately panicked, and hurriedly said that they would not leave Li Qiufan no matter what, and their tone was extremely sincere.

Li Qiufan said coldly: "Then stand up, then close your mouth and watch, there is no place for you to talk here!" ”

Turning around suddenly, Li Qiufan frowned a little, and recited the mantra of returning the gods, Cui Fujun was stunned, and the divine thoughts were sent back to the gods of Yin Si by an invisible force.

Before the divine thought disappeared, Li Qiufan saluted Cui Fujun and said bluntly: "Congratulations to Fujun Shenjia, you don't care about this matter, then I will ask for an explanation myself!" ”

Cui Fujun's face instantly turned black and blue! But before he could speak, his divine thoughts had been forcibly forced back by the rules of the Great Dao.

The four people in the Three Emperors Hall looked at each other, this mage named Li Qiufan, wasn't his brain bad because he was beaten? Dare to be so rude and presumptuous to Cui Fujun?

Li Qiufan glanced at the Heavenly Master Sword that was suppressed to a range of activities with a diameter of less than two meters, like a trapped beast's Prison Suppression Sword, and ordered the Heavenly Master Sword to defeat it as soon as possible, and then pulled out the Longquan Sword with a bang, the cold light shone, and pointed to the sword three: "I heard that your little hell is not the real one, I want to meet the real little hell sword formation that your ancestor exchanged for his life!" ”

The corners of Kensan's mouth twitched, and he looked at the master with an inquiring gaze.

Jian Jun made a 'hoa' sound in his throat, and said lightly: "Since he wants to see it, it doesn't hurt for you to show him, young man, you just don't know the height of the sky, it's easy to be self-righteous, although you are my disciple, but you are much older than him, just replace his master, teach him how to be a man, so as not to destroy the century-old reputation of the Pantheon Palace in the future." ”

Kensan licked his thin lips, his eyes narrowed in a dangerous arc, his palm pressed against the sword box, and a sharp Qi emanated from the slowly opening sword box.

"Haha, interesting! Li Qiufan, in order to prevent some old immortals from destroying the fighting methods of the two of you, we will help you watch them first. The monk touched his smooth head, the Zen staff was pestle, the Buddha's power penetrated the body, his nostrils were buttoned, his eyes were locked on the smiling Buddha, and he said: "The great monk, who is also a member of the Buddhist sect, and you are from the three palaces, the Dharma must be exquisite, why don't you teach me too?" ”

The smiling Buddha still had a smile on his face, and shook his head lightly and said: "I'm not good at teaching the Fa, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the little monk, you have a true Buddha and a living Buddha on your body, and you are much stronger than me, and you really don't have the face to get an axe in front of them." ”

The monk laughed loudly and said: "It's okay, to be honest, I can't listen to any Zen machine Buddhism, the teacher's preacher uncle often talks about lotus flowers, and the other senior brothers listen to it like a drunk, like a spring breeze, but I, every time I doze off, because of this matter, I have been punished, so I won't talk about Buddha today, let's talk about fists?" ”

The Laughing Buddha nodded like Maitreya Buddha and said, "Good! ”

When the words fell, the Arhat Law condensed like an entity, floating behind him, and the monk of the First Ring pursed his lips, this great monk actually suppressed the realm and was ready to fight with himself in the position of Arhat.

Twelve took a step, and with a bang, the Jin Dou Mixed Yuan stick thudded into the ground by half an inch, and pointed at the Tiefutu and said, "His strength seems to be relatively large, leave it to me." ”

The stunned sting pulled out the spring thunder, without saying a word, and pointed at the sword monarch indifferently.

In this battle, everyone actually agreed that they did not let the stone participate in the war.

Jian Jun simply closed his eyes, yawned, bored, Tie Futu put his hands around his chest, facing Twelve, who was comparable to his own stature, full of disdain.

"Okay, then... Do it! Li Qiufan cut his fingers, the blade of the sword was bloody, and he chanted the spirit sword spell, and for a while the sword chanted greatly, the sword gang bloomed, and his feet stepped on Tiangang to fight, and his body turned into a lightning bolt, and he slashed at the sword.

The sword was drawn with three hands, the sword box was opened, and a black magic sword with a palm thick, pitted, barely a little sword shape flew out, and collided with Li Qiufan's seven-star dragon spring, and in an instant, sparks splashed, and the sword exploded, as if a thunder sounded on the ground, and the black magic sword was actually shocked back more than half a meter.

Jian San's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "What a Seven-Star Longyuan Sword of Maoshan with a hidden dragon as the spirit, it is a big weapon!" It's just that in the hands of this kid, you have insulted its prestige, the only one in the world, with the genus of spiritual weapons, the spiritual weapon that can compete with the artifact, you can only use less than one percent of its power! ”

Li Qiufan was holding back an evil fire in his heart, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to his comments, so he bullied himself, and the Longquan sword moves were accompanied by a loud and high-pitched dragon roar, and the golden sword gang formed a big net and shrouded away.

Jian San's expression was indifferent, the black magic sword was in line with his mind, and the defense was tightly matched, and one after another, the ghostly ghost qi that was a hundred times richer than before spread, and it became more and more amazing, the surrounding air condensed black frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wisps of netherworld ghost qi penetrated everywhere, burrowing into the big acupoints around Li Qiufan's body, and his Gang Qi circulation also slowed down.

Li Qiufan drew the Dao Sanyang Ascension Talisman into his body, and the ghostly aura was immediately expelled, but then, the surrounding scene suddenly changed suddenly, it was obviously the end of spring, but there were snowflakes falling, and Jian San sat playfully not far away, the black magic sword in mid-air was suspended, constantly exuding the ghostly aura.

"Shhh There was a snowflake on each other, slashing across Li Qiufan's cheeks, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his face, and the biting chill instantly made half of his face unconscious.

The storm suddenly came, the snow fell, and it fell overwhelmingly, Li Qiufan touched his face, it was indeed blood, he was really injured, it was not an illusion! The blizzard was about to come, Li Qiufan hurriedly cast the Great Golden Light Divine Spell, the golden light protected the body, and the snowflakes fell on it, and there was a sonorous sound of iron colliding, and every snowflake fell, the golden light was weakened by it.

"Quick Fix!" Li Qiufan understood that this should be one of the swords in the Little Hell Sword Formation, if he wanted to win, he had to knock down the spell-casting sword three as soon as possible, and his body rushed forward, but as soon as he landed, the snowflakes on the ground suddenly exploded, and one after another sharp ice spikes burst out, if it weren't for the golden light protector and broke the ice thorns, this time, Li Qiufan would be stabbed to the heart!

Puff puff!

The blizzard fell, countless ice spikes protruded, and the ground under Li Qiufan's feet rose rapidly, forming a towering iceberg in an instant! Jian San stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at Li Qiufan like an ant, only to see his two fingers volleying into the void, the iceberg seemed to have spirituality, and countless ice thorns turned into a hideous ice dragon roared up, attacking in all directions, and at the same time, an iceberg was also suppressed.

The cold wind was like a knife, Li Qiufan felt that the qi in his body was about to be frozen, wiped his two fingers over the sword body, and recited a mantra: "Southern Vermilion Bird, the chief of all birds, the Dan cave is reborn, the blue sky is ringing, the five colors of strange colors, the six images of the gods, the Lingguang Shenjun, come to guide me!" Chi! ”

Ling Guang, who was far away in Longhu Mountain, suddenly felt something, smiled slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, a cluster of quintessential Vermilion Bird Divine Flame penetrated the space and fell into Li Qiufan's body.

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