Xin Lan looked at the scene in front of her and was silent.

What is a demon?

In Xin Lan's view, the demon clan is a kind of crooked and evil people, the place where the demon beast changes the most extensively, people are also demons, and demons can also transform people, since ancient times, good and evil are not separated, and the demon path has always been the mortal enemy of the righteous path.

However, he never expected that his master would have such a demonic side, there may be some hidden secrets in it, he didn't know, but from the scene just now, he could see an extreme madness.

There is a huge gap between this and the master who is light and indifferent to anything on weekdays, and the ravines like heaven and earth are difficult to associate together.

"Magic is an ultimate pursuit!"

"However, it will make you lose yourself in its world, and become a demon who can only kill and chase people, but this demon is not another demon, and the demon path owned by the teacher is because the teacher has the right path in his heart, even if he is a demon, it doesn't matter!"

Xuan Qing's bland words came.

I saw that his face was lonely, and there was not the slightest demonic nature on his body, just like other people, he had an ordinary appearance, a strong cultivation, and a disciple's master.

This scene is completely different from the previous master of the fallen demon path, it is completely two people and two states, but at this moment, Xuanqing, with a sense of vicissitudes on his body, walked slowly.

Although his steps are slow, he seems to be walking in life, walking step by step, looking step by step, seeing his life's experience, seeing his life's pursuit, and his life's hope.

It is precisely because of these that there are vicissitudes in his body.

Xin Lan looked up at Xuanqing, the whole person trembled, and knelt down for Xuanqing.

This scene, many people don't understand.

But more people understand the meaning, the meaning is different, but the essence is almost the same, some people know why Xin Lan kneels to Xuanqing, and some people don't understand that Xin Lan will kneel, but there is no reason for things, and there is no speech.

"Lan'er"

A heavy voice came from the Xin Mansion behind Xin Lan.

"If you really understand, turn your hands into divine weapons, use them, and destroy all foreign enemies, and your home will always be your dependence. ”

The patriarch of the Xin family walked out of the mansion and stood at the door, followed by several people, whose cultivation was much higher than that of ordinary monks, but much weaker than those who were gifted.

Rely upon!

When Xin Lan heard this, there was a different feeling in his heart, this feeling, he hadn't tried it, but he had always wanted to have it and longed for its existence, but he had never tried it.

That's the power of a home.

As soon as he was born and when he became an adult, the first person he saw was not his parents or his relatives, but his master who had accompanied him for 30 years.

He has longed for a life with parents since he was a child, but there is no time to practice, and after 30 years of practice, his parents... may have passed away, or there may have changed, but he has never found a trace, a trace of home.

Xuanqing stood on the roof of the Xin Mansion, looked at the depressed Xin Lan, and shook his head slightly.

The wind blows from afar...

"Fang Yun"

Xin Lan's eyes changed, revealing a sense of unkindness.

It was the second time that he had been defeated in the hands of Fang Yun, and I had to say that Fang Yun's swordsmanship was very powerful, and the realm of the unity of man and sword was also shocking.

"It's just a battle, it's not over!"

His tone was flat, there was no sense of obsession, there was not so much hatred in his eyes, and there was a new feeling at the moment.

"You don't need to do it, you don't need to care about my master. ”

Xin Lan looked at Fang Yun with a hint of battle intent in her eyes.

Xuanqing in the distance looked at Xin Lan and nodded slightly, he didn't want to insert it in his heart, just now, he just shot directly because Fang Yun wanted to kill Xin Lan.

"Hmph, so... Okay, if Fang can defeat you once, he can defeat you again, if it weren't for your master's face, you would have been..."

Fang Yun stared at Xin Lan with unkind eyes, he had a great chance just now to kill Xin Lan in one fell swoop, but he was disrupted by Xuan Qing's strength, and now Xin Lan proposed that he naturally want to fight, and he will defeat Xin Lan again.

However, he was also nervous in his heart, if he hit hard, Xin Lan's master behind him might make a move, and if he found that Xin Lan was seriously injured, he might not feel good.

Beat?

Or kill?

He was hesitant in his heart.

"Humph!"

Xin Lanren stood in place, his eyes flashing slightly, his left hand raised slightly, and he grabbed towards the void.

Bang!

As the roar came out, I saw the void in front of Xin Lan twisted, and something flew out of it, turning into a ball of white light, and flying towards Xin Lan.

It was a pair of spiritual weapons that came out of thin air.

It is a pair of fists, with a large number of spirit stones on it, but the appearance is tiny, it looks like a lot of them, inlaid on it, dense, so that people look at it, they feel that it is an extraordinary thing.

Xin Lan looked at her fist, and her eyes showed a strange look.

His Avalanche Fist is just an ordinary martial arts, but it is all fragments, but he has three styles of boxing, and he has comprehended one style by himself, combined with all the changes in form, and then has one more style.

In terms of power, it is naturally extremely powerful, if it can be combined with fist and palm spirit weapons, it can burst out with powerful power, even if it is a monk with a higher cultivation than himself, he can also hurt the opponent.

"Xin only threw three punches, Fang Yun, if you can take it, Xin Lan will admit defeat by herself, if you can't take it, you are not dead, then you are lucky. ”

Listening to Xin Lan's bland words, Fang Yun's face sank, not because of Xin Lan's cultivation, but because what he said just now was too arrogant.

Take him three punches.

He had already received more than three punches before, and now with a spiritual weapon, he could greatly increase his boxing skills, let alone three punches, even if it was six punches or nine punches?

"Hmph, arrogant, okay, Fang Mou will take your three punches today, see if your three punches are powerful, or if Fang's body is hard enough. ”

Fang Yun sneered.

Three punches?

In some places outside the Xin Mansion, those scattered cultivators heard about it and felt that Xin Lan was a little arrogant, just now, they witnessed with their own eyes that all three punches of Xin Lan were punched, and it was not necessarily that Fang Yun was beaten half to death!

"This son is arrogant, but unfortunately, there is a powerful guard behind him, if something happens, there are people to help solve it, and I don't know when he can help!"

"Arrogant people, not as good as Fang Yunqian, Yi Luo's opinion, Fang Family Fang and cultivation, mental superiority, there is a child can be compared"

"Three punches, if it is ten punches, let Fang Yun stand still, maybe this is possible. ”

There was a lot of talk all around.