At first, Xiang Fei was unaware of this space for a while, and not long after, he concluded that this was a high-level magic weapon in the magic weapon space, he had thought of many possibilities, and he had also thought that this magic weapon was simply a trap of dialects, but this thought only flickered for a moment, and Xiang Fei stopped thinking deeply.

In the end, Xiang Fei's judgment was that a distracted monk would kill the dialect, and then trap himself in it, Xiang Fei had even considered using the other party to kill the dialect and negotiate the conditions with the owner of this magic weapon, but there was no movement for several years, which made Xiang Fei depressed for several years.

Xiang Fei would never have thought that what he thought was impossible had happened back then, although it was only a divine sense power, Xiang Fei would never admit that he was wrong, this magic weapon was really owned by Fang Yan.

The shock was only for a moment, and he realized that the cultivation of the dialect was still the Yuan Infant, and Xiang Fei, who was a distracted monk, knew why there had been no movement for so many years, and he was able to trap himself here with the benefit of the magic weapon, but a Yuan Infant monk wanted to confront the distracted monk head-on, and he didn't have that strength at all.

Although he was surprised by Fang's audacity and dared to ban himself, Xiang Fei would not be afraid of a junior junior disciple in the dialect, thinking of this, Xiang Fei, who had been worried for several years, was relieved in his heart, and immediately shouted: "Fang Yan, you actually dare to ban the same sect?"

Hearing Xiang Fei's words, Fang Yan just smiled casually: "Xiang Fei, when you return to the sect in the future, you will go to the Law Enforcement Hall to complain." ”

The dialect was faint, but Xiang Fei's heart was cold, I don't know how many killings he has experienced, how can he not hear the meaning in the dialect's tone, where is the slightest intention to release himself, and immediately shouted angrily: "Dialect, do you want to keep imprisoning me?" Unless you don't return to the Heavenly Star Sect, you have all the means, and you can't compete with the sect's investigation." ”

Hearing that Xiang Fei didn't realize the development of things until now, the dialect was no longer verbose, and just said coldly: "When you take action against me, you should think about today." ”

After saying that, Fang Yan urged the Tai Xuan Flame to enter the room mixed with sword light and killing blades, and the target was self-explanatory.

"You actually want to kill the same sect? But just with these means, you want to kill a distracted monk? Could it be that you don't know the height of the sky if you kill a few seventh-order demon beasts, today I will let you know that the seventh-order demon beasts are comparable to gods, but they are only comparable. At this moment, if Xiang Fei still can't perceive Fang Yan's intentions, then he is really a pig's head, but he knows that Fang Yan wants to kill himself, Xiang Fei calmed down instead, without the previous shouting, just said slowly, and then the mana on his body fluctuated, and a defensive shield appeared, isolating many methods of Fang Yan.

The dialect didn't speak again, but just urged a few bombardment methods to continuously attack and kill Xiang Fei, as for the disdain at the corner of his mouth, Xiang Fei couldn't see it.

Of course, Fang Yan didn't think that he could kill a distracted monk with these means, and he was also a distraction monk from the inner gate of the Heavenly Star Sect, although in the early stage of distraction, in fact, Xiang Fei's strength was higher than that of the middle stage of scattered cultivation and distraction monks such as the red bald man, if he urged the maximum power of the Great Wu Sword Formation, or if it was a powerful means such as Wu Tulei, he would definitely be able to break through the opponent's defense, but this is his own magic weapon space, and if he uses these tricks, it is possible to expose the Sen Ran Scroll to a gap.

The dialect that has already revealed his breath will naturally not leave the other party with the possibility of escaping, at this moment he just wants to consume Xiang Fei's strength and patience, he has already fought with this distracted monk through the Sen Ran scroll, although there is no direct confrontation, Fang Yan also has a general understanding of Xiang Feidao's strength, if it is in other places, Fang Yan does not have the confidence to grind a distraction monk, but this is his own magic weapon space, as long as the other party does not break the magic weapon and escape, it is the water mill that slowly consumes the other party's mana, and Fang Yan can also be invincible, even if Xiang Fei Dao has a large number of spirit stones and pills that supplement mana and divine sense, after all, there will be a moment when it will be exhausted, and when the time comes, even the distracted monk will be just a chicken with hair loss.

Soon, Fang Yan realized that things were not as smooth as he wished, Xiang Fei had also played the idea of this magic weapon before, but he was suppressed by himself under several temptations, and after knowing that the owner of this magic weapon was himself, he actually made up his mind again, and in an instant, Fang Yan sensed that Xiang Fei Dao's divine sense and divine sense probed into the magic weapon, and clearly gave birth to the idea of directly seizing the control of the magic weapon, the strength of the dialect is not low, and the condensation of the divine soul is not worse than that of ordinary distraction monks, but it will not be stronger than this distraction monk of the inner gate of the Heavenly Star Sect。

Aware that under the urging of his full strength, the divine consciousness invaded this magic weapon, Xiang Fei was overjoyed, he was able to distract himself as a distracted monk's forbidden magic weapon, how could Xiang Fei not know that it was definitely not a mortal thing, if it could be taken as his own, that was the real strength of the surge, he tried to plot the magic weapon on the dialect back then, but he didn't expect that after so many years, he finally came to the opportunity, and when he didn't know that the owner of the magic weapon was a dialect, Xiang Fei didn't dare to act so boldly, and now in the face of the dialect of the Yuanying Great Perfection, Xiang Fei is confidence has greatly increased.

It's a pity that Xiang Fei didn't know the true strength of the dialect after all, let alone the mind of the dialect, at this moment, after the stalemate between the two sides for a long time, he felt the retreat of the dialect's divine sense, and thought that the dialect was not strong, and he was even more reluctant to give up, and the attack was even greater.

At this moment, the attacks around his body have been blocked from the defense, and his divine sense has already invaded the magic weapon, Xiang Fei's face has already shown joy, and he even began to fantasize about the matter of killing the dialect with a killer immediately after getting out of trouble,

After a short time, Xiang Fei found that his divine consciousness had invaded the core position of this magic weapon, although there was some surprise, but victory was at hand, Xiang Fei immediately began to erase the divine consciousness imprint left after the dialect practice, and in a few breaths, there was a result, but at this moment, Xiang Fei sensed that something was wrong, and the dialect that had been losing ground suddenly increased the power of his divine sense.

Xiang Fei, who was sitting in the room, immediately changed his expression slightly, and when he came back to his senses, he knew that he had suffered a little secret loss, and a piece of his divine consciousness had been intercepted by the dialect, and even his divine soul was slightly damaged.

"Fang Yan, I can't imagine that your divine soul condensation is not inferior to a distracting monk, but small means are only small means after all, and Yuanying Monk is not a distracted monk after all. After a shout, Xiang Fei urged the second wave of counterattack, this time it was not only the breath of divine consciousness, but also the divine thoughts wrapped in it, and the power was immediately several times greater, but this is not something that dialects can do, only distracted monks have such means.

"Xiang Fei, don't forget that this is my magic weapon, even if you have the power of divine thoughts, you can still do everything. The dialect was the interface this time, and after finishing speaking, the condensed divine consciousness was also urged to attack and kill Xiang Fei's divine thoughts that had invaded him.

Divine consciousness and divine thoughts are not the same, but in their own magic weapon space, dialects occupy a geographical advantage, after all, they still take advantage, a head-on collision is not an opponent, they can find an opportunity to sneak attack, although Xiang Fei's divine sense and divine thoughts are strong, but there is no chance to get close to the core of the magic weapon.

For a few days, the two of them spent time in the midst of your comings and goings, and for a while, no one could help anyone, it was Xiang Fei, a distracted monk, and he had to admire the resilience and strength of the dialect, although the means were a little out of the stream, but a Yuan Infant Junior was able to stand against his own divine soul power without falling behind, which was enough to make up for anything else.

If he had learned that the dialect had such strength, maybe he would have chosen another approach, that is, he would have to kill the dialect, and he would definitely not be as timid as he was because of the rules of the sect back then, if this was the case, maybe there would not be today.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as if after all, now Xiang Fei knows the strength of the dialect, but he has no chance back then, that is, he regrets it in his heart, at this moment, he can only stalemate with the dialect, and he is aware of the murderous intent of the dialect, Xiang Fei also knows that this time there must be someone between himself and this Yuanying junior brother to fall, of course Xiang Fei will not hope that it is himself.