Some of the monks who knew the flame saw the clue and hurriedly opened their mouths and shouted.

"Fellow Daoists, stop, we don't want to be enemies of the Wuji Sect!"

Hearing this, Hu Jinwan sneered: "Bullshit Wuji Sect, fat man, I am a member of Haotian Sect, annoying my Brother Fan, none of you can leave today!"

With that, he raised his hand and threw out a handful of rubble, and then disappeared into the same place as an afterimage.

The moment it appeared, several monks vomited blood and were seriously injured, and the rubble turned into human forms and fought with the monks.

Petrified Spirits!

Zhao Hai said coldly: "You are the little thief god Hu Jinwan?!"

"It's the fat man!"

Hu Jinwan laughed, raised his hand to attract a piece of rubble, and the moment the spell was played, the gravel gathered together, and a spirit rune was even pasted on the gravel.

It's another means of petrifying spirits, but this time it's no longer humanoid, it's a stone dragon!

The hideous stone dragon roared angrily, and when it collided in the crowd, the monk with a low cultivation level was knocked out of the way.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Hai shouted angrily, and the barbed whip in his hand slammed into the stone dragon.

But before the whip touched the stone dragon, Su Fan's figure had already appeared on the other end of the whip, and the speed was jaw-dropping.

"Smack!"

Su Fan grabbed the whip, and the barbs on it shattered even harder.

"You will die today!"

Su Fan's tone was cold, and he pulled the whip in his hand directly to his side.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Hai's eyes, he didn't expect Su Fan to have such a means in this Qi refining period, but when he wanted to pull the whip back, he couldn't pull it back.

On the contrary, he himself was dragged by the whip, and two deep marks were drawn under his feet.

This is his natal magic weapon, how can he let go easily.

"Physical cultivation!"

When several monks in the merger period saw this wood, they also exclaimed in their hearts.

You must know that the rarest thing in the cultivation realm today is physical cultivation, after all, not every monk can become a physical cultivator.

Just cultivating a rare treasure of physical cultivation is enough to train five or six genius cultivators, and the major sects naturally know how to make a choice.

No wonder it is the cultivation of the Qi refining period, it seems that this young man's physique is very good.

By the time they came back to their senses, the distance between Su Fan and Zhao Hai was less than three zhang, and the barbed whip couldn't bear to gamble, almost all the barbs on it were crushed by Su Fan, and none of them were intact.

Zhao Hai was shocked, and with a single move, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed directly at Su Fan.

"Smack!"

Smoke and dust flew all around, but the traces under Zhao Hai's feet were already getting longer.

Rayfa is useless?!

Zhao Hai was extremely surprised, and when he looked at the smoke and dust, he was already in front of Su Fan, staring at him with a cold and peerless face.

"Die!"

Zhao Hai was furious, and the thunder in his hand kept flickering, directly hitting Su Fan's chest.

If you were to be another monk, you would be seriously injured if you didn't die if you didn't die.

But Su Fan stared at Zhao Hai in front of him with a flat face as if he was nothing, and a hand slowly fell on Zhao Hai's shoulder, twisting it lightly.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound came from Zhao Hai's shoulder, and then his entire arm suddenly turned into a blood mist.

With just one blow, Zhao Hai was already seriously injured.

Zhao Hai, who had lost an arm, suddenly let go of the hand holding the whip, and retreated back with a scream, bleeding from the wound on his arm.

"How is that possible...... You are in the Qi refining period, how can you hurt me!" Zhao Hai roared in pain.

Su Fan didn't speak, but put away the whip magic weapon and looked at him with a calm face.

Several monks around him controlled the flying sword to sneak attack, pointing directly at Su Fan's heart.

Su Fan turned around indifferently and casually held the stabbing flying sword, using a little strength in his hand.

"Boom!"

The flying sword was split in an instant, and several monks also vomited blood and flew out.

The natal magic weapon is actually broken like this?!

What is the origin of this person in front of him, who is so terrifying that he can easily crush the magic weapon with his bare hands?

"Junior!"

The distraction period monk of the Sword Heart Sect, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly spoke: "Let's stop here, I don't think it is easy for you to spare your life when you cultivate your mind, and you will join my Sword Heart Sect in the future, and you can choose the exercises at will." ”

"I can do the same with Taoyuan Valley, and I will keep you from dying today!" another white-haired distracted monk shouted.

The remaining few Distraction Stage cultivators looked at each other, and then retreated, they had the background of the Sword Heart Sect and the Taoyuan Valley, and it was impossible to cultivate a body cultivator.

Hearing the words of the two, Su Fan chuckled, walked up and stepped on Zhao Hai's chest.

In the next moment, Zhao Hai spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Su Fan in horror.

"It's okay for me to join, kill everyone in this person's sect, and I can naturally join you. Su Fan pointed at Zhao Hai at his feet and said with a smile.

The Distraction Elder of the Sword Heart Sect frowned, and glanced at the Taoyuan Valley Distraction Stage Cultivator next to him.

"Elder Tianfeng, what are you going to do?" the Sword Heart Sect Distraction Elder sneered.

The Tianfeng Elder of Taoyuan Valley shook his head and said, "That's it, you Fuyang Zhenren have spoken, I naturally won't be an enemy of your Sword Heart Sect, it's just a body cultivation, let's kill it." ”

The two of them who cherished their talents suddenly became murderous at this moment.

Zhao Hai was originally a genius disciple of the Sword Heart Sect, but now that he was abolished by Su Fan, he stepped on his feet and humiliated, which was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Sword Heart Sect.

Seeing that his plan to kill people with a knife was unsuccessful, Su Fan didn't take it to heart.

If it really succeeds, then it is called a ghost.

"Huh!"

Fuyang Zhenren raised his hand and waved, and seven flying swords suddenly flew out behind him, and the surrounding temperature also dropped suddenly.

Seeing this hand, Elder Tianfeng was surprised: "Ice Cold Spirit Sword Technique?!"

"This junior is a physical cultivator, and it's just right to use the Ice Cold Spirit Sword Technique to deal with him!" Fuyang Zhenren snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I only cultivate to the seven swords, if the eleven swords come out together, even the combined cultivator will have to give in!"

With that, seven ice flying swords flew and fluttered in mid-air, moving with the magic trick in Fuyang Zhenren's hand.

In the next moment, seven flying swords came straight towards Su Fan, and the speed was fast.

Before the monks around them could react, their bodies were already covered with frost.

Su Fan looked at the flying seven ice swords, his face changed slightly, and he kicked Zhao Hai out directly, facing the ice cold spirit sword.

No one expected this one, even if Fuyang Zhenren wanted to stop, it would be too late.

"Bang!"

The Seven Ice Swords immediately pierced through Zhao Hai's body, instantly turning Zhao Hai into an ice sculpture, and when he fell to the ground, he was already torn apart.

The ice sword didn't stop there, and still came towards Su Fan.

"Ants are looking for death!"

Fuyang Zhenren was furious, and the seven flying swords bloomed, and the sword qi came out horizontally.

Su Fan frowned slightly, and directly greeted him with both hands into fists, and his speed was not much better than that of the flying sword.

"Jump-"

As soon as the punch fell, a flying sword exploded in mid-air, and countless ice chips flew out, seriously injuring many monks around them.

But Su Fan didn't stop, the fist in his hand seemed to be out of order, but he could hit the flying sword every time, and his body was just right to avoid the attack of the other flying swords.

In just a moment, all the seven flying swords were destroyed, but Su Fan was unscathed.

One step later, his figure was already standing in front of Fuyang Zhenren, and the coldness in his eyes made people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"You ......"

Fuyang Zhenren's pupils shrank sharply, and before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy blow in his chest, and his throat became even sweeter.

"Poof—"

With one punch, Fuyang Zhenren was seriously injured during the distraction period.

The Tianfeng Elder next to him also widened his eyes, he had been staring at Su Fan just now, but he had never found out how the other party had come over.

Terror!

Su Fan withdrew his fist and said coldly: "None of you can leave today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into the midst of a large group of monks.

The screams were also completely resounded at this moment, making people's scalps tingle.

Almost none of the monks gathered here were Su Fan's opponents, and they all fell to the ground with serious injuries and vomiting blood under one punch and one palm.

"Run! This guy is not a Qi Refining Period cultivator, he hides his cultivation!"

"Master save me, I don't want to die. ”

When the surrounding monks saw Su Fan, who was like a god of war, their eyes were full of fear and retreat, and they didn't have the slightest intention of fighting.

What about a large number of people?

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

After half a cup of tea, there was no monk around Su Fan who could stand, and even if many spells bombarded together, they still couldn't hurt Su Fan at all.

Hu Jinwan was stunned for a long time, looking at Su Fan who was killing in all directions with a shocked expression.

Obediently, how strong is Brother Fan's strength?

After a while, Su Fan stopped and looked at the people who fell to the ground around him with a flat face.

This is the second time he has made such a free move, and the first time was when he was in the Shrine of the Gods.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a loud Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and the few distractions on the edge who did not dare to make a move were all respectful, and even with a hint of joy.

The power of the merger period is coming!

They were saved!

I saw a middle-aged monk in a white robe and bald head walking slowly, the Buddha light on his body was reflected, and the aura flew out, healing those seriously injured monks.

"Master of Bitterness, do it quickly to get rid of this demon!"

Elder Tianfeng had already been frightened, and when he saw the bitter secret monk coming, he hurriedly shouted.

The rest of the monks also cast a look of hope, since the masters of the out-of-body and distraction periods can't beat them, then the merger period is absolutely fine.

The bitter recipe is the temple protector King Kong of Mingxin Temple, and his cultivation has already reached the peak of the merger, so it should be no problem to deal with a body cultivation with hidden strength.

Su Fan also looked at the bitter recipe with a curious expression, wondering what this monk wanted to do.

I saw Ku Jue walking slowly, and the Buddha light on his body was also retracted, and then he bowed down and bowed respectfully to Su Fan.

"The little monk has a hard time, and I have seen Su senior. ”

Monks: ???

What's the situation?

Did the master of the bitter recipe know this body?

What is the name of Senior Su? This body cultivator doesn't look very old.

Su Fan frowned and said, "You know me?"

"Amitabha, a thousand years ago, the little monk once followed the master to meet his predecessors, and he remembered the demeanor of his predecessors that day. "Kujue put his hands together and said sincerely.

"A thousand years ago?"

Su Fan suddenly opened his mouth and smiled: "You are cultivating the Immortal Zen, who are you, the old monk Fafan?"

Fa Fan, the presiding officer of Mingxin Temple, is also a powerful person who cultivates longevity and Zen, and Su Fan also instructed Fa Fan to practice back then.