Lin Fan watched and let the soldiers and ancient books rush past him, he didn't intercept them, the main thing was that he didn't see the soldiers who took advantage of him.

He likes heavy halberds, but he doesn't have them here, and he has no interest in those ancient books, greedy and not rotten, Lin Fan understands this truth, there are too many martial arts and exercises in his mind, and he almost memorized all the incomplete martial arts of the One Yuan Holy Land in his soul.

This also leads to the fact that he does not specialize in martial arts at all, this is a hard injury, and when he kills many others, he will think about what kind of martial arts he wants to use to kill the enemy in his mind, and sometimes he will delay the fighter.

And Xue Meiren once told him that if he continues like this, if he meets a demon with similar combat power to him, maybe a trance of thought can kill him, so he no longer covets more, but needs to settle down and study one or two martial arts.

The ancient books and the soldiers formed a meteor shape, shooting in all directions, bringing a strong wind, dragging a long tail.

Everyone watched greedily, snorting heavily, fighting all the way where did the so-called come from?

It's just a matter of chance!

And here, there are ancient books and soldiers, this is the chance!

"Rob!"

A Ning Yuan Sanxiu was the first to make a move, his big hand was spread out, his soul power covered his palm, and his body moved, chasing towards an ancient book.

Finally, he took this ancient book, and after exploring it slightly, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Xuan-rank seven-rank exercise method suppresses prison strength! With this technique, I can dominate one side after twenty years of cultivation!"

He roared, he was a casual cultivator, limited by resources, and had no good future at all, but now that he had this exercise, everything was different, and the future could be expected.

"Die!"

Suddenly, someone made a difficulty, it was a cultivator standing beside him, he took advantage of this scattered cultivation unpreparedness, and broke out, and the big gong directly blew up the head of this scattered cultivator, and the white brain stained his face!

This Xuan-level seven-grade exercise has changed hands!

Lin Fan watched coldly, in fact, if he didn't know that he wouldn't be able to enter the next level alone, he would have wanted to leave now.

Wu Chengcheng and the others didn't move, these so-called chances, in their opinion, are useless at all, they all come from big forces, and these things can't get into their eyes.

But the scattered cultivation is different, they are trying their best to fight and rob, some people win the war or the ancient book, but as soon as they get it, they are killed, of course, there are also strong people who withdraw directly after grabbing the treasure, looking at the wolf, looking down on everyone, no one dares to move.

Qinglin and others who had a grudge against Lin Fan had been staring at Lin Fan's every move, and they also looked down on these things, but if Lin Fan dared to snatch them, they would also be willing to destroy them.

"Hey, this soldier is good, I'm afraid it's almost to the fifth or sixth rank of the Xuan Rank. ”

Lin Fan looked at Qingluan with a smile, it was a long sword, green and faint, and layers of frost appeared around this blade, giving people an extreme sense of coldness.

This sword should be the best of all the soldiers in this land.

Qingluan glanced at it: "This thing, do you need it?"

Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he didn't want it, but at the moment when this long sword appeared, he had been in the sea of souls, and the soldier soul, who had stayed in his sea of souls for almost half a year, and had not reacted at all, seemed to tremble slightly.

Lin Fan was stunned!

This thing, actually took the initiative to move?

It's a big deal.

And at the moment when the soldier's soul trembled slightly, the long sword that was originally flying in the opposite direction of Lin Fan suddenly stopped, and then the tip of the sword turned backwards to Lin Fan and flew towards him quickly, Lin Fan was stunned, just raised his hand slightly, and grabbed the sword in his hand.

Lin Fan couldn't cry or laugh, this soldier's soul really didn't follow the usual path, it was able to summon soldiers, and it had a slight effect after all.

And the many cultivators who were chasing this war sword and wanted to hold it in their hands all showed unwillingness on their faces after seeing this war sword fall into Lin Fan's hands, but what could they do?

Compete with Lin Fan?

Eventually, they snorted and chose another target.

And just when Lin Fan held the war sword in his hand, he actually felt that the soldier soul in the sea of divine souls showed an eager hunger, as if the war sword in his hand was a good meal.

And before he could think about it, he heard a cold scolding: "Hand over the sword, or die!"

Lin Fan's eyes were cold, this voice, he was too familiar, it belonged to Qinglin!

This is looking for trouble sincerely, a soldier of this level, even he can't look down on him now, this Qinglin is already about to refine the soul realm, how can he get into his eyes?

Obviously, it's against him!

"Hehe, with you, are you also worthy of this sword?hand it over honestly, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless!" Mo Yao also spoke, with a sneer and mockery.

Sure enough, mud legs are mud legs, no matter how their status changes, they can't escape the roots of a mud leg themselves, and even such garbage soldiers have to rob it, which is simply a loss of face in the Holy Land.

"Yo, I haven't found out that this razor has a razor, I want it too, so, Lin Fan, you hand it over immediately!"

The soul refining powerhouse of the Dayan Holy Land also spoke mockingly.

The soul refining powerhouse of the Flood Desolate Holy Land laughed strangely, and the mockery in his eyes became even stronger: "This is your one-yuan holy son? ”

Poof!

Someone held back a laugh, this sentence hurts.

is only worthy of throwing things in the toilet, Lin Fan turned out to be a treasure.

"It's really garbage and waste, it's a perfect match. Someone spoke again.

"Don't say anything else, just give you one second to hand over the sword, otherwise, die!"

Qinglin spoke again, it didn't matter if he couldn't look down on this sword, but Lin Fan just couldn't have it!

Lin Fan looked at these mocking people coldly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was not concealed at all, was it aimed at him like this?

Those who chase the sword have a smile in their eyes, what if they can't get it?

You Lin Fan got it, so what?

Can you keep it?

Mo Yao sneered: "You're going to force me to wait?"

Lin Fan glanced at him: "If I find an opportunity, I will knock out your full mouthful of teeth, you have bad breath, you have bad breath, you have to be cured." ”

"Boom!"

The sound burst out, and Mo Yao came to kill Lin Fan.

Lin Fan sneered, he threw out the battle sword, the battle sword was like a divine dragon, and shot away.

At the same time, the soul refining powerhouse of Jiuhuang took a step helplessly, blocked in front of Lin Fan, and said, "If you get the battle sword, forget it, you still want him to open the way." ”

He really couldn't understand why his princess would repeatedly defend this Lin Fan.

But the princess has a life, what can he do?

The cold light in Mo Yao's eyes was about to condense into substance, and he felt that his front teeth were leaking, which was pulled out by Lin Fan, and he pointed at Lin Fan: "When you have no use value, you will die." ”

"I'll wait!"

Lin Fan responded.

Actually, he wanted to say, if there was a certain moment, who would be alive and who would die?