Li Yuan is well-informed, and he can always see the monks of the Mahayana and even Mahayana in the sect, and now he sees Fan Yao's gestures, the cultivation is condensed but not dispersed, and every move and every style, it seems direct but contains countless changes, and it is appropriate to describe it by returning to the basics.

He only felt that this Fan Yao was growing all the time. Since the resumption of the big battle on the town's side, it has only been less than three days, and this Fan Yao has made great progress. It's incredible to think about.

Could it be that Fan Yao's secret method could allow him to increase his cultivation in a short period of time? But he couldn't think of a reason, so in desperation, he could only ask bluntly.

Hearing Liyuan ask like this, Fan Yao felt that there was nothing to say.

One of them is that he has a secret, and the people close to him can't put it into his mouth, so how can he confide in a life-and-death enemy like Liyuan.

The second is that Fan Yao had seen the casualties on the Dajing side clearly just now, and there were only three people left in the 5,000 cavalry, including Liu Haimao, Li Jingang, and Wang Fengnian, and now there are only about 20 people left in the Dajing monks, which can be described as heavy losses.

The grudge is deep, and it is already a common hatred. Fan Yao can still laugh and talk with Liyuan from time to time, but his personality dictates it.

Since the death of his parents when he was a child, he has been displaced without relatives, and he knows his own feelings, all of which have long made Fan Yao learn to hide his true emotions.

However, at this moment, Fan Yao was already resolute in murder, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense, and even the tips of his hair had a burning feeling.

But the more this was the case, the more indifferent Fan Yao became, and after asking without answering, he just smiled at Liyuan and the others.

This smile made Li Yuan even more angry, and said, "If you have something to say, what do you always laugh at?"

Fan Yao thought for a while, laughed even louder, and then said: "I was born strong, as long as I don't die, I will laugh wildly." Liyuan, what can you do to me?"

After choking Li Yuan speechless, Fan Yao continued: "Brother Li, this small town within a radius of several miles has now added tens of thousands of unjust souls, these are your masterpieces, don't you think you should go down and talk to those people?"

Li Yuan sneered and said, "It's just tens of thousands. I think back then, when you fought with Xiluzhou, hundreds of millions of people died in this country, and what could you do to Xiluzhou in the end?

Fan Yao shook his head and smiled: "This time and that time." In the future, everyone in this world will know that if they want to offend my Dajing, they must pay a price, and the price that will make him feel painful! What do you think?"

Li Yuan was silent, glanced left and right, and whispered: "If this Fan Yao used some secret methods, the time should be about the same now." Listen to me, and then slay him in one fell slew in one fell swoop. ”

The Fuli monks nodded slightly, and then scattered in all directions, surrounding Fan Yao in it, waiting for Liyuan's order.

Fan Yao's cultivation was profound, and he heard what Li Yuan said clearly, and immediately let those monks surround him in the center, and then said, "Are you all ready?"

The monks looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know how to answer.

It was just a boring move, and seeing that no one answered, Fan Yao didn't mind.

Stretch out your fingers together and point to the abyss.

"Liyuan, if you are willing to let go of the battle with me, your Fuli monk may be able to survive a few people. It's up to you to have the courage or not. ”

Li Yuan levitated the flying sword in front of him, looked at Fan Yao intently, and said when he heard the words: "The secret methods and forbidden techniques in this world have a time limit, Fan Yao, with your current state, I see how long you can maintain it." ”

Fan Yao suddenly felt bored, this Liyuan was always preconceived, and he was very arrogant. What he recognizes, he feels that it is a matter of course, and he never allows others to justify it. This is true for the enemy, but it is also true for one's own side.

I wanted to wait for a moment and a half, and when I started to do it, it was undoubtedly a naked slap in the face.

But Fan Yao looked at the Dajing monk in the distance, and saw that he looked tired, even if many monks took the pill, their injuries were still not optimistic.

In a trance, Fan Yao seemed to see Ying Xiong standing behind Chu Liang, looking at his junior brother with concern, and then raised his head again, looking at himself and smiling slightly.

Beside him, there are still many friends he knows, yes, friends, not Taoist friends, not junior brothers and sisters who lie about their age. To this day, Fan Yao prefers to call them friends or comrades-in-arms, but it is a pity that a friend shouts out, but he does not hear a response.

Those people were hazy, including Du Jing, Zhang Qixiang, Tong Ziqiang, Sun Lingyun and many other monks who were already familiar with Fan Yao.

They looked at Fan Yao with a smile, waved their hands, and their bodies turned into little fireflies, floating away without a trace.

Fan Yao rolled up his tattered sleeves, wiped the warmth from the corners of his eyes, and muttered to himself, "It's useless." Actually, when you left, I deliberately didn't go to see you, because I couldn't stand that kind of suffering. Your shouting is actually a farewell to me, right? Ladies and gentlemen, please go, I'll be busy with some more business, and when I'm tired and tired, I'll go and drink your wine, and drink the celebratory wine I promised you!"

The voice is extremely gentle, and the words are full of affection. But this abnormal behavior made Monk Fuli dare not act rashly, lest the hidden danger of Fan Yao's suppression of the secret method of cultivation would explode, so that there was some problem with his consciousness.

Although the voice was small, the monks of Dajing could hear it clearly, and one by one their eyes swept over the corpses on the ground, their faces were dull and miserable.

Seeing this, Wang Fengnian suddenly said: "Helper, now is not the time to express some emotion, our comrades-in-arms can't die of grievances, don't you?

The voice reached Fan Yao's ears, which made him feel shocked, put away his full of resentment, smiled faintly, and swept his eyes towards the surrounding Fuli monks.

The crimson gaze made the Fuli monk creepy, as if he was being targeted by a hungry beast.

Among these monks, the one who knows Fan Yao the most is Kong Zhaowen, and he looked at Fan Yao's actions at this time, and a sense of crisis exploded, washing over his whole body, so that all the cold hairs on his body stood up.

He looked left and right, and wanted to remind everyone with words, but when he thought of Liyuan's stubbornness, he didn't listen to what he said, and he might have to humiliate himself again.

At the moment, he quietly moved his steps back a few points, looked around without a trace, and secretly planned an escape route.

In fact, Kong Zhaowen still underestimated Liyuan. Under Fan Yao's move just now, he killed more than a dozen low-level monks on the Fuli side, if he continued to fight fiercely, maybe Liyuan would feel a little more at ease.

But now, Fan Yao stood in the middle of the scene without being impatient or impatient, leisurely, not at all like using the secret method to be free for a while, so that Li Yuan felt alarmed, and at the same time felt in his heart that he might have misestimated Fan Yao's ability this time.

In this moment of confrontation, Liyuan's mind was like electricity, starting from the first time he met Fan Yao, scene after scene flashed in front of him, until finally he gradually coincided with Fan Yao who was standing proudly in front, and he actually felt that everything was unreal.

The progress Fan Yao has made in the past three months is difficult to describe in words. If it weren't for the fact that he was in danger several times and survived several times, Li Yuan would have thought that Fan Yao had deliberately suppressed his cultivation and came to this game.

In strong contrast to Fan Yao, is his current situation.

From the time I first arrived in Dajing Wuhaishan, I thought that this battle was easy and freehand, and I was able to capture it until now, and I began to be timid, looking forward and backward, which can not be described as ironic.

The battle in Qingwa Town made Liyuan's heart have been lost, and he was frustrated several times under Fan Yao's hands, which made him even more confused.

Fan Yao didn't know what Liyuan was thinking, and he didn't bother to think about it. After waiting for a while, he couldn't help but lose patience when he saw that none of the Fuli monks dared to come forward to declare war.

After looking at it for a week, he couldn't help but look at the red-faced Yuanying late stage monk named Chong Wenliang, gritted his teeth, and said, "I remember that this benevolent brother said when he first came to Wuhai Mountain that he wanted to find a place to live here for a long time. I don't know if you have found that piece of feng shui treasure, I can call the shots about this matter, and you will stay here in the future, and you will never have to go back to Fu and leave. ”

As Fan Yao's voice fell, Chong Wenliang suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if there was an invisible shackle imprisoning him. Shocked, he hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, there are all Taoist friends to help me." ”

Fan Yao deliberately locked Chongwen Liang with the martial soul, and at the same time, he was also pondering the more effects of the martial soul in addition to making the cultivation condensed and more powerful.

Without waiting for Fu to make a move, Fan Yao took a step forward, and with the power of the flames, he swayed the sword intent of the dragon to the fullest, and the sword qi collided violently with the air almost instantly, making a thunderous roar.

Chong Wenliang roared, and the flying sword went head-on, and at the same time, his body fluttered left and right, so that Fan Yao couldn't figure out where he was.

These are all useless works for Fan Yao, Chong Wenliang, who was locked by his divine sense, reflected in Fan Yao's mind, and those methods used to confuse the enemy have become a joke.

Without the slightest hesitation, the sword intent pointed to the wind and knocked Chong Wenliang's flying sword away, Fan Yao's body shook, and went straight to Chong Wenliang's true body.

A few Fuli monks next to him came to the rescue, but they were all retreated by Fan Yao with a punch.

"Don't worry, kill Chong Wenliang, and it will be your turn to wait for the head. ”

Chong Wenliang didn't fight Fan Yao head-on at all, but ran away, he didn't dare to run away, he just flew around the town, and the monks were far away from Fan Yao with magic weapons.

The encirclement that has just formed is just a joke at the moment.