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This bear spirit obviously didn't expect Fang San to refuse, and there was still a trace of consternation on the bear's face.

"Why?"

"The master said, if you can do it, try not to beep. Fang San nodded, obviously taking his master's words to heart,

"Ha! Do you think that if you cultivate to a higher level than me, you will definitely be able to win?" the bear spirit shook his head, and there was still a look of regret on his face the last moment. The next moment was full of fierceness, and on the palm of Pu Fan's big hand, the sharp claws went straight towards Fang San.

"Ah!" Ye Xiuhan covered his eyes, not daring to look at this scene. She seemed to have foreseen the scene of Fang San's head separation.

Ye Xiuhan plucked up his courage and opened his eyes, but he saw a very strange scene.

The spark's spur, the sharp claws did not pierce Fang San's body. In front of Fang San, a golden barrier appeared. Around Fang San, the golden barrier gradually revealed its full form, like a large bell in a temple. The pair of sharp claws that tore through the five big men in an instant, but they couldn't even move an inch.

This scene has greatly subverted Ye Xiuhan's cognition. Everything here, including the bear monster and Fang San, had already enlivened Ye Xiu's cold heart that was pursuing the world. The knowledge of space, molecular structure, heat, biology, and perhaps time, if it were to be spread, would shake the whole world.

"Those bald donkeys' bell jars, it seems that you are also prepared. The bear smiled and put away his paws.

The next moment, the magic weapon as small as a bracelet roared and hit the golden bell jar.

The bell roared, and the surface of the golden bell jar actually appeared with a slight crack.

The bear smiled proudly, waved his palm, and threw the bracelet he had just collected in his hand again.

Rumble.

The bracelet collided with the golden bell again, and it shattered the bell.

The golden debris was scattered in the space, and in this windless world, it gradually drifted in the air, and finally slowly disappeared.

Fang San was broken by the tremendous force and took a few steps back.

"Those bald donkeys' golden bell jars are difficult to block the two blows of this bracelet, this is really a treasure. The bear looked at the bracelet in his hand and muttered to himself.

Xiong Zhenjing looked up at Fang San and said with a grin: "The vajra cover is gone, is there any other way for you to resist the blow of this bracelet?"

Fang San shook his head with a look of regret, "This Vajra Cover, but I spent a few months of my savings to buy it. It seems that if I can't subdue you this time, I'm really going to lose money. ”

"Your life is almost gone, are you still thinking about money?" Xiong Zhenjing sneered, and here he took out the bracelet and headed towards Fang San.

Fang San jumped up from the spot, jumped three or four zhang high, and the Nine Palaces Bagua figure appeared under his feet, Fang San stayed in the air like this, his two fingers were like a paintbrush, and he drew in the air.

"Is it useful to draw talismans?" Xiong Zhenjing's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up, not understanding what Fang San was doing again? Ordinary monks need cinnabar yellow paper to draw talismans, and the spirit is used as a basis. However, a monk like Fang San, who was already standing at the top of the three mundane realms, could draw qi into a talisman and draw in the void. The three levels of qi, spiritual cultivation, and soul cultivation are the three stages before a monk becomes a saint. People have different qualifications, and the time it takes is also different.

At a young age, this kid has already cultivated to the stage of soul nourishment, which is equivalent to the consummation of the five senses of Buddhism. This is a realm that ordinary monks may not be able to achieve even if they practice for hundreds of years, and it is really enviable.

Demons are different from humans, they are enlightened and take a long time. And even if he gains spirituality, a lonely monster like Xiong Zhenjing is not as good as those of the same kind of demon clan with a heritage. Even though he had been practicing for 800 years, Xiong Zhenjing had just reached the stage of cultivation.

Xiong Zhenjing recently obtained a secret method of the demon clan, which was obtained by robbing the cultural relics in the museum. If he cultivated in this way, Xiong Zhenjing was confident that he would break through the three mundane levels in one fell swoop in three hundred years and enter the first realm of the six realms of immortality. At that time, you will be able to get the qualification of the Demon Garden, and it is not impossible to become a demon king in the future. This is the reason why Xiong Zhenjing would rather give up the magic weapon to buy peace?

Xiong Zhen squinted his eyes finely, looking at Fang San's edict that loved you in front of him.

In the past eight hundred years, Xiong Zhenjing had not seen those monks who had drawn all kinds of charms under the slogan of Tianxingdao, but none of them were as strange and obscure as the talismans in front of Fang San's eyes.

"This is the Ancient Demon Script!" That's right, one of the words in that talisman is exactly the same as the Ancient Demon Script recorded in the secret method. Xiong Zhen was shocked, this Qingyunzi actually knew the ancient demon script! The demon clan has been lost for a long time, and even the demon emperor in the demon garden does not understand the ancient demon script.

What is the origin of this Qingyunzi?