There are more than a dozen Jindan elders gathered on their faces, and the elders who usually have solemn faces and solemn faces are red at this time, and their mouths are spitting flying stars, and they don't give in to each other.

Ji Wuwu was well-behaved, and put the spirit stone taken out by the heavy Jindan monk into the storage ring on his finger.

Only Lin Fan's heart was cold.

That night, the murderous aura on the body of the ancestor without a trace made him very alert.

As a primordial infant, even if he wanted to kill himself, he would never let him feel half of the killing intent.

In the eyes of Feng Wuxian when he left, he was clearly reminding himself.

His seemingly helpless actions at this time were actually observing the breath of these Jindan monks.

A group of Jindan monks who were blinded by greed, their breath leaked out, but there was no trace of killing intent hidden in the depths.

"Boy, I'm investing millions of spirit stones, can I start drawing my sword?"

Lin Fan was interrupted by the words in his ear, his eyes bypassed the eager monk in front of him, and shot his gaze into the first floor of the Welcome Pavilion.

There are many monks there, but they are all foundation-building monks.

Although they were also greedy, they were afraid of the Jindan monk in front of Lin Fan, and none of them dared to come forward.

"Boy, you can't regret it, why don't you let me draw my sword?".

A Jindan monk in front of Lin Fan said with an annoyed cheek and a dead eye staring at the "Falling Moon" sword in his hand.

Lin Fan smiled and said to the many Jindan monks: "I, Lin Fan, have made a promise of a thousand gold, how can I lose my words?

Lin Fan bypassed the Jindan monk beside him and walked into the first floor of the Welcome Pavilion in a few steps.

In front of my eyes are dozens of square tables piled high with delicious food, and hundreds of foundation building monks are sitting around them.

When Lin Fan stepped into the pavilion, Wu Qianshu got up with a glass of water and wine in his hand and said, "Today's little brother's big day, Senior Brother Lin wants to ask for a cup of wine?"

Lin Fan smiled, looked at the monks around and said: "Today is the day of great joy for the martial brothers, senior brother, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, that Taoist friend also wants to try the sword in my hand, if the predecessors of Jindan have no chance with this sword, you can give it a try!"

The sound of wine glasses falling to the ground, one after another, Lin Fan's powerful divine sense reflected everyone's reactions into his mind.

Unfortunately, there is nothing unusual here.

Lin Fan's cheeks were slightly disappointed, and he smiled apologetically at Wu Qianshu, who turned around and was about to leave.

The super system in the sea is "small" but softly said.

"Slow!"

His words made Lin Fan's outstretched feet pause.

A picture in the sea of knowledge was passed on by the super system "small" Lin Fan.

In the welcome pavilion, Lin Fan's divine sense scanned, and there were a total of two hundred and seven monks on the first floor.

But on the picture of knowing the sea, there are two hundred and eight people.

Retracting his steps, Lin Fan suddenly looked into a corner.

In the noisy crowd, a monk dressed in a green shirt with a body as straight as a javelin sat with his back to the door.

Lin Fan's powerful divine sense came out of his body and swept over the monk in his eyes.

The divine consciousness burst out like a gust of wind, setting off a breeze in the welcome pavilion.

Two hundred and seven people, in the eyes of the monks, in the consciousness of the lone wooden chair.

Lin Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the monk in his eyes disappeared in an instant like a reflection in the water.

Only a cup of tea was vaguely steaming on the square table.

At the square table, several monks seemed to have no feeling, as if there had never been such a person here.

The shocking back in Lin Fan's memory, after a few breaths, disappeared from his memory.

In the sea of knowledge, only the super system "Xiao" leaned against the stone pillar that reached the sky, and his cold cheeks carried a hint of enlightenment.

For some reason, seeing the "small" smile of the super system, Lin Fan's tense heart slowly relaxed.

With a smile on his face, he returned to the Jindan monk who was about to run away, and said lightly: "There was a lot of delay just now, I'm sorry for the next ten thousand times, since the time is not early, all the seniors can come to try the sword once in order, if anyone gets the approval of the "Falling Moon" sword, the spirit stone of the person after him, I will definitely return it."

As soon as Lin Fan's words fell, a Jindan monk in front of him snatched the "Falling Moon" sword from his hand.

The "Falling Moon" sword is three feet and six minutes long, the scabbard is pitch black, and the scale armor as fine as a grain of rice is wrapped in the outer layer of the scabbard

Monk Jin Dan looked greedy and ecstatic, and said to himself: "This sword recognition is comparable to Yuanying, I don't want me to have such an opportunity, although a million spirit stones are all my net worth, it is also worth the money!"

This person, the golden pill in the sea of dantian qi turned wildly, and the breath of the whole body suddenly exploded, with this sword in one hand, and the hilt of the sword in the other, and shouted violently in his mouth: "Open!"

Jin Dan's breath burst, the bluestone under his feet was shattered like powder, his arms were raised above his head, and his hands were desperately separated from each other.

"Open, open, open!"

The Jindan monk trembled all over, the rubble under his feet flew over, and his old face turned blood-red from overuse.

The "falling moon" between his hands was as untouched as copper cast in iron.

His bones were clucking and popping under the force.

Despair appeared in his greedy eyes, and after a few breaths, he felt that he could not hold on, and he howled.

"If you agree with the old man, the old man can be a sword slave for you for the rest of your life, and you will use the essence blood of your predecessor for you to suck."

The "Falling Moon" sword roared, and the sword body shook, shaking the person's hands, and the sword body fell into Lin Fan's hands in a flash.

"I'm unwilling, how can this be? It must be you Lin Fan who is making trouble in secret!"

The Jindan monk who had just drawn his sword had a blue face and a fierce light in his eyes.

An arm reached forward and grabbed Lin Fan's head.

Lin Fan's slightly lowered head was raised suddenly, and there was a surging evil aura in his eyes, and a white fist was punched.

The "King Kong Hundred Dragons Body" can contain the power of a hundred dragons and the body, although Lin Fan is far from being able to punch a hundred dragons, but after two months of hard cultivation, the strength of his bones is not weaker than any other dragon clan of the same kind.

The fist was like a flying dragon in the sky, and a punch slammed into the sharp claws of the Jindan monk's five fingers like hooks.

With a roar, the flat ground was fiercely windy, and Lin Fan took a step back in front of him, his cheeks full of contempt.

The Jindan monk who grabbed Lin Fan turned red, and his body took a few steps back, bending into five fingers of claws, twisted like twisted flowers.

One arm trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.

The crowd of onlookers had a gleam in their eyes, and their eyes looked at Lin Fan with a little more jealousy.

"Chance is destined, non-human can change, you have nothing to do with this sword, if you are greedy, I will kill you!"

Lin Fan's eyes were gloomy, a cold aura surged up his handsome cheeks, and a pair of ruthless eyes swept over the monks around.

"You ......".

Ji Wuwu stroked the hilt of the sword, and the pupils under the silver mask suddenly looked at the Jindan monk who was still arguing.

The monk who broke his five fingers retreated subtly, his face flickered and darkened, and finally he reluctantly smiled in Lin Fan's raging gaze: "This matter is the old man's rude first, I hope the little friend doesn't mind!"

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Seniors, don't force me to make a move, after all, this is the Immortal Mountain Flying Immortal Sword Sect!