There are no rules, there is no circle, and the Jindan monks are not allowed to participate in the dispute between the younger generations, which is the iron law of every immortal cultivation sect.

Otherwise, the sect will be in chaos.

A long chain flew down from the depths of the clouds, tightly binding Li Wuregret, who had fainted in the pit, and dragging him into the air, disappearing from Lin Fan's sight in a few breaths.

Li Hailong, who was left aside by Li Wuregret, came to his senses at this time, and looked at Li Wuregret, who was bound by the iron chain and disappeared, a little frightened.

He struggled to crawl a few steps, looked at Lin Fan with scarlet eyes and shouted: "Today's revenge, he will avenge it every day, Lin Fan, you just wait for the day I come to the door!"

Lin Fan glanced at Li Hailong with disdain and said with a chuckle: "You better wipe the snot off the corners of your lips first and say cruel things, you see that there are still many distinguished guests on the mountain looking at your appearance at this time, you must be graceful now, don't embarrass me Feixianmen, how can I say that I am also your senior brother!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan pointed to the countless gathered gazes on the mountain, and then picked up the big sword and turned around and climbed the mountain.

Looking at Lin Fan, who was dancing lightly in white clothes and climbing the mountain, Li Hailong actually took out a handkerchief on his chest and wiped his cheeks carefully.

Countless monks in the Purple Light Pavilion sneered, how could a monk who cared so much about his image survive in the endless competition.

Wu Qianshu was filled with righteous indignation at this time, smashed the chair he was sitting on, got up and said excitedly: "A competition, even if it fails, it is beyond reproach, but that Lin Fan actually broke Senior Brother Li's sword heart with one word, making it difficult for him to cultivate from now on, he is also a disciple of the Feixian Sect, he has such vicious intentions, how can he assume the position of senior brother of our sect?"

Wu Qianshu's face was sad and indignant at this time, looking at the Zhuji monks present, his eyes were red, and it seemed that tears of grief and indignation were about to fall.

One by one, the foundation building monks in the Flying Immortal Gate looked fierce in Wu Qianshu's sad and indignant words, and the long sword in his hand actually roared.

A grim and sly smile flashed in the depths of Wu Qianshu's angry eyes.

"Stampede"

There was a sound of footsteps, Lin Fan pushed open the door of the Purple Light Pavilion, and slammed the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword to the ground, a pair of tiger eyes flashed with essence, and a supreme majesty swept through.

The snow-white sword robe of Hundred Battles danced in the wind, and the two blood-red words of Hundred Battles on the collar made everyone present feel a bloodthirsty aura coming towards them.

In the Purple Light Pavilion for a while, the finch was silent.

Looking around at the crowd, Lin Fan said lightly: "Could it be that my Feixian Sect disciple doesn't know the etiquette in front of the distinguished guests, and when I see the senior brother of this sect, I don't get up to give a salute, but I want to try to whip the law enforcement hall and can't succeed?"

Lin Fan smiled evilly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he used the door rules to suppress everyone to death.

Looking at the iron-faced faces, Lin Fan said disdainfully: "The swordsman should be fearless, are you afraid of the whipping in the law enforcement hall or afraid of losing at my hands, no one dares to say that no one can pick up the sword in his hand and challenge me, hum, how can you be so cowardly to kick the top of the mountain of my age!"

Lin Fan's words were like a sharp sword poking at everyone's hearts, and several foundation building monks got up angrily, just about to speak.

Lin Fan's words changed and said: "If you want to talk to me, you can wait for the next day, after all, noon is coming, don't spoil the elegant guest's Yaxing."

He dragged the big sword with his backhand and walked into the Purple Light Pavilion, the thick tip of the bowl emitting bursts of sparks on the fine bluestone floor.

At the top of the Purple Light Pavilion, this tall chair was placed, and a snow-white demon tiger skin was spread on it.

Lin Fan leaned down from his seat under the strange gaze of everyone, and a pair of linen shoes slammed on the tiger's head on the ground.

He looked around, looked at Mei Hanxue with a sluggish face and said, "Senior sister served me a good cup of tea for my senior brother, the suckling pig in the early morning was a little salty, and now I am really thirsty."

Lin Fan reached out and took off a beard on the tiger's head at his feet, stuffed it into his mouth and picked his teeth.

Mei Hanxue's soft delicate body stood up with difficulty, with a helpless face, and filled Lin Fan with a fragrant tea from the teapot on the table, and placed it in front of him.

Looking at Lin Fan, who had an unscrupulous face, his face struggled for a moment before he whispered: "This table and chair is the special seat of Elder Jindan, I think you should find a place to sit at the next head!"

Lin Fan raised his eyelids and said indifferently: "But the sect stipulates that this chair is for the elders?"

Mei Hanxue's beautiful eyes looked at Lin Fan like an idiot, shook her head lightly and said, "As far as I know, no disciple dares to be presumptuous here, you are too arrogant!"

After speaking, Mei Hanxue stepped aside and looked at Lin Fan with everyone like a clown.

From the moment Lin Fan appeared in the Purple Light Pavilion, there was a silence, and everyone seemed to have nothing to say.

Noon is approaching soon, looking out in the Purple Light Pavilion, the clouds and mist that permeate the mountains gradually disperse, and the scorching light will be shrouded in the top of the Purple Light Pavilion for a long time.

Outside the Purple Light Pavilion, a gust of wind swept by, and a tall figure appeared in front of the door.

The monks all stood up respectfully, bowed deeply to the comers, and said in unison, "Welcome, Elder Jindan!"

The Jin Dan elder in front of the door had an aura like an abyss, the sword qi in his eyes fluctuated, and his gaze was extremely sharp.

He was dressed in a purple robe, his face was sinking like water, and a wisp of sword qi in his eyes leaked out, flying at Lin Fan, who was lying lazily in the chair.

Lin Fan was half-lying in the chair, looking at the flying sword qi with a solemn face, the tiger whiskers pinched lightly in his fingers, at this time, it was like holding ten thousand catties, slowly stretched out, and the most ordinary basic sword technique stabbed straight to the sword.

Everyone around looked sarcastic, and it seemed that they could all imagine the scene of Lin Fan rolling all over the ground under this sword aura.

Lin Fan in Elder Jindan's eyes was like a mountain in front of him at this time, and the sword qi that shot out from his pupils instantly collided with the tiger whiskers between Lin Fan's fingers.

Lin Fan's body trembled, the chair he sat on made a few unpleasant sounds, and the tiger whiskers and sword qi between his fingers disappeared at the same time.

A stream of white powder swayed in the air, Lin Fan gently bounced the powder remaining on his fingertips, and a pair of slightly tired eyes slowly closed.

He closed his eyes slightly, crossed his legs, and rested in the tall chair.

Elder Jin Dan outside the door let out a hearty laugh at this time.

He paced in, looked at Lin Fan who was high above and said approvingly: "Good boy, at a young age, he actually comprehended the sword momentum, the sword momentum is like a mountain, it can be matched with the big sword in your hand, you are a senior brother who is a heavy disciple."

After speaking, he ignored it, and everyone's puzzled eyes grabbed a chair and sat down next to Lin Fan.

Looking at the disciples like a tiger, he said: "Lin Fan is the senior brother you are waiting for, this is the ancestor pro-point, I still had some doubts at the time, now I look at the ancestor with eyes like a torch, I am not comparable, today is a young hero, you should take Lin Fan as a model in the future, and work hard to practice to live up to the high expectations of the sect!"

Wu Qianshu looked jealous, he got up and bowed to Elder Jin Dan and said, "It's not that I'm jealous of the virtuous and jealous, but I don't understand what qualifications he has to sit on it, you must know that it is your seat Elder, and I am not convinced."

Elder Jin Dan looked at the people around and said: "Why do you wait for your heart, my sword cultivator is fearless, in the eyes of the sword master with a clear sword heart, this chair is no different from your seat, it was placed here to test your sword heart and sword guts, although Lin Fan's cultivation is a little lacking, but he is clear with his sword heart, and the sword strength is not comparable to your mediocrity!"