"Senior Brother Fang, he has already married Dan. "The voice of Yue Linglong's communication came from the dialect's ears, and when he investigated and cultivated, Yue Linglong's clear eyes were much more effective than the dialect's disillusioned eyes.

Fang Yan knew that Senior Sister Yue cared about herself, so she turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, and then glared at Leng Yue: "What are you?" ”

Hearing this, Leng Yue was furious, and immediately urged the flying sword in his hand, and at the same time, a ripple suddenly enveloped Fang Yan, enveloping Fang Yan into his domain in a moment.

No one in the entire hall was shocked when they saw this scene, and they exchanged their heads and ears.

Although the dialect also has a lot of means, it is said that he also killed a Void Dan monk at the beginning, but today I am afraid that it is also more auspicious. ”

"Well, I also heard that at the beginning, Fang Yan only relied on a high-level demon clan rune treasure to kill Poison Luo by surprise, in terms of cultivation, he was much worse at the beginning, and now he is facing the Jindan Great Monk, although it seems that it is not long to get rid of the Dan, but it has been consolidated, and Feng Haitian has made a bloody investment. ”

"If Fang Yan still has a high-level rune treasure, it's not hopeless. ”

"Fu Bao is not so good, Fang Yan can get one is already a blessing, not to mention that Brother Jindan is not a Void Dan Monk, even if it is a Fu Bao, it is difficult to hurt the root. ”

"In that case, it's going to be a problem this time. ”

Zhou Wenwu and Wan Xiushan were silently communicating, while the Mo Ling Sect's first monk looked at the cold moon that released the realm, and his face didn't know whether it was envy or jealousy, that was the power that only Jindan monks had.

Several of Ji Yaoguang's fellow disciples and brothers are also stupid now, their age is not much different from that cold moon, but now they can already be called geniuses when they build a foundation, what should the cold moon that has been married be called?

Elder Taishang also showed a trace of consternation, and then covered up his past, squinting his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The eyes of several cultivators of the same rank fell into the eyes of Feng Haitian, who had been paying attention to them, and this Sect Master of the Sealing Yuan Sect showed a slight smile at this moment, with an expression of victory.

The strength of the cultivation realm is respected, in terms of sects, Taiyi Sect and Fengyuan Sect are on par, no one is afraid of anyone, they are both young sect masters, a Jindan monk and a foundation building monk are very different, he can't think of any reason for Mo Ling Sect to refuse his Fengyuan Sect's courtship, and agree to Taiyi Sect, as for the trapped dialect, it has long been out of everyone's consideration.

"Just want to trap Fang Mou?" When everyone was disagreeing, a loud voice suddenly came out, could it be that the dialect trapped in the domain still had the power to resist?

Even if everyone in the hall does not have a knot, they all know the horror of the Jindan monk, if they are trapped in the realm, the casting of spells will be greatly restricted, and in turn, the realm master can greatly increase the power of their spells, in their hearts, dialects should not have the slightest power to resist.

But the scene in front of them completely subverted their conjecture, they were trapped in the realm, and the dialect that should have been caught unexpectedly took a few steps, and a crack appeared in the domain of the cold moon in an instant, and in a few breaths, it was burst by the dialect.

Leng Yue's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, with a frightened look in his eyes, others didn't know, but he felt it, Fang Yan didn't use any spells at all just now, and just relied on the strength of his body to break through his domain, even if his domain had just formed, it should never be so easy.

Even if his master Feng Haitian can't do this, could it be that Fang Yan is also a monk Leng Yue was startled by the strange idea that came up with her.

The dialect that had just broken through the realm did not use any magic weapons, but just punched straight towards Leng Yue, and a fresh and pure wood-based mana surrounded the fist.

"Wood Emperor Fist?" Nangong Yu is no stranger to this spell used by Fang Yan, it is his younger brother Nangong Mu's favorite spell at the beginning, it is one of the spells that comes with his family's treasure Aoki Lock, now that Nangong Yu has built a foundation, he has long looked down on these magic weapons that were originally regarded as the most treasure, but he didn't expect a Wood Emperor Fist to be so powerful in Fang Yan's hands, is this still his family's Wood Emperor Fist?

The deepest feeling for this fist is Leng Yue facing the dialect at this moment, it seems to be a bland punch, Leng Yue feels that he can't avoid it, a fist shadow has sealed all his retreats, seeing that the fist is already close in front of him, Leng Yue used his mana to suppress the injuries in his body, and immediately urged the flying sword to stand up a sword shadow in front of him, and secretly said in his heart Even if you are strong, can the fist still be hard My flying sword can't be successful.

Leng Yue's mind dialect was clear, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, the fist in her hand remained unchanged, and she went straight towards Leng Yue's sword shadow.

I only heard a miserable scream, a punch, just one punch, the flying sword in his hand that had already been knotted was knocked away by Fang Yan, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his expression suddenly withered.

"What kind of exercise is this, why didn't I sense anything, then the cold moon was knocked away. ”

"Leng Yue is a Jindan monk, could it be that this dialect is also a Jiedan monk?"

"No, he didn't use any Jindan cultivation at all, it seems that he just relied on his strong body to fight the enemy. ”

"The flying sword in Leng Yue's hand is a medium-grade treasure, Fang Yan actually struck it out with a fist, and he hasn't been hurt at all, oh my God, what kind of body is this?"

"Senior brother, I'm not dazzled. ”

The first to buzz was the three generations of disciples of the Moling Sect, the self-confidence that had just been hit by Leng Yue was only a moment before the dialect came to a heavier blow, the dialect was also a person, when they were already the best of the three generations of disciples of the Moling Sect, the dialect was just getting started, when Nangong Yu had already built the foundation, the cultivation of the dialect was only the fourth layer of qi refining, but today the dialect was injured by a Jindan great monk.

"Senior Brother Zhou, was this dialect really only for Qi refining and cultivation at the beginning?" Wan Xiushan asked Zhou Wenwu with a look of disbelief.

"That's right, I personally imprisoned his cultivation, there is absolutely no mistake, could it be that he has some adventures and has cultivated a strong body?"

Only Feng Haitian, the sect leader of the Fengyuan Sect, reacted the moment his disciple was just knocked away, a magic weapon quickly covered Leng Yue, and at the same time took out a pill to quickly let Leng Yue take it and refine it, seeing that his disciple stabilized, Feng Haitian's eyes narrowed, and looking at Fang Yan, there was a terrifying light in his eyes.

No wonder Rong Hao was injured under your hands at the beginning, Wu Xiong didn't take you down, and later he was able to kill the Ten Thousand Poison Sect Poison Luo, I think you rely on this strong body. ”

The cold words slowly came out of Feng Haitian's mouth, and those who were familiar with him knew that this was a manifestation of Feng Zong's initiative and true anger.

However, Fang Yan ignored these: "What, Sect Master Feng, is there anything else?"

"Arrogant enough, I thought I could run rampant in the world with a strong body, if this is the case, then the cultivation realm has already become the world of demon beasts, remember in the next life, don't be so ignorant. ”

Before the words fell, a small tripod in Feng Haitian's hand floated out, and the dialect was shrouded below in an instant.

"Dinghai Ding?" A few exclamations sounded, the dialect didn't know this little ding, but there were people in the hall who knew it, Dinghai Ding was the natal magic weapon of Feng Haitian, which had been bred for hundreds of years, and today it was used by a junior monk for the dialect, could it be that the dialect had made him afraid of it? But thinking about the strong body of the dialect just now, everyone felt that Feng Haitian's practice was very normal, comparable to the body of a fifth-order demon beast, and it was very appropriate to use such a magic weapon.

Until this moment, everyone did not find out the true cultivation of the dialect, only that the dialect refined some kind of heaven and earth spiritual object, and the physical body was strengthened, after all, the cultivation and promotion is not as simple as the physical body, even if the spiritual energy is abundant, it still needs to be cultivated to be promoted, otherwise, how can there be a lack of spiritual energy in the sect, and the Jindan monks have already left the streets, how can they be as noble as now.

As soon as Dinghai Ding came out, Fang Yan realized that this was a superb treasure weapon, and it also gave birth to a soul of the instrument, which was not worse than his own mountain stone array, and it was only a line away from the spiritual weapon, if it was shrouded, it was much more difficult to deal with than the realm of the cold moon.

"The flesh, who told you that I am going to rely on the flesh. Fang Yan shouted, the mana in his hand flowed, and the two decanter mines instantly condensed, and shot towards Dinghaiding above his head with a whoosh.

(Thanks to the encouragement of the two Taoist friends of 'zhangjun0961' and 'blue blue sky', in recent days, Baisha has not been able to land in Zongheng, and the book review area cannot be restored.