Everyone scoffed.

This Lin Fan really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, if it weren't for the people on the Jiuhuang side to maintain it, he would have died eight hundred times!

Moreover, it is clear that the carriage and horses are facing a group of soul refining powerhouses, is it idle and dying fast enough?

Mo Yao glanced at Lin Fan coldly, glanced at the war sword in his hand with disgust, and mocked: "This is the war sword you are fighting for?"

Qinglin mocked: "Lin Fan, you are also a one-yuan holy son, don't forget your identity, a soldier of this grade is really no different from garbage, what are you pursuing?"

Hahaha......

Someone couldn't help but laugh and leaned back together.

"Holy Son, take the shit luck to come across it, this kind of garbage, even I, an ordinary disciple of Dayan, are not uncommon, how ridiculous it is to be used as a treasure. ”

"I really want to know if the treasure that Lin Fan snatched out of his cheeks can block the blow of my soldiers. ”

The disciples of the Flood Desolation Holy Land also laughed.

"Perhaps, he wants to work hard for resources outside, bring back a certain mountain lump, and use it for his family, you can't blame him, just because his family is too poor. ”

Everyone was talking, and they were all burying Lin Fan, causing everyone to laugh.

Especially those loose cultivators who were originally competing for this battle sword, laughed even more heartily.

Qinglin also smiled, and then said: "Holy Son, my one-yuan holy son has a limited promotion path, and a clay leg who has been in the field for less than a year is just a clay leg, what qualifications do you have to be worthy of the name of the Holy Son?"

Lin Fan glanced at him: "I also feel that my Holy Son came too easily, just stepped on a waste a few feet, and I actually became a Holy Son, I also feel incredible." ”

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, how did Lin Fan's holy son come here?

Who doesn't know?

Qingluan glanced at Qinglin, she had always felt that this Qinglin was resourceful, among the one-yuan disciples, she could be the dominant and overwhelm everyone, in fact, she had always felt that if this Yuan Holy Land was under the leadership of Qinglin, it could really go to the next level.

But now it seems that this Qinglin is simply stupid.

How did Lin Fan's Holy Son position come about?

That is stepping on your Qinglin's shoulders and taking the position, almost beating you to death, forced by reality, your master personally sealed the test, and now, you say that the promotion path of the Holy Son is limited, and you are not qualified to be called the Holy Son.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

Lin Fan smiled, and then said: "But I have also thought it out now, if it weren't for the master of the dead dog to come forward to save it, the waste that would be trampled to death by me could be the Holy Son, why should I?"

"Therefore, although I am worthy of this holy son, it is also disrespectful!"

"Anyway, I'm better than that dead dog, right?"

Everyone was speechless, and they all looked at Qinglin with a little contempt, isn't this Qinglin's past prestige all hype?

Why is your IQ so worrisome?

They think the same as Qingluan, this product is obviously calling others with their faces.

Qinglin's face was ashamed and ugly, he just followed the man's words for a while, but he didn't expect that it was he who lit a fire pit for himself, making him so uncomfortable and embarrassed, but what Lin Fan said was the truth, how to refute it?

He held back for a long time, only to feel that he couldn't breathe smoothly and was about to be suffocated.

The people of the Dayan Holy Land and the Honghuang Holy Land all looked at the people of Yiyuan with a smile, this Yuan Holy Land is really declining more and more, there is no unity in the door, how can a holy land not decline?

There was also a flash of contempt in Mo Yao's eyes, this is the person who almost became a sword after him?

Is that the goods?

Maybe it's because of one of the same things?

The great thing that once made him because of a misunderstanding, and also sent him from heaven to hell because of a new discovery, is that great thing for the Holy Land, or for himself?

Behold?

Perhaps, in the eyes of that big thing, there has never been a holy place, all he wants is his own body!

And if Qinglin is finally discovered, what if it is a misunderstanding?

How ridiculous......

"Buzz!"

Lin Fan's face turned pale suddenly, he felt that the sea of divine souls had set off monstrous waves, it was the soul of the soldier who was angry, he really felt a wave of anger, it was obvious that it came from the soul of the soldier, he was angry like a person, as if he had been robbed of his beloved toy, and he was tossing vigorously.

Splitting headaches.

And at this time, Mo Yao was twisting the war sword he took from Lin Fan in his forehand, and he didn't care about anything else, but this Lin Fan was going to die in this cemetery, and that was a promise.

Suddenly, his face changed, because at this moment, the war sword that he was holding tightly in his hand suddenly trembled, trying to break free from his shackles!

Shocking and shaking!

The sword trembled too fiercely, and a sword roar like a dragon roared that made people's eardrums hurt, and there were sword rays slashing from the blade in all directions, drawing a dark spatial crack.

This is just a sword of the fifth or sixth rank of the Xuan Rank, but now it emits a great power, as if a supernatural person is wielding it, trying to slash the ants that bind him.

"Hold it down!"

Mo Yao roared!

He doesn't believe it, it's just a sword, and he can't control it!

Everyone else was shocked, the war sword was self-exerting its might, surpassing common sense, as if it had a soldier soul and battle intent, and compiled rules, and even Mo Yao of the soul refining realm didn't seem to be able to control it!

The sword was originally shot in all directions, but it eventually condensed and formed above the battle sword, it was a giant sword, similar to itself, but it was countless times larger!

Moreover, everyone clearly felt that this condensed sword was contemptuous of everyone!

Yes, it is contempt!

It's like an emperor, overlooking his subjects!

Lin Fan didn't have a headache, he understood everything, this was the soldier's soul angry, crazy for the food that was about to be taken away, and he was punishing Mo Yao!

Everyone looked at Lin Fan, their faces were hot!

They have always belittled Lin Fan, bluntly saying that he is a clay leg, treating garbage as a treasure, depreciating his value, etc., but now it seems that they are really blind!

This battle sword is really a fifth- or sixth-grade Xuan-rank?

Even if it's the ninth rank of the Xuan Rank, it doesn't have such power, right?

At the very least, they have to be ground-level soldiers to have a trace of fighting spirit, to condense a wisp of soldier soul, and to inherit a wisp of the master's rules and principles!

This soldier, who was despised by them, was so rebellious!

What a slap in the face!

"Ah......h

Mo Yao suddenly screamed, he couldn't wipe his face and let go of the battle sword, so of course the soldier soul in Lin Fan's mind would not let him go, the giant sword that condensed out slashed down, and the hundred-zhang long blade slashed towards Mo Yao.

Blood splattered, and a hideous and terrifying sword mark appeared on Mo Yao's body, extending from his left arm to his abdomen, and he was almost dismembered!

He let go, the sword roared lightly, and returned to Lin Fan's hands on his own!

Lin Fan held the sword, blinked, and chuckled: "You can't even hold a garbage battle sword, it's sad." ”AQ