"What about your Faxiang Sect?

The old ghost woman seemed to be suspicious, but her eyes did not leave Nangong's hopeless body for a moment, and the meaning of her words was clearly revealed.

"She took a fancy to Nangong and was hopeless. ”

What kind of people are on the floating island, a person who is old and sophisticated, and she can't see her intentions.

It's not just the intention, even the intention of doing it, once you think about it, it's clear.

The three major sects in Qinzhou, there is a person in the hundred years of the Yuan Infant Dacheng, which should have been celebrated, because it happened in the hundred years of sealing the mountains, and there was one person for each other, and the surname Suo was simplified, that is, it was just a celebration in the sect.

Now I see Zhang Fan, who also belongs to the new Yuanying real person, but he can be celebrated by all the real people in Qinzhou, famous all over the world, and preach on stage, if there is no pimple in his heart, it is impossible to say.

Look at this old ghost woman picking people, not picking those old powerhouses, just because they are afraid that they will release too much water, it is better to let these new real people go, how much will they contribute a little more.

In fact, it is inevitable to release water, what is the name of today? How can everyone tear their faces? And there is no conflict of interests, but only a difference in degree.

"Hmph, that's exactly what you want. ”

Candle Jiuxiao sneered, then turned around and said to Nangong Hopeless: "Senior Brother Nangong, you will make a move with Senior Brother Zhang later, you don't need to keep your hand, and let the old woman see the strength of my Faxiangzong real person." ”

When he said this, he did not hide it, and everyone listened to it.

Nangong Wuwang looked at Zhang Fan on the pillar platform with a complicated expression, and nodded silently.

Thinking that he is a generation of Tianjiao, he is only regarded as a touchstone by others, and this taste, except for himself, others can't understand it.

After signaling, Nangong Hopeless stepped out in one step, came to the bottom of the pillar, looked up at Zhang Fan above, looked at each other, and couldn't help but have a taste in his heart.

"Just, it's up to you Faxiangzong to strike first!"

Seeing Nangong's hopeless appearance, the old ghost woman knew that it was impossible for him to keep his hand, so she couldn't help but feel very satisfied, and stepped back with a strange smile.

Whoever comes first and who comes last, don't fight yet? Everyone is also indispensable, giving up enough space for the two new Yuanying real people to try their strengths and weaknesses.

The matter has come to this point, Zhang Fan didn't say much, just pointed out in his hand and said: "Senior Brother Nangong, please!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, please!"

Nangong Hopeless said indifferently, as soon as the words fell, the whole person was wrapped in flames, rose from the ground, flew into the air in an instant, and stood at eye level with Zhang Fan on the pillar.

Judging from their cultivation, what is the difference between the high places and the bottom? Nangong has no hope of doing this, it is nothing more than the psychological result of not wanting to be subservient.

As soon as he stood in the air, a circle of fiery red suddenly flew out from Nangong's hopeless arm, dripping and turning in a circle in the air, the phoenix chirped and the blue thunder sounded, and the lazy figure of the southern Vermilion Bird was revealed, drilled out of the Vermilion Bird ring, and stretched out.

Suddenly, the blazing heat enveloped all, the length of the birds, and the power of the Nanming Fire Spirit spread.

It is the Southern Vermilion Bird, one of the five spirits, that suppresses the divine beast of the south.

The tailor-made top-level magic weapon Vermilion Bird Ring, the high-level Southern Vermilion Bird, the two are one, coupled with Nangong's hopeless and genuine Yuanying realm cultivation, which suddenly made everyone below look awe-inspired.

Such a majesty has lived up to Nangong's hopeless reputation for hundreds of years.

Looking at this situation, Zhang Fan knew what kind of blow Nangong Hopeless wanted was, and couldn't help but smile, and said secretly in his heart: "What about fulfilling you?!"

Immediately, the thought in my heart, above my head, an acre of colorful Qingyun emerged, ten thousand dazzlings, countless golden lights, just like the true fairy style in the sky.

"Knock~"

A melodious bell rang, and the Donghuang bell turned into a brilliant golden light, flying out of the clouds, like a red bird ring, suspended in the air.

On it, the golden wufa phase suddenly emerged, standing on the body of the bell with three legs, as if stepping on the big road, overlooking all living beings, indescribable meaning.

The Golden Crow and the Vermilion Bird are facing each other, and the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Vermilion Bird Ring are competing with each other!

The atmosphere on the floating island is almost stagnant.

I don't know when, the drunken Daoist moved to Candle Jiuxiao's side, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Candle, what kind of law is this Donghua Zhenren, why hasn't Lao Drunk heard of it?"

"Da Yue Jinwu! I am the superior of the Law Minister!"

Candle Jiuxiao didn't hide it, and even a little bit of a purpose for it.

"The Great Golden Crow?!"

The drunken Daoist muttered to himself as he looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to keep the name in his heart.

There are still many people who are doing general actions with him, and the conversation between the two is not particularly disguised, and with the cultivation of more than ten yuan babies in the field, they naturally heard it clearly.

"Drink!"

At this moment, in the sky above, Zhang Fan and Nangong Hopeless shouted in unison and shot out.

In the void between the two people, layers of ripples appeared, and it was the sound of this powerful power that was implied, impacting here, shattering the aura that filled the sky.

And this is just a prelude!

In an instant, the sound of black cries resounded in the sky, and the sound of phoenixes shook in all directions.

The Eastern Emperor Bell and the Vermilion Bird Ring are two top-level magic weapons;

Suddenly, a golden rainbow that pierced the sky, and a surging flame slammed into each other.

"Boom!"

Piercing through the heavens and the earth, with a roar, the huge floating island, trembling all over, if it weren't for the suppression of the Nine Heavens True Man Feng Jiuling, a sudden collapse could be expected.

For a while, everyone's eyes were condensed to a high altitude, where two magic weapons, two magic phases, and two real people won or lost in one blow.

Everyone is curious, even if they are real people, and they are no exception.

Everyone wants to know, what kind of law is Zhang Fan's rampant Golden Crow, and how is it compared to the Southern Vermilion Bird, which has been famous for hundreds of years and has a clear inheritance? What is Zhang Fan's strength, and how strong and weak is it compared to Nangong Wuwang, a new generation of masters who are famous among the newly promoted Yuanying?

It's not just outsiders, it's the real people of the Dharma Sect, and they are also quite curious about this, especially for the Great Golden Wu Faxiang, although they have been confirmed from the mouth of Candle Jiuxiao, but it is better than seeing it with their own eyes, whether they are superior to the Dharma Phase, whether they have supreme power, naturally they can't hide it from their eyes.

Everything will be known in an instant!

"Boom!"

At the last moment, the bell of the Eastern Emperor and the cry of the golden crow suddenly suppressed the sound of the phoenix and the red bird, and became the only sound between heaven and earth.

"Boom~Boom~~"

The sound of explosion, under the eyes of everyone, two flames, all of a sudden, flew back.

As soon as it enters the Qingyun, it is suspended on it, and it vibrates slightly, as if it is boasting of its merits; as soon as it falls into the hands of people, the fire light flows, trembling and trembling, as if it is wailing.

Victory or defeat, divided!

Zhang Fan and Nangong were hopeless, putting aside everything else, almost using the same means, just relying on their own cultivation, magic powers, and natal magic weapons, to make a frontal blow, and the result seemed to be no gap, evenly divided, but in the eyes of a group of Yuanying real people, it was not the same thing at all.

With their eyes, they can all clearly see that at the last moment, the Golden Crow and the Eastern Emperor Bell defeated the Vermilion Bird and the Vermilion Bird Ring and completely suppressed it.

If it is a fight of life and death, each showing its magical powers, this gap will be infinitely expanded, and it will not be as it is now.

"Terrible and terrible!"

For a while, in the hearts of the newly promoted Yuanying real people, the same thought couldn't help but flash.

One is that Nangong is hopeless and strong, which is well known, and the other is that Zhang Fan's speed of progress in the past hundred years is unlimited.

The reaction of others, the feeling, Zhang Fan and Nangong Hopeless will naturally not know, at that time, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the pillar, there was not much change in his expression, there was no joy and anger, but in his eyes, a touch of amazement flashed.

Compared with them, Zhang Fan and Nangong Wuwang naturally knew more clearly.

In fact, his cultivation is still weaker than Nangong Hopeless, perhaps in the other party's opinion, when he entered the Yuanying realm late, only Zhang Fan himself knows that it is the second Yuanying, after all, it is weaker than the real Yuanying line.

The reason for this result is that it is the Golden Wufa Phase, which defeats the Southern Vermilion Bird, and the Eastern Emperor Zhong Zhibao, which overwhelms the power of the Vermilion Bird Ring.

Whether it is the law phase or the natal magic weapon, Zhang Fan is better than Nangong and hopeless, if it is not, if it is not so, I am afraid that a blow will change the result.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the mountain that made him tremble and was regarded as his goal back then was finally overturned, and it was under this blow!

Nangong was hopeless, and his expression did not change greatly from time to time, but the knuckles that were holding the Vermilion Bird Ring tightly and using too much force and turned white, and the breath that suddenly fell down on his body could tell his mood at this time.

was silent, turned around, and returned to the Faxiangzong and the Yuanying real people, looking at the nose and nose, and then looking at everyone.

"It's a pity!"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan frowned slightly and sighed secretly.

Nangong is hopeless, and the Vermilion Bird is extremely proud, and only when he bears the hope of the world and looks up to the audience, is he at the peak of his state.

At this time, although Nangong was hopeless, but that kind of pride was shattered, and I don't know if I can restore the arrogance of swaying freely and hating ants.

If there is no day, Nangong is hopeless, it can be regarded as a waste, in vain a shell with the strength of a real person and a thousand years of life, and it will be even more difficult to step into the road of immortality.

Nangong is hopeless and will not show it for the time being, at this time the dust has settled, and it is time to replace the next person.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan raised the gourd and poured a sip of spirits, letting the heat spread all over his body, and said loudly: "Next, which real person is teaching?"

Before the words fell, his gaze swept over the people below, especially the old ghost woman, the three major scattered cultivators, the golden snake Langjun, and the mirage real person, the six of them who were about to fight him, paid special attention.

At this glance, Zhang Fan's expression moved, and he found something that he had ignored before.

"What a coincidence!"

Secretly thinking, in the light of light, an idea emerged.

"If you can really do it, I'm afraid that after this meeting, no one in the world knows you!"

The light in Zhang Fan's eyes became more and more intense, and his thoughts turned sharply, judging whether the previous idea was feasible, and at the same time, a man covered with golden scales and leather clothes came out of the crowd!

- Imperial Spirit Sect, Golden Snake Langjun, Dugu Injury!

(To be continued)