The things that had been incorporated into the Xuanqi Gate had been recalled again, which made Fang Ling a little surprised. And the reason why this situation occurred was not because the Xuanqi Dafa was not as good as the method that Han Fazun cultivated, the main reason was that compared with Fang Ling and Han Fazun, there was still a certain gap in both cultivation and other aspects.

"No wonder I was able to smash Jiang Ming's body, there were really some means. Han Fazun looked at Fang Ling, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "It's a pity that your life is short!"

Life is short, these four words are not many, but between the lines, there is a hint of coldness. Fang Ling sneered, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and said lightly: "Who is dead or who is alive, you have to try to know." ”

"It's been a long time since I've met someone as heroic as you, I really didn't expect that in a small Fang clan, there would be such an impressive character as you. Han Fazun's dry face showed a faint smile.

It's just that this smile fell in the eyes of most people, and what they saw was gloomy, a kind of gloomy that belonged to the ancestor of the Yuanying Ancestor, and he said lightly: "You can report your name, and after this seat kills you, I can remember you as a person." ”

"If you say that, then I really don't need to give you a registration letter, anyway, if you want to kill me, it's just wishful thinking and wishful thinking!" Fang Ling said with a smile on his face.

A hint of color flashed in Han Fazun's eyes, the reason why he said that to Fang Ling just now was not because he had nothing to do, but because he wanted to suppress Fang Ling mentally.

After all, at this point in him, once the opponent shows the slightest flaw. will be caught by him, and then kill with one hit.

But now, Fang Ling, a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant. didn't show any flaws, on the contrary, he was extremely confident.

Although this kind of self-confidence could not affect Han Fazun, it also made him feel a little unhappy in his heart.

And compared to this unhappiness, he still has more appreciation in his heart, this young man is much stronger than his disciple Jiang Mingke. No wonder he was able to kill Jiang Ming.

Still, whoever he is, this time. Must die!

"Senior Han, this time it was mainly your sect that provoked first, if Jiang Ming hadn't attacked our family's Elder Fang Qingmei first, we wouldn't have made a move against Jiang Ming. "Fang Shengtian, who is the Great Elder of the Fang Family. In the moment of silence. stepped out and said loudly to Han Fazun.

Han Fazun's eyes glanced at Fang Shengtian, and said lightly, "Jiang Ming sneaked up on your Fang family elders?"

"Yes, Han-senpai. Fang Shengtian took a breath and said categorically.

Although he was very calm at this time, Fang Ling could still feel Fang Shengtian's nervousness at this time.

The sleeves of his shirt at his wrists were trembling slightly, and the tremor was not too obvious. But he couldn't hide it from Fang Ling's eyes.

Han Fazun and Fang Shengtian were in Fang Ling's estimation. It should be a contemporary. Moreover, when Fang Shengtian talked about cultivation, he was only one level worse than Han Fazun.

It is said that it is natural for two people to talk about friendship with the same generation, but at this time, Fang Shengtian called Han Fazun a senior.

From this title, it can be seen that Fang Shengtian is jealous of Han Fazun.

Han Fazun glanced at Fang Shengtian, and then his gaze fell on a Jindan real person from the Ten Thousand Law Hall.

This Jin Dan Zhenren trembled a little all over his body, and he said respectfully: "Return...... Back to the patriarch, this matter ...... Be...... It's ........."

Halfway through what Jin Dan Zhenren said, he couldn't go on, but Han Fazun said indifferently: "It was my instruction to kill your Fang family's new ancestor of the Yuanying Ancestor, in fact, Jiang Ming was very right." ”

That's right, it's just two words, and a lot of the time, it's a positive meaning.

But at this time, these two words came out of Han Fazun's mouth, but they gave people a domineering attitude that was inclusive of all directions.

It's like beating someone else, and I ran to your house to sue you, I was the one who beat you, and the next time we meet, I will beat you again.

Fang Shengtian's face was swollen and red, he originally hoped to find Han Fazun to mediate this matter, after all, Han Fazun, as one of the world's half-step powers, should also talk about face in some things.

didn't expect that Han Fazun would say it so loudly, and the main reason for Han Fazun to say things like this is naturally that Han Fazun was unscrupulous in this matter.

Strength is king, and every qiē is virtual.

Although Fang Shengtian felt that he had always understood this sentence, at this moment, he knew that just now, Han Fazun had taught him another lesson.

And the children of the Fang family on the side, their expressions became extremely ugly at this time, and Han Fazun's shameless words were equivalent to slapping them in the face in front of them.

They were angry, but more fearful, after all, in their eyes, Han Fazun was a behemoth, a behemoth that made them have no power to resist at all.

They couldn't defeat Han Fazun, and in front of Han Fazun, they felt that they were so small.

For a while, the surroundings became extremely silent, but all the eyes present fell on Han Fazun.

There is reverence and hatred in this gaze, but no matter which gaze it is, there is a trace of awe that cannot be concealed.

A trace of awe for Han Fazun, the first person in China.

"So, I killed Jiang Ming. A faint voice sounded in the void at this time, and I heard the man say in a calm tone: "I just didn't expect that the ten thousand laws of your Wanfa Hall are not touched, and it is really a headache." ”

This voice broke the silence around him, and also made the eyes of those who were attracted by Han Fazun's domineering spirit in the past shift to Fang Ling's body again.

"If your skills are not as good as others, if you die, you will die!" Han Fazun said, with a wave of his sleeves: "It's just that since he is my disciple, how can I, the master, have to say something, this Fang family's cave has existed for thousands of years, and it is not bad to accompany him to be buried." ”

Han Fazun, who had just finished speaking, pointed his palm towards the black big seal beside him, and the black big seal turned into ten flying swords in the void, and slashed directly towards Fang Ling.

This is still a means of ten in one life, ten in a hundred, a hundred in thousands, and thousands in a lifetime. In the battle with Jiang Ming, Fang Ling had already comprehended this magical power.

Jiang Ming also divided his magic weapon into ten parts just now, and there seems to be no difference between the current Han Fazun and Jiang Ming's methods just now.

However, the pressure brought to Fang Ling by those ten flying swords that came from the air was ten times stronger than Jiang Ming.

Ten times the pressure, this is still a simple shot by Han Fazun. Could it be that this is the true strength of the half-step power? Fang Ling, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, and when his divine thoughts flashed, the Demon Banner shook, and the Gate of the Xuanmu was propped up again.

Only this time, while driving the Gate of Xuanqi, he also took out the big black hand, turned into a big hand that covered the sky, and grabbed it directly towards the ten flying swords.

Han Fazun sneered, if his flying sword could be grabbed at will, he would not be worthy of being called a half-step powerhouse. However, he was a little looking forward to seeing what other means this young man had that he didn't know.

The sword light flickered like lightning, and in just an instant, the big black hand was stirred into a piece of minced meat. But the moment the sword light disappeared, the black palms gathered together again.

Zheng Xi's Shenyin Xuan corpse could have been indestructible. Now that he has been refined by Fang Ling Xuan's Dafa, it is even more strange and powerful.

Seeing the palms that were gathered together again, Han Fazun's face changed for a moment, although he had already estimated that Fang Ling's methods were more than that, he didn't expect that Fang Ling's methods would be so miraculous.

And at this moment, the big black hand grabbed the ten flying swords again. There was no need for Han Fazun to urge the magic trick at all, and the ten flying swords once again stirred the big hand into powder.

However, these two collisions had already made Han Fazun's flying sword aura disappear a lot, not to mention Fang Ling, even if Fang Shengyun looked at the flying sword at this time, he didn't have the fear he had in the past.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Ling pointed his finger, and the eighteen Shangqing Heavenly Thunder Swords, like eighteen rays of light, rushed straight towards Han Fazun.

The speed of this light was already beyond the range that the human eye could cover, but just as these rays were about to appear in front of Han Fazun, the ten flying swords suddenly branched out, blocking Han Fazun's body at a speed faster than Fang Ling's Shangqing Heavenly Thunder Sword.

The flying sword, at this time, had turned into a cloud of green smoke.

The light green smoke is like a cloud shrouded in the mountains, and there is a feeling that these clouds can be driven away with a wave of the sleeve.

However, this faint cloud and mist directly encircled Fang Ling's eighteen flying swords that could shatter the cracks and powders of mountain rocks.

"Ancestor, be careful that this kid's flying sword can emit thunder!" The Jin Dan Zhenren, who had just been ordered by Han Fazun to speak, reminded Han Fazun loudly.

Han Fazun just nodded faintly, not caring at all, and at this time, Fang Ling had already begun to urge the Nine Heavens Imperial Thunder True Solution.

Eighteen purple-cyan thunderbolts as thick as children's arms smashed down towards Han Fazun overwhelmingly, these thunderbolts were extremely surging, not only with the masculine power of heavenly thunder, but also with the vast merit of gathering the spirit of Haoran.

At the moment when the thunder converged and roared, Han Fazun's sleeves swung, and in front of him, an earthy yellow halo instantly appeared.

This is not a magic weapon born, but a yellow halo formed by Han Fazun's efforts in an instant, condensing the surrounding thick earth aura.

This is the expression of the power of the Great Dao pattern to urge heaven and earth, and this kind of halo is not something that ordinary monks can break at will.

Eighteen thunderbolts, almost at the moment when the halo formed, slashed fiercely at the halo. In an instant, the earthy yellow halo cracked hundreds of cracks.

And the eighteen purple-cyan thunderbolts disappeared without a trace! (To be continued......

PS: Long time no see, thanks little pocket brother!