The sun is rising.

The verdant mountains are caressed by the wind, turning the crystal dew into a misty drizzle and scattering it in all directions, and the fresh air moistens the hearts and souls with moisture.

At the end of the square, a small pink bamboo umbrella appeared in Lin Fan's sight.

A small white hand lightly held a small umbrella, and a white shirt danced lightly in the wind.

Her face is like a silver plate, her eyes are like apricots, her lips are red without dots, her eyebrows are green without painting, and she looks like a fairy in a picture from a distance.

She gently moved her slender feet and looked around, as if admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountains after the rain.

The bluestone slab after the rain was a little slippery, but the girl could quickly tap over it like a swift.

Looking at the unrestrained girl in front of him, Lin Fan felt a cloud of abuse rise in his heart, and his eyes turned a little red.

A name popped into his mind.

Lan Mei'er, the girl who made her predecessor admire and designed to take away the sword.

Looking at the woman in front of him who looked like a fairy and had a heart that was more than a poisonous scorpion, Lin Fan's tiger eyes suddenly turned bloody.

The light footsteps sounded, and Lan Meier lightly held a small umbrella to cover him from the mist in the sky.

The little mouth of the shallow rouge chuckled: "I see the unwillingness in your heart, why do you, the most wasteful thing in the Flying Immortal Sect, actually have times when you are angry?".

A slender hand lightly brushed over Lin Fan's smooth cheeks, and the slight warmth on his slender fingers made his cold cheeks twist angrily.

Lan Mei'er asked with some surprise: "I remember that last night's "Breeze Willow Sword" cut a long wound on your cheek, why did the night's kung fu disappear? It seems that your father still left you some elixir, but unfortunately I have just been promoted to the transcendent realm, and I have not been able to kill you with a sword, which makes me laugh at you."

Lan Mei'er threw away the bamboo umbrella in her hand with some regret, and pulled out a long black whip from her waist.

She danced in her hands, her long leather whip whistling through the air.

At this time, several mountain frogs appeared not far from Lan Mei'er's side, she smiled, and the long whip in her hand shook violently.

A terrible sound of wind pierced the faint mist in the sky, and the whip like a long snake struck a leaping mountain frog.

"Smack"

Blood splattered everywhere, and even Lin Fan's pale cheeks were stained with countless scarlet blood spots.

"You waste is like this mountain frog, disgusting, if it weren't for Wu Lang to get your father's sword, hmph! I would have crushed you to death like a mountain frog!"

Looking at the girl in front of him who had once obsessed his predecessor, the abuse in Lin Fan's heart suddenly exploded.

He twisted his body vigorously, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spat out of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "One day I will kill you!"

"Haha"

Lan Mei'er laughed, she seemed to hear the most ridiculous words of her life.

raised the long whip in his hand and slashed at Lin Fan.

Pitch-black whip shadows hit Lin Fan's thin body, and countless flesh and blood splashed under the dancing whip shadows.

Lin Fan was like a dead log, he didn't care about the sharp pain like a knife cutting flesh, he opened his bloody eyes expressionlessly, as if he wanted to engrave Lan Mei'er in front of him in his heart.

The shattered wounds mixed with these countless flesh crumbs mixed with Yin Hong's blood water, staining the ground under Lin Fan's feet red.

After dozens of whips, Lan Mei'er stopped the long whip in her hand and said to Lin Fan with a sneer: "By the way, I'm here to inform you that when the Xianmen Dabi is held in March, I will marry Wu Qianshu, if you can come to watch the ceremony, I still welcome you, but unfortunately I'm afraid that you won't be able to hold your father's sword in your life!"

After speaking, Lan Mei'er put away the long whip and disappeared into the early morning in white clothes like a flying fairy in a painting.

Lin Fan's face was hideous, and he raised the sky and shouted: "He is covered by Kunpeng in the sky, and the mountains are laughing at the top of the dust, when I take the sword, it is the day you die."

At this time, a ray of light flew out in the Immortal Mountain and landed on the iron chain that imprisoned Lin Fan.

In the flashing light, the chains imprisoned on his body fell to the ground.

An old voice sounded in Lin Fan's ears: "Actually, being a mortal may be your best choice, Lan Mei'er changed your punishment requirements to thirty lashes, and you are free now."

Then a small storage bag fell in front of Lin Fan, and the old voice said again: "How can you say that your father is also the hero of the Immortal Flying Immortal Gate of My Ageless Mountain, you can use these ten spirit stones to buy some wound medicine, hey, why did you bother to do it today?"

Lin Fan picked up the storage bag with difficulty, and said self-deprecatingly: "Mortal, that was my dream, but now I want to go to the top of the Ageless Mountain to see the scenery!"

Seeing that Lin Fan couldn't be moved, the old man's voice disappeared.

At this time, taking off the iron chain that imprisoned Lin Fan's cultivation, Lin Fan's suppressed mana suddenly recovered, and a slight air flow rose all over his body.

The abundant vitality in the air was quickly replenished into the already hungry and thirsty body, and Lin Fan closed his eyes slightly and naturally ran the exercises that appeared in his mind.

Although Lin Fan's mana was not high, he was very diligent, and the exercise "Purple Qi Donglai Duel" in the Qi training stage had already become an instinct.

The rapid flow of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi caused a rotating air flow to appear in front of Lin Fan.

Feeling the rapid surge of vitality, Lin Fan secretly compared with the original Lin Fan in his heart.

He found that his body, which had been transformed by the blood of the Starry Sky Behemoth, had increased his energy efficiency by more than three times.

This discovery made him secretly happy, and he looked inwardly at all parts of his body, and the milky white vitality was running at high speed in the thick meridians, and the cultivation that stayed in the middle of the third layer of qi cultivation quickly improved it.

Half an hour passed quickly, and there seemed to be a roar in Lin Fan's body, and the fluctuations in the late stage of the third layer of Qi cultivation came out in his somewhat slender body.

Taking the last breath of vitality, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes.

His fleshy body, which had just been a blur of flesh and blood, was now thinly scabbed.

He raised his eyes to look into the depths of the misty Ageless Mountain, and only saw a bluestone path winding up hidden in the sea of clouds.

At this time, a memory appeared in Lin Fan's mind.

There are 9,999 stone steps in Bulao Mountain, each thousand steps corresponds to a kind of cultivation realm, and the cultivation is not yet able to step on the stone steps, and there will be a stone platform made of bluestone in every thousand steps, and there will be corresponding exercises and swordsmanship on the stone wall next to the stone platform.

Even the powerful Yuanying Monk wanted to reach a higher position, and he had to climb step by step with his own cultivation.

If you want to fly, you must not be able to enter a place higher than the realm of cultivation, because there is an incomparably mysterious array shrouding the entire Immortal Mountain.

Looking at the bluestone steps on the Ageless Mountain in front of him, Lin Fan recalled in his heart the division of the realm by the Flying Immortal Gate.

The realm of monks can be divided into nine types, practicing qi, transcendental, detached, building a foundation, turning into a pill, becoming an infant, breaking the void, joining the way, and being supreme.

Thinking that now he only has a three-level Qi cultivation level, Lin Fan was not disappointed, but was even more curious about the scenery on the top of the Ageless Mountain.

One day, I, Lin Fan, will surely be able to step on this mountain, and the rising sun will be reflected on his young and excited cheeks.

At this time, a series of figures appeared on the stone platform like projectiles.

Among them, a few teenagers walked out, and they surrounded Lin Fan, who was almost "naked", and sneered: "Yo! Isn't this our genius Lin Fan?

"I just heard that the Blue Fairy is going to get married in March, but it's a pity that our Lin Dacai hasn't even touched her hand!

"I wonder if Lin Dacai can tell us if the blue fairy is facing away from you when he comes out of the bath, or is it facing you?"

"Hehe, if I want me to say it's facing him, otherwise he wouldn't be excited like this, you say I'm right."

"Hahaha!".

Several teenagers laughed lewdly, making everyone on the side laugh heartily.

Lin Fan trembled all over, a mouthful of blood almost came out of his mouth, his heart was boiling with abuse, and his big eyes turned scarlet in a flash.

Feeling the negative emotions in his body, Lin Fan whispered in his heart: "I said that I want to take you to the top, but before that, I will take over this body."

In the dark, Lin Fan's words seemed to have an effect, and his stiff and stiff body gradually felt it.

Clenching his fist lightly, Lin Fan slowly stood up, and the murderous aura that had been fighting for five hundred years suddenly erupted in his body.

The cold murderous aura made the entire stone platform shrouded in frost, and everyone on the stone platform shivered unconsciously, and several teenagers who laughed at Lin Fan bore the brunt, looking at Lin Fan like a Shura.

Lin Fan's scarlet eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and he looked up and down at a few young men who had just ridiculed him and said coldly: "Why don't you speak, whoever wants to die can fulfill him!"

The mountain wind blew through the verdant woods, and there was a dead silence on the stone platform, so everyone was shocked by Lin Fan's momentum.

Looking at the young man in front of him with his head lowered and not daring to speak, Lin Fan opened the storage bag in his hand and went down, and ten crystal clear lower grade spirit stones rolled to the ground.

He pointed to the spirit stones on the ground with his hand and said: "Although I, Lin Fan, only have a mere third-level Qi cultivation level, but I dare to challenge you, whoever can beat me can get ten spirit stones, and the loser will also pay ten spirit stones, don't you think you are stronger than me Lin Fan?

There are about 100 people on the stone platform, most of whom are people who practice qi at the fourth or fifth level, and when they see the shining spirit stones on the ground, many people are moved.

The young man who was shocked by Lin Fan's momentum just now also became greedy.

One of the young men with a black mole on his face took out a storage bag in his arms, poured out two spirit stones and threw them on the ground, and said loudly: "I, Wang Zhimin, have been practicing the martial arts for three years, and now I am at the peak of the fourth layer of Qi cultivation, and your Lin Fan has only been at the third level of cultivation for ten years, when I am afraid that you will not succeed, since you want to learn, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."

After finishing speaking, he was about to pull out the sword on his back, Lin Fan pointed to the spirit stone on the ground with his hand with some mockery and said, "If you want to do it, you should put together the spirit stone!"

Wang Zhimin's face froze, and he looked at the teenagers around him embarrassedly and said: "I will wait for half a year to get a spirit stone, where to find such a good thing, if you let people preempt it, don't regret it!"

Several teenagers came to their senses when they saw the crowd around them, and hurriedly took out eight spirit stones and put them on the ground.

Wang Zhimin saw that there were enough spirit stones, his face was hideous, and he held the hilt of the sword and said, "I hope you don't regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to draw his sword, when he felt that his eyes were dark, and a palm like an iron tong grabbed his throat with death.

Lin Fan raised Wang Zhimin in his hand high, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

He looked at Wang Zhimin, whose face was purple, and said: "In my eyes, you are just a few chicks, and you are not judged by the realm in life and death!"

In Wang Zhimin's frightened gaze, Lin Fan flipped his wrist and threw his big head down to the ground.

"Knock"

With a muffled sound, Wang Zhimin's iron-green face collided with the bluestone on the ground.

The spirit stones scattered on the ground were bounced up on the ground by the strong impact, emitting colorful brilliance in the air.

At this time, Wang Zhimin's face was covered with blood, the front teeth in his mouth were scattered all over the ground, and a pair of thighs twitched on the ground a few times before fainting without a sound.