"Marfan?"

As soon as he fell to the ground, he heard someone shouting his name, Ma Fan turned his head and went back to see several young men and girls standing there, and it was the old acquaintance Yang Xianling who made the sound.

"Senior sister, do you know him?" asked a woman in blue next to Yang Xianling looking at her.

At this time, a middle-aged monk dressed in white next to him said with a smile: "Second Senior Sister, haven't you heard Senior Sister Yang call this person? Even if you haven't seen the image of this person, you should have heard of this person!"

The woman in blue was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This is the treacherous boy you met when you went down the mountain with Senior Sister Duan Xia a few years ago?"

"Hmm. Yang Xianling nodded.

Ma Fan secretly said unlucky, he didn't expect that he accidentally landed in the monk pile for a while, although he and Leng Momo's strength is not afraid of these monks in front of him, but now that the coalition army is stationed on the ruins of Luoyang, the princes don't know how many monks there are, once the war starts a steady stream of monks to come, he may not be at a loss.

"Haha, meet again. Ma Fan said with a wry smile.

"I knew you were bold in the past, but I didn't expect you to be so bold that you would dare to come here at this moment. Yang Xianling said with a little anger.

"Isn't it like I didn't know you were here? Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back, for the sake of my previous friendships, can you pretend that you didn't see me?" Ma Fan said with a smile.

Yang Xianling blushed slightly and said, "Who has a relationship with you?" Besides, even if I let you go, all the senior brothers and sisters will not let you go." ”

"Senior sister, don't talk nonsense with him, everyone who intercepts the remnants of the sect will be punished, everyone go together, don't let this thief escape!"

Ma Fan glared at the annoying guy, but the guy didn't seem to see it, he turned a blind eye to Ma Fan and looked at Leng Yumo and smiled: "This Daoist brother, this Ma Fan is a remnant of the sect who is wanted by the major factions, if the Daoist friend is deceived for a while, it has nothing to do with him, and I hope not to interfere with it!"

Leng Yu sighed silently and said: "Thank you for your kindness, but the little girl was careless for a while, and she also became the remnant of the sect in your mouth, and I am afraid that I can't stand by and watch it today." ”

"I don't know what to do!" I saw a middle-aged Taoist in his thirties or forties on the side of the White Cloud Sect snorted coldly.

This person, with long hair and fluttering hair, dragon eyes and tiger eyes, speaks with full of energy. Although he didn't completely release his momentum, after his four words came out, Ma Fan felt that his aura had changed greatly in an instant, and he only felt that his aura was majestic, like a river, and he was not a good one.

"This person is a master of the Yuan Infant Period, and he must have entered the Yuan Infant Stage for a while, and the woman in blue is also a master of the Yuan Infant Period. It's hard for me to deal with one person, if these two people attack at the same time, I will definitely lose, or we can escape!" Leng Yu silently sent a message to Ma Fan.

"Haha, the junior brother suddenly realized today, but he has some itchy hands, I don't know if the senior brother, the second senior sister and the junior brothers and sisters can let me try these two hands?" A red light flashed, and there was a young monk in a big red robe on the field.

"Another Yuan Infant Stage master!The strength of the White Cloud Sect is really terrifying!" Leng Yumo transmitted again.

Ma Fan's face was also very ugly, originally he thought that he was out of retreat, and he was a little master, among the younger generation, there are not many who can beat him, but he didn't expect to meet three Yuan Infant Stage masters here, and they are all only from Baiyun Sect, if you add other sect monks, I am afraid that the younger generation of Yuan Infant masters should be dozens or even hundreds. ...,

"It seems that the strength is still insufficient!" Ma Fan said secretly in his heart.

"Fifth junior brother, please take care of yourself!" said the Taoist who made Ma Fan feel uncomfortable and said lightly.

"Hehe, I don't like these things in the first place, but it's great that the fifth junior brother is willing to take it!" said the woman in purple with a smile, this smile made his only delicate appearance a little better-looking, and instantly became a beauty.

"Fifth Senior Brother, there are so many of us, why bother with them? Let's go up together, let's take them down!" The middle-aged man in white, who made Ma Fan a little annoying, spoke again.

If the two sides switch positions, and a subordinate tells Ma Fan like this, Ma Fan will definitely appreciate that person, but if this person's idea is adopted at this moment, it will make Ma Fan and Leng Yumo's situation even more unbearable, so Ma Fan has already killed this person.

"Hmph, Jindan Fifth Layer! If you really dare to rush up, Lao Tzu will kill you first!" Ma Fan snorted coldly in his heart.

"Presumptuous!" A red light shot out from the hand of the monk in the big red robe, but it flew not towards Ma Fan, but towards the middle-aged man with white clouds.

The middle-aged man in white was hit by the red light before he could react, and he was instantly knocked several miles away, and his body was still burning with raging flames, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Seeing that their own people suddenly started fighting, Ma Fan was also stunned, but he only heard the young man in the red robe say: "When will it be your turn to dictate my affairs?!"

The voice came for dozens of miles, and if the middle-aged man in white was still conscious, he would definitely be able to hear this.

Those people in the Baiyun Sect, except for the so-called senior brother and second senior sister, all looked at this red-robed Taoist with some fear, and they didn't dare to come out, let alone say accusations or the like.

And although the senior brother and the second senior sister were not afraid, their faces did not show any annoyance, but showed a natural look.

After this incident, Ma Fan suddenly had a better understanding of the White Cloud Sect and learned about the other side of the White Cloud Sect.

The red-robed Taoist didn't look at the people in the sect behind him, but locked his eyes on Ma Fan and Leng Yumo, and waved his sleeves and said, "Okay! I don't have time to give you long-winded, let's make a move!"

Ma Fan knew that this person's strength was amazing, since people were playing cards, let themselves shoot first, of course Ma Fan had no reason to say anything nonsense like not to let go, I saw a huge ball of light behind Ma Fan suddenly appeared, but it was his momentum, at this moment, because of his continuous breakthroughs, the Daomen exercises far exceeded the demon exercises, so in that ball, white accounted for more than two-thirds, and black accounted for less than one-third, but it was a little nondescript.

In fact, Ma Fan had already thought about shaping his momentum as soon as possible, otherwise his advantage of transforming his momentum early would slowly disappear. When Ma Fan's momentum climbed to the extreme, the Zixiao Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, Ma Fan's long sword stabbed straight at all, without any change, but the sword was wrapped in a sound like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar.

The breakthrough of cultivation made his sword qi thunder sound technique that touched the threshold also break through, reaching the stage of the first stage of whistling thunder.