A gust of wind rose flatly, and countless divine senses landed on Lin Fan's body in the Welcome Pavilion.

Lin Fan's footsteps that he had just raised slowly retracted, turned around and said, "But something?"

"But Lin Fan, the son of Lin Luochen?"

"Old man Bihai Chaoyin Sect Elder Jin Dan Wei smiled, show me the sword in your hand!"

Wei Yi, who was dressed in a blue robe, smiled, his face was arrogant, his eyes were staring at the long sword in Lin Fan's hand, and his palms kept rubbing in front of his chest.

Lin Fan felt the countless divine senses that fell on his body, and smiled disdainfully in his heart.

It seems that his father must have been famous back then, otherwise there is still a sword he left behind.

Wei Yi smiled and saw that Lin Fan did not react, his face was displeased, and he said, "Why do you dare to refuse the old man?"

He probed with one hand, his five fingers were like hooks, and grabbed the "Falling Moon" sword in Lin Fan's hand.

It seems like a simple grasp, but in fact, it implies subtle moves.

The Bihai Chaoyin Sect is most proficient in hand-to-hand combat, and a light grasp is like a raging wave, covering Lin Fan's body under his claws.

On the tips of the five crooked fingers, there were actually rolling waves condensed by five true elements.

The waves were only the size of broad beans, but they were composed of hundreds of layers of blade-like true elements, each of which spun at high speed at Wei Yixiao's fingertips.

The sound of the tide resounded through the sky under his claws.

The people who peeped with their divine senses actually appeared in the sea of angry seas.

The corners of Wei Yixiao's mouth curved in an arc, looking at the stiff and sluggish Lin Fan, his eyes were full of contempt.

Lin LuochenNo matter how heroic you have been, your son is a real waste.

His heart was on fire, and his fingertips almost touched the blade of the "Falling Moon" sword, I will get this sword!

His eyes were full of greed, and when he grabbed the sword body, he saw a woman dressed in white beside Lin Fan out of the corner of his eye.

Dressed as white as snow, a silver mask covered his cheeks, and a fair-skinned hand pressed lightly on the hilt of a long sword.

When Wei Yixiao's hand grasped the "Falling Moon" sword in Lin Fan's hand, the woman in white's pitch-black hair rose high, and her slender hand pressed on the hilt of the sword seemed to move slightly.

A life-and-death crisis suddenly rose in his heart, his face changed greatly, and his body quickly retreated.

Instinctively, Wei smiled and felt that even if he retreated late, what was waiting for him was fall.

Dozens of steps back under his feet, his body flashed at high speed, and the crisis that came to his heart became stronger and stronger.

Cold sweat was dripping down his cheeks, why did that white palm make him feel that life and death are in his hands.

After taking a few steps back, Wei Yixiao was about to retreat into the tall portal of the Welcome Pavilion, his forehead was bruised, and his toes stomped on the ground.

Half of his foot was submerged in the hard bluestone, and his retreating body suddenly stopped, and he spit out with a big gulp of crazy gasp, and a delicate and small shield was spit out by him in the sea of qi.

"Blue Sea Tide Sound Thousand Waves Shield".

In the angry voice, a large shield several feet high and more than one foot wide was erected in front of Wei Yixiao.

The tall shield covered his body like a mountain behind a shield full of elaborate runes.

Paying attention to Lin Fan's divine sense, at this time, the ups and downs of uneasiness, and the aura of the monks leaked out one by one.

Dozens of zhang away, on the long sword in Lin Fan's hand, a severed palm was still clasped on the scabbard.

The viscous blood line dripped from the broken place of the palm, and the blood droplets that dripped on the bluestone splashed Yin Hong's blood when they landed.

Wei Yixiao, who was hiding behind the giant shield, let out an earth-shattering howl at this time.

"My hand, my hand! someone from your Flying Immortal Sword Sect dares to cut off my palm, and today I will ask for justice!"

Ji Wuwu let out a cold snort under the silver mask and said, "If you want justice, I will give you justice, but you have the courage to take me another sword!"

White-clothed Shengxue, walking like a green lotus, Ji Wuwu lightly pressed the hilt of the sword and slowly stood in the center of the square, in the silver mask, a chilling murderous aura looked at Wei Yi, who poked out his head behind the giant shield.

Wei Yixiao, who was about to scold, only felt that his throat was cold, like a sharp sword in his throat, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, tripped over the tall threshold of the Welcome Pavilion, and his body rolled in.

Lin Fan raised the sword in his hand, his face was cold, and he said, "Which other monk wants to take a look at the sword in my hand?"

His words were not high, but they were clear enough for every monk in the Pavilion to hear.

There was silence in the welcoming pavilion, which had just been noisy.

Under the sun, the scabbard of the "Falling Moon" sword reflected a dazzling brilliance, which was like a sharp sword, cutting off the greed of many monks.

Coming to Ji Wuwu's side, Lin Fan smiled, and there was a trace of joy in his heart.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, I never thought that my senior sister would not only cultivate to be refined, but also that her swordsmanship should have the quality of being invincible!"

Ji Wuwu stroked the hilt of the sword, under the silver mask, his lips opened lightly and said: "How dare you be praised by a senior brother, but it is just a slight success, I didn't make a move just now, I am afraid that the person is already dead at this time, just let me save his life, if someone dares to make another move, I will never stop it!"

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth lifted slightly, and he looked at Ji Wuwu and asked puzzledly, "Why aren't you making a move?"

Ji Wuwu lowered his head and said softly: "No one will like a strong woman, I hope I am more gentle in front of you, and as long as I stand behind you, when you face a strong enemy, I will become your sharpest sword!"

Lin Fan stared at Ji Wuwu for a long time before he gently knocked her head with his hand and said, "You won't become my sharpest sword, you can only be my lifelong Taoist companion!"

Everyone watched, and the two spoke straightforwardly and without scruples.

At the top of the Welcome Pavilion, Wu Changkong said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "My son is getting married today, you still don't have to make trouble, that woman in white is the senior sister of this generation of disciples of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, seeing that the breath is also condensed Jindan, although the breath is still a little floating, but after all, it is also a Jindan monk, unless it is a superposition of the aura of three or more monks of the same level, so that she can't make a sword, otherwise she will be defeated under her fast sword, come, I salute you with a glass of water and wine!."

The seemingly unintentional words made the eyes of the Jindan monk who had just fallen silent brighten.

Looking at Wu Changkong's meaning, he would not stop several people from joining forces to snatch Lin Fan's sword.

Several Jindan monks, who were also from the Bihai Chaoyin Sect, looked at each other, and disappeared in the chairs and appeared in the square.

Lin Fan, who was just about to leave, saw that there were three more people blocking the way, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Could it be that a few of you also want to see if the sword in my hand is successful?"

Among the three Jindan monks, one of the oldest old men said: "No, it's just that this girl cut off one of the palms of my Elder Jin Dan of the Bihai Chaoyin Sect, do you want to wait for me to give an explanation, otherwise she is challenging the dignity of my faction, one is not handled properly, but it is good to provoke a fight between the two factions, how can this consequence be borne by a little disciple of yours?"

Lin Fan's wrist shook, shook the severed hand holding the sword body to the ground, gently crushed it with the soles of his feet, and said disdainfully: "Explain, you can find my Flying Immortal Sword Sect Ancestor theory, but I think you want to know more about the secret of the 'Falling Moon' Sword in my hand."

"Secrets, what secrets?".

Hearing Lin Fan's words, not only the three monks in front of him were excited, but even all the monks in the welcome pavilion pricked up their ears, for fear of missing something.

"My father Lin Luochen, the Jindan realm relied on this sword to fight the three Yuan Babies without being defeated, and it was a secret contained in this sword."

Looking at the long sword in Lin Fan's hand, the three of them looked greedy, but they said in their mouths: "It's just a sword intent, my Bihai Chaoyin Sect is not a sword cultivator, it's useless!"

Lin Fan showed a hint of anger, he whispered: "The sword intent is small, the most precious thing is that whoever can pull out this sword can get the recognition of this sword, although it is not a sword cultivation, but it can still exert the supreme sword intent contained in this sword!"

"Oh, really?".

All three asked at the same time.

"Yes, if someone can pull out this sword, will this "Falling Moon" sword still be in my hand?".

"Why don't you let me wait for my brother to try, whether it succeeds or not, and the matter just now is written off and never investigated?"

Ji Wuwu looked at Lin Fan with a sly smile, puzzled, and was just about to ask, but was interrupted by Lin Fan's eyes.

He raised the sword high and said loudly: "Since everyone dares to be interested in this sword, it is better to try it all, if the sword has a spirit, it can be its master, and I Lin Fan should give it away!"

Lin Fan's words caused a commotion, and the Jindan monks in the Welcome Pavilion swarmed out and surrounded him.

One by one, they rubbed their fists and grinded their palms, eager to try.

Looking at the excited crowd, Lin Fan said in his heart: "This sword has been refined by my essence blood, and no one can pull it out except me, so I just take this opportunity to blackmail it fiercely."

Lin Fan pointed to Ji Wuwu beside him with his hand and said: "There are no benefits in the world, if you want to give it a try, you must issue 10,000 spirit stones, whether you have a relationship with this sword depends on your luck, you can keep the spirit stones for me."

Ji Wuwu saw that Lin Fan did not regard himself as an outsider, and his heart was full of joy.

After a few breaths, a Jindan monk took out 10,000 spirit stones from the storage ring, asked Ji Wuwu to put them away, and strode forward to take the sword in Lin Fan's hand and give it a try.

"Slow!"

The three monks of the Bihai Chaoyin Sect stopped Lin Fan in front of him.

Lin Fan's face sank and said, "Why can't a few people want to block others?"

Lin Fan's words were extremely vicious, and the eyes of the monks around him were full of fierce light.

The old monk hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Just 10,000 spirit stones want to be the first to draw the sword, such a good thing, the three of me will give 100,000 spirit stones, can you be at the top?"

His words made Lin Fan's slightly angry face stiffen, and then a spring breeze appeared on his cheeks, and he immediately pretended to be aware and said: "What the predecessors mean is that my generation of monks pay attention to a word in everything, the avenue is to compete, not to fight for how to break through thorns, to fight for cultivation, to fight for chance, not to fight for how to fly immortals, good, good!"

After speaking, Lin Fan actually wanted to sit cross-legged on the ground and enter into some understanding.

The old monk hurriedly grabbed Lin Fan and asked anxiously, "One hundred thousand spirit stones, is it feasible?"

Lin Fan said with a satisfied face: "Since the seniors are so aware of earning a word, of course the juniors are ......."

"TMD 100,000 spirit stones want to be at the forefront, Lao Tzu has 200,000 spirit stones, the avenues are competing, how can my generation be weak!".

For a while, the crazy offer made Lin Fan stunned.