Wang Fan's eyes swept away, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking, among them were twenty Yuan Infant Stage cultivators and five God Transformation Stage powers.

This is the strength of the fourth-level cultivation country, and a fourth-level cultivation sect in the Cangyue country has such strength, not to mention that there are two other fourth-level cultivation sects in the Cangyue country.

Although the strength is a little weaker than that, as long as there is also one god transformation stage monk among them, a total of ten god transformation powers cannot be said to be close to ten god transformation powers, this is the complete strength of the Cangyue Kingdom.

If it could, the Cangyue Sect would send a few people casually, and it would be easy to devour the surrounding third-level cultivation realms.

However, due to the order of the sixth-level cultivation realm, no one dared to disobey it.

The moment these monks appeared, they turned into a fan shape and surrounded Wang Fan and the others, with a look of unkindness.

If you didn't know the strength of this old man, you would have to kill Wang Fan and the others on the spot.

Seeing this, Wang Fan silently leaned over the old man, after all, his own strength was really not enough in front of so many people.

Now I can only look at this old man with a mysterious origin and unfathomable strength, after all, he brought him here, so he has to be responsible for himself!

These Cangyue Sect monks looked at Wang Fan and the two of them, and their divine senses did not shy away from it.

However, immediately after, there was an uncontrollable astonishment in their eyes, without him, when their divine consciousness approached Wang Fan's body, they were blocked by a mask.

Their divine consciousness seemed to touch a vast ocean, and no matter how hard they tried, it had no effect.

As for the old man on the side, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, his eyes froze, and suddenly a huge power emanated, and the divine consciousness that came from him flew back upside down.

Suddenly, some of these lowly cultivators snorted involuntarily, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of their mouths.

Seeing this scene, a middle-aged monk wearing a blue robe walked out, this person had a ruddy complexion, but he was not affected by the old man just now, but he had a strange temperament.

After he walked out, he groaned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "The two of you broke my Cangyue Sect's great array for no reason, if you don't give a reason, don't think about leaving today." When he said this, he made no secret of his murderous intent.

Hearing this, the old man laughed out loud and said in a deep voice, "Oh, are you serious?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's whole face turned pale, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his face, especially when he felt that he seemed to have lost control of his body, and there was an uncontrollable look of horror in his eyes.

The rest of the surrounding monks naturally also discovered this, and they all showed horror on their faces, knowing that this person was one of the best god powerhouses in their Cangyue Sect.

Seeing this, the old man showed a satisfied face, withdrew his pressure, and said half-jokingly: "What, are you still serious with me?"

The monks of the Cangyue Sect showed displeasure one after another, but they had to endure it if they were angry again, and the old man on the other side was no longer something they could deal with.

Especially the middle-aged monk, the jealousy in his eyes became stronger and stronger at this time, but he did not come back to the old man's words.

Seeing this, the old man returned to his original state, pointed at Wang Fan and said, "I'm not here today, I'm just here to do him a favor!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged old man turned his gaze to Wang Fan, and said in a deep voice: "This fellow Daoist, I Cangyue Sect is very much about you, what kind of hatred do you have!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan was silent for a while, his hands moved slightly, his hands pinched again and again, and suddenly a spiritual power shot out from his fingertips, and then turned into a spiritual power vortex, with a trace of electric arc emerging in the middle, and finally produced a silver thunderball.

At the same time, Wang Fan suddenly spoke: "I have heard for a long time the name of the power of the Cangyue Sect, and the juniors have come to ask for advice?"

As the saying goes, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The worst of those present all had the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, so they knew that Wang Fan's move was not simple, but in the eyes of the middle-aged man and other Divine Cultivators, it was nothing more than a slightly larger ant, and it was not at the same level as them at all.

At the moment when the thunderball rushed out, the middle-aged monk in the blue robe suddenly loosened his originally jealous face, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Don't measure yourself!"

As he spoke, his right hand was a little empty, and suddenly the space he clicked on suddenly collapsed, revealing a black hole.

The corners of his mouth twitched, not knowing what he was reading, and then he shook it towards the void.

Suddenly, a wind dragon was born in the void, and the moment it appeared, it immediately roared in the sky, and rushed towards Wang Fan's thunderball.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's heart moved, and the thunderball suddenly stopped, and the law in his hands suddenly changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Points!"

Suddenly, the thunderball strangely diverged, trying to bypass the attacking wind dragon and rushing towards the middle-aged monk.

However, the middle-aged monk snorted coldly, and the invisible wind dragon opened its mouth and roared, and suddenly an invisible wind rushed towards the thunderball.

"Boom, boom......" Suddenly, Wang Fan's thunderball suddenly exploded.

At this time, the disdain in the middle-aged monk's eyes became even stronger, and his heart moved, and suddenly the invisible wind dragon rushed towards Wang Fan.

Seeing this, Wang Fan frowned, and was about to retreat, but a voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Don't move, carefully understand his Dao meaning!"

Hearing this, Wang Fan couldn't help but hesitate, and then he made a decision, believing that this old man of unknown origin was just like that, standing in place, motionless.

It was too late, it was too soon, and the wind dragon had already come to Wang Fan's body, but it was the old man's awe-inspiring blow that greeted it.

I saw that the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and suddenly the wind dragon paused slightly, and there was a strange thing that was caught out, and he said with a big grin: "What are you doing with such a heavy murderous heart! Harmony makes money..."

Seeing this, the complexion of the middle-aged monk and the god power next to him suddenly changed, and the jealousy in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

At this time, the wind dragon was already close to Wang Fan's body, and suddenly Wang Fan felt a huge impact force hit Wang Fan's body, and even entered Wang Fan's mind.

However, there was no harm to him, Wang Fan knew that the old man had made a move at this time, otherwise it would definitely not be like this.

Immediately, Wang Fan felt that he was in a world full of winds, and the most of them were the cold and bleak autumn winds, which brought him a sense of desolation.

This sense of desolation soon infiltrated his heart, and even with his spiritual power, Yuan Ying, and even his heart were a little sluggish.

Wang Fan knew that the Dao meaning that this middle-aged monk had comprehended was the meaning of desolation, and the spell he had just cast was a basic spell that everyone could use.