Stepping down the stone steps, Lin Fan strolls between the mountain trails.

A rain cloud drifted in the sky, scattering the scattered raindrops on Lin Fan's green cheeks.

There was a faint fragrance in the mountains, refreshing people's hearts, and when he looked up, Lin Fan found that the emerald green mountains and forests were full of blooming flowers.

He greedily inhaled this faint fragrance, and the evil qi that had been suppressed in his heart for many days gradually disappeared, and he knew that this was a change in the weakening of the influence of the original owner of his body.

The divine sense swept through the storage bag on his waist, and there were many items in the small space.

Excluding dozens of bee crystals, the tail needles of the poisonous bee are about 50,000, if it is really like what the old man in the "Yuan Magnetic World" said, these bee needles can be traded for 50,000 spirit stones, although it is not the 100,000 originally imagined, but Lin Fan is still very content.

Unconsciously, his pace quickened, and he turned a few mountain bays, and a crowded and bustling scene appeared in front of him.

Walking down the stone steps and stepping on the cobblestone path outside the market, Lin Fan blended into the noisy and crowded flow of people.

The market of Feixian Gate is very large, and there are many shops opened by the Jindan monk in the door.

The most important thing in cultivation is wealth, otherwise you will not be able to go too far on the path of cultivation because you are extremely talented.

Lin Fan carefully turned around the market a few times, and saw that there were three shops that could satisfy him.

Lin Fan chose a shop called "Baibao Zhai" and came to the door.

"Baibao Zhai" is a very famous shop in the market, the building is dozens of zhang high, and the appearance is magnificent.

Outside the door, there are several beautiful female monks who practice qi all year round to attract customers, and their delicate voices can make people soft to the heart.

These female Qi cultivators have been soliciting customers all year round, and their eyes are vicious, seeing that Lin Fan is wearing a linen robe, and the linen shoes under his feet have been fluffed, he looks poor and sour at a glance.

The eyelids were raised slightly, and no one stepped forward to take care of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't care, and stepped into the "Baibao Zhai".

The first floor of the store is large and bright, and shelves made of fine sandalwood are filled with various items.

A few well-dressed guests were laughing from time to time.

An old man stood beside them, pointing to the items on the shelves, and explained from time to time.

There was a snow-white carpet on the ground on the first floor, which made Lin Fan frown slightly.

He stepped lightly, his dusty linen shoes leaving faint footprints on the snow-white carpet.

When he came to the counter, Lin Fan was just about to open his mouth to the guy inside, when an unusually harsh voice sounded in the "Baibao Zhai".

"Isn't this my most talented Lin Fan in the Flying Immortal Sect, why did those ten spirit stones run out so quickly?"

Lin Fan turned his head to look, and among the group of guests who were laughing, a young man of his age was looking at him with disdain.

Lin Fan's memory flashed in his mind, this young man was Wu Qianshu's younger brother, Wu Qiansen.

Wu Qiansen was dressed in a white robe, with a purple-gold hairpin on his head, and a stunning woman next to him walked out slowly.

The young man's delicate face was slightly mocking.

He looked at Lin Fan like he was looking at a beggar on the street.

Lin Fan's eyes shrank, and the woman beside the young man was actually Lan Mei'er, who had been haunted by his predecessor.

The young man saw Lin Fan's somewhat pale face, and Lan Mei'er, who didn't care about it, said: "Hey, I didn't expect Lin Fan that you are losing your cultivation now, I think you want to go down the mountain to be a mortal, I think it's okay to do this, what's the matter? Let me say what is good about you, you and my elders have some friendship, you can open your mouth as much as you want, I Wu Qiansen has nothing to say, of course, your father's sword will be left as a gift for you to give my eldest brother and my sister-in-law a wedding gift, come and give Lin Gongzi ten spirit stones, and the right to go down the mountain!"

Lan Mei'er also said to Lin Fan's gentleness as usual: "It's still uncle's atmosphere, this Lin Gongzi hasn't stepped forward to thank him soon."

Her eyes were full of disgust for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said expressionlessly: "Why should I sell some items in the store and see your face?"

Wu Qiansen pretended to be surprised on his face, looked at the people watching around and said with a smile: "This shop is opened by my family, are you pretending not to know? If you want to borrow money from your sister-in-law, you use such an uninnovative excuse to say that she is my eldest brother's Taoist."

After speaking, Wu Qiansen pushed Lan Mei'er aside, put his face to Lin Fan's ear and whispered: "Listen to my eldest brother, don't look at Mei'er solemnly in front of people, she is very coquettish in bed, haha!"

Lin Fan's trembling hands calmed down after listening to Wu Qianshu's words.

He looked at the people around him and said loudly: "She doesn't care about me in bed, why don't you have anything to do with your sister-in-law!"

The faces of the people around them turned red when they heard this, and they forced their laughter.

For a while, countless versions of conjecture surfaced in everyone's minds.

Wu Qiansen's face was flushed with shame, and he couldn't fight back against Lin Fan, and Lan Mei'er on the side even covered her face with her hands and fled into the store.

Lin Fan turned around and ignored Wu Qiansen and strode out of the store, knowing that this shop was opened by the martial family, and Lin Fan would not come in if he died.

Only then did Wu Qiansen's annoyed scolding voice come from the shop: "Lin Fan, you dare to insult me, when I dare not kill you!"

Wu Qiansen drew his sword and chased it out of the store.

Looking at Lin Fan not far away, his body stepped forward, and the sword in his hand flashed with brilliance.

The sword that flickered in the cold light instantly turned into a faint breeze, and slashed towards Lin Fan without a shadow.

The "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze" in the Qi training stage can be described as fascinating in the hands of Wu Qiansen.

Wu Qiansen's face was hideous, although he had just entered the transcendent realm and had not yet learned a higher sword technique, the "Qingfeng Eighteen Swords" used in the Qi training stage were also amazingly powerful in his hands.

The sword qi that slashed out was like smoke and mist, fused in the wind, as fast as the wind.

The pale cyan sword light tore through the air, emitting a terrible roar, and the blurred sword body shook in the air at high speed, forming an arc-shaped sword mark, which suddenly slashed down at Lin Fan's neck.

Wu Qiansen's hideous face appeared, and he roared in a low voice: "The Eighteen Swords of the Clear Breeze Kill Around the Neck".

His swordsmanship was once praised by his genius brother Wu Qianshu, and he could be killed with one sword at the peak of his qi training.

The sword light flashed, and his face was hideous.

The crowd of onlookers in the market let out an exclamation.

Many monks exclaimed, "Such a young cultivator is already 'extraordinary', and this sword technique has already exceeded the realm of qi training."

Wu Qiansen felt a little proud in his heart, and became even more pretentious.

The flickering figure and the sword light in his hand fused with the whole person like a dragon going out to sea, and the ground was actually rolled up by the coercion on Wu Qianshu's body.

On the three-foot long sword, an incomparably sharp sword light swallowed endless murderous aura in the sunlight.

Feeling the sharp wind coming from the back of his head, Lin Fan didn't care.

He walked forward step by step, a few wisps of evil smile appeared on his handsome cheeks, what he was waiting for was Wu Qianshu to make the first move, and Wu Qianshu was still very immature when he played the rules.

Fang Shi dared to make the first move, he was to kill Wu Qiansen, and even his father, the Great Elder of the Flying Immortal Sect, had nothing to say.

The sword light behind Lin Fan flew into the sky like a dragon, and a sword roar like a dragon's roar emitted from the long sword.

Lin Fan seemed to see the hideousness on Wu Qianshu's face, and the moment he came to the sword light, he stabbed with his backhand.

The bowl-thick sword made a piercing sound, and the round tip of the sword and the slashing sword struck in the air.

"Boom"

A muffled thunder rang out in the air, and the air rippled like ripples.

The long sword in Wu Qiansen's hand let out a mournful roar, and the long sword was smashed into powder by Lin Fan's sword from the tip of the sword to the hilt, and the round and thick "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword was in the powder flying in the sky, and it hit him his chest.

"Ahh

Wu Qiansen let out a terrible scream from his mouth, and his body was like a softball that had been knocked away, flying back upside down in an instant, and the sound of dense bones bursting came from his body.

A thick mist of blood erupted from his mouth, staining everyone's eyes into a blood-red color.

"When"

Wu Qiansen, who flew back upside down, knocked his store out of a human-shaped hole, and the whole person fell into the embrace.

Lin Fan withdrew the big sword, carrying it on his shoulders without pausing at all, he only said with a chuckle: "Wu Gongzi, you ignore the sect regulations in Fang City and attack me privately, and you should be severely punished according to the door rules, remember to go to the Punishment Hall to receive the crime after you are injured, otherwise I will sue you for the crime of flouting the door rules."

The whole street fell silent, and even the law enforcement disciples who had just arrived stopped and did not approach.

This waste in people's hearts can defeat the extraordinary with one sword, which surprised many people.

Looking at Lin Fan's smiling face, people seemed to see a devil full of fangs.

On the third floor of "Baibao Zhai", Lan Mei'er had a complicated face, she hid in front of a half-open window and looked at the tall young man downstairs and was silent.

A ray of sunlight shone through the lattice on her somewhat pale cheeks, and for the first time she wavered a little from her choice, and she felt that she was missing out on something most precious.

Lin Fan glanced up at Lan Mei'er, who was hiding behind the window on the third floor, and the last trace of attachment to her disappeared in his heart.

This girl with a heart like a femme fatale made the last haze in Lin Fan's heart dissipate, and a sense of relief that she had never felt before appeared in her heart.

With a chuckle on his face, he whispered, "After three months, I will take back my father's sword with my own hands!"

Although the voice was small, Lan Mei'er on the third floor could hear it clearly, which made her slender palm tremble slightly.

Looking around at the surroundings full of complicated eyes, Lin Fan slowly left.

There was only his sonorous footsteps in the entire market.