A ** scattered the sparse light rain to the silent market.

The dense crowd raised their cheeks, unconcerned about the icy rain running down their faces.

The stunned mouths were as round as fish spitting, and it was a long time before the market erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

In their eyes, Lin Fan once again created a miracle like a god.

He went from a well-known waste to a senior brother of the Megatron Sword Sect in just over twenty days, which was like a myth.

Several Jindan monks who were watching the battle looked at each other, and their eyes were full of horror.

One of them said to himself: "This son has a vision of punching, the light is shining in the sky, and there is a trace of supernatural powers, could it be that Lin Luochen really entered where back then?"

Another person also whispered: "Lin Fan's cultivation is not extraordinary, he can have such combat power, and his skills are weird and there are so many bee crystals, I am afraid that his father really has left a back hand, looking at the approving expression on the face of the ancestor, I am afraid that he really wants to rise like a comet like his father, you and I still have to offend Lin Fan as well, one day he will step into the Jindan realm, I am afraid that there will be no opponent under the Yuan Baby!"

Through the light curtain in the air, Wang Dong and the others in the resurrection point were colorless, and they were dejected one by one, and they shrank in place and did not dare to step out of the safety zone.

The ancestor standing in the void said with a hearty smile at this time: "Time is only a pillar of incense, and the winner has been divided in this killing chessboard, it seems that my Flying Immortal Sword Sect wants to be gentle in the past, and each disciple is like a sheep, how can this make me Flying Immortal Sword Sect fight with the invading demon cultivators in the near future?"

The words of the young ancestor made everyone's faces turn red and look embarrassed.

After a long time, the old ancestor continued: "Lin Fan, it's good! It is worthy of being the son of Lin Luochen, just a few days will wake me up from the Flying Immortal Sword Gate, the tiger can only be the king in the mountains and forests, and can only become a grass-eating sheep in the sheepfold, ten years my Sword Gate has forgotten the pain, has forgotten how to survive in this world of the jungle, after today, open the Demon Tower, the Demon Tower, start the sword ruins to the direct teleportation array, open the Sword Gate Hell Small World, let all the disciples go to the experience, there is a great terror between life and death, even if all the disciples die, there will be a few geniuses like the forest and dust!" 。

The ancestor's words were sonorous and powerful, and his tone was full of determination.

His gaze full of supreme majesty swept over the people present and said in vicissitudes of life: "After all, this Sword Gate still depends on you to carry it forward, the seemingly peaceful continent is already infinite at this time, even the ancestor and I are in danger before this killing machine, if the glory of the Flying Immortal Sword Gate is lost in the hands of you and me, it can be a sinner for the ages."

"Zheng"

Countless long swords were unsheathed and pointed diagonally at the sky.

The breath that rose to the sky instantly broke the rain clouds in the sky, and the light of the day was sprinkled on the faces full of vitality between the clouds.

"Raise the sword in my hand and fly into the clouds".

The passionate shouts completely shattered the rain clouds, and the sun was volleying into the sky, and everyone was united.

The Ancestor raised his palm lightly to stop cheering, and a faint sword qi flew out between his fingers, gently hitting the killing chessboard.

The divine consciousness of Lin Fan and the others darkened in the killing space, and they retreated into the bodies of the outside world.

Looking up, there were swords raised high all around, which made Lin Fan and the others puzzled.

Only the ancestor looked at Lin Fan's approving gaze that made Wang Dong and the others look gloomy, and their hearts were dripping blood.

Not only were he and the others defeated, but the treasures that he fought for in the sword ruins with his life were all lost.

Those were all things that he used to trade the resources needed to impact the Jindan realm.

Lin Fan was not affected by the passionate atmosphere at this time, turned around and came to the place where the bets were stacked, and stuffed the items into the storage ring.

The corners of Wang Dong and the others' mouths kept twitching, and the iron-blooded aura of their bodies had long since disappeared, and even their straight bodies were wilted and bent.

The young ancestor smiled sadly, looking at Lin Fan's constant busyness, how to end up was Lin Fan's own business.

Stuffing the last piece of reddish metal into the storage ring, Lin Fan smiled, and the sword marks on his face were only faint traces at this time.

He returned to Ji Wuwu's side with satisfaction, pointed to three bee crystals the size of a human head and said to Wang Dong and the others: "Killing the chessboard, let me understand the true meaning of Qingfeng Eighteen Swords, and some bee crystals will be given to you and others as sparring partners!"

"What?"

Wang Dong and the others' cheeks were full of disbelief, their whole bodies were trembling, and their eyes were red for a while.

After they looked at each other, they got up and saluted Lin Fan to the ground, and said in a respectful voice: "Senior Brother Xie reward, this favor is like a mountain, and I will repay each other desperately in the future!"

Several Jindan monks looked envious, and said in their hearts: "I will send bee crystals under the sparring, and I said earlier, I can't wait for Jin Dan to play the role of a sparring partner for you."

The young ancestor smiled playfully, and saw that Lin Fan actually used such a treasure to buy people's hearts, and his heart was full of praise.

He chuckled and said teasingly: "Lin Fanben Ancestor personally acted as a referee for you, do you also take some treasures to Ancestor and share one or two with me?"

Lin Fan looked up at the smiling Ancestor, bowed down and said, "The Ancestor just doesn't say it, the disciple also wants to offer a thing, but it's just ......."

Lin Fan looked at the dense crowd with some hesitation, suppressed his words, and his face was a little embarrassed.

His words made everyone around show curious expressions, and even the ancestor who stood in the air smiled.

The young ancestor pointed to the Immortal Mountain with his hand and said: "In the Immortal Mountain, I can't think of anyone who dares to let go in front of my wind without a trace, but you are not afraid that your treasure will disappoint the Ancestor and me, you must know that I am angry, the sky and the earth change color, do you have the courage to bear it?"

After speaking, a coercion of the peak of Yuanying rushed towards Yunxia, making the entire Immortal Mountain Yuxia tumble, and the wind was agitated.

Lin Fan lost his father when he was young, and his mother was even more impressed, ten years ago in the first war, his father died of exhaustion, and now he can't understand the details, even his mother's whereabouts have no clues, if he wants to survive better in this cruel world, he must find a backer who can give him shelter, and the wind in front of him is no trace is good.

Ignoring the "little" who kept protesting in the sea of knowledge, Lin Fan took out one of the only three bee crystals with white mist rising on the surface of the storage ring in the storage ring.

Under the big sun, the bee crystal is as clear and transparent as crystal, and a trace of snow-white mist spreads on the surface of the bee crystal, and a deep fragrance suddenly fills the entire market.

Take a gentle breath, and the vitality in the body is boiling like a galloping horse, and everyone's eyes are flashing with red light, and they inhale in their mouths and noses.

The sound of breathing in the whole room set off a wave of air in the calm space.

Feng Wuxian was originally a playful face, but at this time, his face was solemn, and with a wave of his hand, the bee crystal in Lin Fan's hand was sucked into his hand by him.

Up and down, after watching carefully, Feng Wuxian looked up to the sky and said with a long roar: "After practicing for thousands of years, I thought that the road ahead was cut off, and this bee crystal can be expected to break the void, and the void can be expected!"

The sound of wind without a trace of excitement set off countless echoes in the Ageless Mountain, and the words that broke the void and could not be expected echoed around the mountain.

The monks in the workshop also looked surprised, and hurriedly bowed down and shouted, "Congratulations to the Ancestor, break the void as soon as possible!"

If there is a Void Breaking Ancestor in the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, then the Flying Immortal Sword Sect's status in the Sunset Continent will rise, and even in the face of the invasion of demon cultivators, they can sit back and relax.

Feng Wuxian looked at Lin Fan with a softer gaze at this time, and a golden token flew out of his big sleeve in his backhand.

Lin Fan only felt a flower in front of him, and a palm-sized token appeared in his hand.

Raising his hand to look closely, the front of the token is embossed with a golden sword, and on the back is a huge wind character.

Feng Wuxian looked at the puzzled explanation and said: "Holding this sword allows you to enter the Library Pavilion, all the exercises under the Jindan realm are open to you, and you can enter the Spiritual Qi Cave of the Immortal Mountain to practice for three days in the best place of the spiritual veins every month!"

Playing with the token in his hand, Lin Fan was disdainful in his heart, he was also an ancestor, and he was not afraid of making people laugh at such a shabby sweetness.

As if he saw what Lin Fan was thinking, Feng Wuxian laughed and said: "Little guy, this is the Ancestor Sword Order, even the Jindan Monk doesn't dare to let you go, not to mention that this token contains the Ancestor I hit the peak sword qi of the Yuan Infant, when you encounter a fall crisis, use the Yuan Qi to urge the sword order, but you don't have to worry, why do you still dislike the Ancestor and I am stingy?"

When Lin Fan heard this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly put the token into the storage ring, bowed down and said, "Thank you for the reward."

Feng Wuxian nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the killing chessboard on the ground, tucked it into his big sleeve, and his body turned into a streamer and disappeared.

Seeing the disappearance of the ancestor of the Yuanying, the atmosphere in the market gradually became lively.

Although everyone looked at Lin Fan with envy, they were able to control the greed in the center, and no one had a look of resentment in their eyes.

Several Jindan monks dispersed the crowd surrounding Lin Fan, came to Lin Fan's side with an enthusiastic face, and dragged him into a restaurant.

In a panic, Lin Fan grabbed Ji Wuwu's slender hand in his hand and walked into the third floor of the restaurant together.

The calloused slender hands were as soft as bones under Lin Fan's grip.

A hint of crimson crept up Ji Wuwu's cheeks, and a trace of delicacy covered the scars on his cheeks.

Walking into a beautifully and elegantly decorated room, Ji Wuwu generously withdrew his slender hand in Lin Fan's hand.

The two of them were cultivators, and they didn't pay much attention to what they did just now.

The guests and hosts sat down, and the Jindan monks introduced each other: "This is Jindan Elder Mei Baichuan, this is Jindan Elder Tie Qianhe, and this is Elder Huang Zhenbai."

Lin Fan had some impressions of Huang Zhenbai, who wanted to make him a Taoist companion from his disciple.

It's just that I don't understand why a few people dragged him into the restaurant, and whether they still want to forcibly trade the bee crystals.

When the time came, he had no scruples, and after reading the recipe in his hand, he told: "Shop, five three-foot-long ink lobsters, twenty catties of fourth-order demon tiger meat, I heard that you still have Beihai abalone to give a big pot, and a hundred years of Yunling wine will go to ten altars first."

The faces of the three Jindan monks on the side were stiff at this time, and the palms of the hands placed under the table couldn't help but tremble.

Don't look at Ji Wuwu, he only ordered four things, but if he really wants to settle with spirit stones, I'm afraid it will not be less than tens of thousands.

At this time, Huang Zhenbai said whimsically: "My generation of monks should drink in a big bowl, how can ten altars be enough, I think it is better to go to twenty altars first, and when you have fun, you can eat at the order."

The two Jindan elders on the side also said yes again and again, and said proudly in their hearts: "Yunling wine is full of stamina, even in the Jindan realm, you can't drink too much, when Lin Fan and Ji Wuwu are poured more, you can avoid the high food if you want to come, and the spirit wine is only a thousand spirit stone ears!"