Seeing the tension between the two, several people beside Meng Jiuru looked down at their crotches arrogantly.

One of the teenagers actually made a peeing appearance and said loudly: "Brother Meng, it's all my fault, the trouser belt is not tightly tied and this waste stains your eyes, next time the little brother must change to a stronger trouser belt!"

Lin Fan suddenly raised his fist and was about to swing it at the young man.

Meng Jiuru's figure flickered, blocking in the middle, and pointed a finger to his cheek with a look of contempt.

He said with a smile on his face: Why does the junior brother still want to teach the senior brother that I can't succeed, the senior brother and my face are there, you fight here, if the senior brother makes a sound, he will be raised by a sow, hehe, but this is a place where the sect strictly prohibits fighting, is it possible that you still want to enter the punishment hall?"

Seeing Lin Fan's pale face, Meng Jiuru said: "It's not without a chance to teach senior brother a lesson, you see that there is a Divine Sense Killing Plate behind me, it is better for you and me to go to it to learn a thing or two, of course, I will let the Killing Plate suppress the cultivation to the third level of Qi cultivation equal to you, and the junior brother doesn't know if you have the courage or not."

The crowd parted, and a stone plate several meters in size appeared in front of him, and Lin Fan knew its function in the memory of Lin Fan's fusion.

Five people from each side will throw their Consciousness into the fight, and the killed Consciousness will be resurrected in the safe zone on their side, and the round will end when the number of people killed reaches the required number.

Usually there are such things outside restaurants and restaurants, which are used to attract the business of monks.

Lin Fan's comparison of this disc is somewhat the same as the game of humans on the earth.

At this time, a guy from the restaurant stepped forward and said to Lin Fan: "Guest officer, but if you want to have a plate, if you are short of manpower, I can introduce you to a few."

Looking at Meng Jiuru's provocative gaze, Lin Fan shook his head and said, "No, I want to pick five."

"Haha"

Meng Jiuru laughed wildly when he heard this, he clutched his stomach hard, and tears almost burst out of his eyes in the laughter.

"Okay, well, since Brother Lin wants to abuse us and others, why do I have to give face, but it's very boring to play like this, it's better to add some color to add interest, I don't know if you have any objections."

"Good"

Lin Fan said in agreement, and he casually threw the storage bag on his waist into the man's hand.

"I'll give twenty spirit stones to press me to win."

Meng Jiuru smiled, gave a look to a few companions beside him, and each of them took out twenty spirit stones and put them in the hands of the guys.

The guy in the restaurant was also very clever, and after putting away the spirit stone, he said loudly: "Monks, there is a battle of five in my drunken immortal building, and Brother Lin Fan challenges five people by himself, the odds of pressing Lin Fan are twenty to one, and the odds of pressing Meng Jiuru are twenty to one, and friends who want to press the bet hurry up, and the battle will start in five minutes."

Although Lin Fan usually thinks that he is very low-key, no one in the Flying Immortal Sect knows that he is the only strange person in the entire Flying Immortal Sect, and he has only cultivated the third level of Qi after ten years of cultivation.

It seemed to feel like picking up money, and the monks who came and went all took out spirit stones and pressed them on Meng Jiuru's side, and in a short time, a small mountain-like spirit stone appeared on the side.

In the private room on the third floor of the restaurant, a middle-aged man looked at the farce downstairs and looked a little unhappy.

A young girl beside him leaned lightly in front of the window, dressed in purple clothes embroidered with a small silver sword, which was clearly the standard of the elite disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect, and it also showed that her cultivation was actually as high as the foundation building.

Her beautiful face was slightly mocking.

The middle-aged man was very dissatisfied with her expression and said: That person is Lin Fan, and he is also the Taoist companion I want to find for you, although it is a little wronged for you, I have made up my mind."

The girl's face was full of grievances, and she said unwillingly: "Just because you owed his father a life back then, can you repay it with my daughter's happiness today?"

The middle-aged man's face changed and he said sharply: "If there was no Brother Lin Xiaotian back then, your father and I Mei Baichuan would have died in the chaos of the war, since you are my daughter, you have to bear this cause and effect."

The girl's face was pale and bloodless, and she resisted in a low voice: "I, Mei Hanxue, cultivated at the age of six, but I broke through the cultivation of qi in two years, entered the world at the age of ten, and built the foundation at the age of sixteen.

Mei Baichuan was furious and raised his palm.

Mei Hanxue saw that her father was angry, tears flowed like pearls, she turned around and went downstairs and said in a choked voice: "I'll go back to the mountain to reason with my mother."

Seeing her daughter disappear, Mei Baichuan slapped her raised palm on the table and sighed: "Brother Xiaotian, I never believe that Lin Fan is a waste, it's just that you left too suddenly, and it hit him too hard, I haven't taken good care of him all these years, I'm ashamed of you, big brother!"

Downstairs, Lin Fan stood in front of the killing stone plate, and opposite him were Meng Jiuru and five others.

The guy in the restaurant stood aside and said: "The stone plate is according to the rules you said, the divine consciousness enters it and cultivates for the three layers of Qi training, the respective resurrection points are adjacent, the number of killers is hundred, the number is over, the resurrection time is one breath, three breaths do not go out of the safe zone, the stone plate will automatically expel it from the safe zone, all the land types are canceled, and they will be killed directly, after you understand the rules, put your hand on the stone plate and enter the killing game."

Lin Fan looked at Meng Jiuru, who was full of ambition, and sneered and put his hand on the stone plate.

A suction force passed through the palm of the hand, and the divine consciousness violently led people into it.

Lin Fan's eyes lit up, he appeared in a gray robe in a transparent light mask, and through the light mask, he looked at the figures that appeared not far away one after another, and his face was cold.

He opened his palm and whispered, "Come the sword".

A sword with a flickering cold light appeared in his hand.

It was a burst of words from the void: "Now start the time, and after one breath, you can get out of the safe zone and kill."

As soon as the words fell, the light shrouded in Lin Fan's head disappeared.

He stepped out, and a space of hundreds of square meters appeared in front of him, and five whizzing figures rushed towards him at high speed.

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the long sword in his hand deftly pulled a sword flower.

The feeling of bloody battles in all directions reappeared in my heart back then.

Meng Jiuru's figure flickered, and the long sword swung a sword mark gorgeously in the air, although he suppressed his cultivation at the third layer of Qi training, but his swordsmanship was the classic Gale Nine Killing Sword Technique in the transcendent realm.

His move of killing with a strong wind around his neck was once praised by Wu Qianshu, saying that this move can kill the peak of qi cultivation in seconds.

A subtle scar of wind appeared in the mark of his sword, and this wind was invisible and could tear gold and iron.

Lin Fan's spiritual power was extremely powerful, and Meng Jiuru's swordsmanship was full of loopholes in his eyes.

His feet moved in broken steps, and when Meng Jiuru's body was about to fall, a sword light pierced through his flaws.

The sword body roared softly, Meng Jiuru felt a sharp pain in his legs, and his body fell to the ground, and the strong impact made him slide on the ground and roll down at Lin Fan's feet.

Feeling that his legs fell, Meng Jiuru was just about to raise his sword to resist, but Lin Fan fell with his backhand long sword and cut off his arms.

One foot trampled him under his feet, and in the face of the four people who followed, a sword stabbed out.

In the small space, a sword mark flew up, and the four figures stiffened in the air, each of them looked terrified, and a blood-colored sword hole appeared in their throats.

The four figures disappeared in the air, and several people were resurrected in the safe zone.

Looking at the bloodstains on the sword's body, Lin Fan somewhat admired the authenticity here.

Meng Jiuru, who couldn't afford to be seriously injured, kept struggling at Lin Fan's feet and shouted: "It's all dead, hurry up and save me."

Lin Fan raised his sword and poked a few transparent holes in Meng Jiuru's body, the sword was precise and powerful, avoiding his vital point.

"Ahh

Meng Jiuru let out a miserable scream, the world here was so real and terrifying, he could only struggle and scream like a human stick, his body wriggled on the ground like a maggot, but unfortunately the stone pan judged that he was only seriously injured and could not be resurrected.

In the midst of the wild screams, the four resurrected people quickly rushed forward to learn the lesson of their talents, and several people lined up in a straight line to attack Lin Fan.

Taking a sharp breath, the long sword was raised horizontally, and it stabbed out the moment several people entered.

The sword light was like a poisonous dragon, and one blow pierced the throats of the four people, and the long sword body actually pierced several people together and hung high on the sword body.

Outside the stone plate, a series of kills appeared on Lin Fan's stone plate, causing the onlookers to make a burst of unbelievable sounds.

Just when everyone in the outside world was surprised and abnormal, inside the stone plate, Lin Fan raised his blood-dripping long sword and gouged out Meng Jiuru's two eyeballs full of hatred.

A terrible howl came out of his mouth, and every time he killed the four monks who wanted to rescue Meng Jiuru, Lin Fan would poke several blood holes in his body.

The precise and sophisticated techniques made Meng Jiuru feel like he had come to hell, but unfortunately, he just couldn't die.

Looking at Lin Fan's cold eyes and Meng Jiuru who was desperately wailing at his feet, the calm hands of several people trembled.

They didn't resist, they just rushed up to their deaths over and over again, hoping for a quick end to the purgatory-like battle.

Half an hour had passed, and Lin Fan had completed the killing of 100 people.

The Divine Sense withdrew from the stone plate, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

On the other side of the stone plate, the faces of the five people were pale, and Meng Jiuru trembled even more.

"Whoa"

Scarlet urine trickled down his trouser legs, sending a fishy smell into the air.

His consciousness was dull, and his mouth kept howling, "You are not a man, you are a devil!"

Lin Fan didn't pay attention to a few people, but came to the restaurant guy and said shyly: "According to the odds, I should get four hundred and twenty spirit stones, can you give them to me now?"

The guy nodded hurriedly and counted out four hundred and twenty spirit stones and put them in front of Lin Fan.

Putting the spirit stone into his pocket, he smiled and said to Meng Jiuru and the others, "Thank you!"