I saw that Yang Fan's whole body was full of qi and blood, and the scars on his fist disappeared quickly, and then the blood and qi shrank again, condensing into a ball, which was obviously the way of luck of the python in the python dance.

It's just that at this moment, Yang Fan didn't use it on his whole body, but on his hands, making the entire arm, including his fists, shrink by one-third, but his strength and defense have greatly increased.

The frame of this python dance, after this period of use, seems to have a bit of a taste of unrestrained routines in Yang Fan's hands, only to see that with a wave of his fist, he hit a spirit sword that shot straight into the throat, and the spirit sword that had obviously become powerful and heavy was knocked out several meters away.

However, the few people who had already moved the killing machine obviously prevented Yang Fan's fist, and the spiritual power contained in the spirit sword naturally became more and more intense, Yang Fan's punch just knocked the spirit sword away, shook it for a while, and then it was controlled again, attacking Yang Fan.

Seven flying swords, no matter how strong and fast Yang Fan is, he can't stop it, he flies this handle, and the next one is in front of him, in danger, Yang Fan can only try to avoid the vital point, only to hear a loud sound, the disciple clothes on his body are easily cut.

A bright red cut appeared on Yang Fan's body, and then, another sword light slashed.

Although Yang Fan has a strong body, vigorous qi and blood, and even has an ability similar to the immortal body, but in the face of the seven flying swords, he is still unable to do so, coupled with these words, in order to balance the five organs, at the same time, he does not want people to discover his terrifying aura absorption ability, he deliberately controlled the beating of the seven exquisite hearts, so that his strength has decreased.

"No, if it continues like this, it will definitely be dismantled by these people!"

Yang Fan's heart was ruthless, and the seven exquisite hearts in his body were urging, as for the possibility of exposing his ability to absorb aura, "It's a big deal, kill all these people!"

"Jin Siming, you are so bold, you actually dare to kill my disciples outside the mountain gate of my True Martial Sect, can it be that your Spirit Sword Sect wants to start a war with my True Martial Sect?"

At this moment, a coquettish voice came from afar, and then, Ye Zhen saw that a gray-white true qi shot over like a dark cloud.

It's evil!

Innate martial cultivation, first cultivate the true qi, and then refine the true qi into the gangqi, and in the end, it is necessary to integrate the evil qi between heaven and earth into the body, and turn the evil qi into the body, so that in the end, temper your own martial will and achieve the martial king.

The rich evil qi in front of him, it was obvious that the person who came was a congenital cultivator who had refined the evil realm, comparable to a cultivator who had more than seven turns of Jindan.

Yang Fan saw that the evil qi was coming, and those flying swords fell down as if they were blown by the wind, and his heart was relieved, and at the same time, he also set his eyes on the person who came to save him.

I saw that this person was dressed in a purple-red suit, with a slender body, a long and beautiful style, and was tied up high, and his pretty goose egg face made the whole person look clean and heroic, it was the senior sister who introduced Yang Fan before, Fang Xuewei.

"Senior Brother Yang Fan, are you okay. ”

Fang Xuewei's soft voice came from her ears, which made Yang Fan feel a few gratitudes.

"It's okay, Senior Sister Fang. ”

Although Yang Fan said that it was okay, Fang Xuewei could see that the messy wounds on his body, as well as the disciple clothes, were about to turn into beggars.

I have a good feeling in my heart, this kid, I really didn't read it wrong, I was tough enough.

It's just a pity that he can't avenge him this time, although Jin Siming is at fault, but he is the grandson of the four elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, even if he is besieged by him, he has to calculate a lot in the door, and he is willing to come to the door to ask for justice, and he will never dare to kill someone in private.

Thinking of this, Fang Xuewei's heart was sad, the dignified True Martial Arts, now that she has fallen into such a situation, she is the main lineage, she feels the deepest, and she also wants to invigorate the sect the most, but unfortunately, she is not only a female streamer, but also in terms of cultivation, she has been unable to break through to the realm of the Martial King, and she can only travel around, one hopes to make a name for the True Martial Sect, and the other hopes to recruit some genius disciples and revive the True Martial Sect.

That's why she went to Heifeng Village, and when she met Yang Fan, she recruited him to the door.

"Miss Fang, you finally appeared. ”

At this moment, in the midst of the endless evil qi, Jin Siming's voice came out, he was still sitting in the chair, and the old god was there, but there was a burst of golden light on his body, blocking the evil qi.

As for the others, they were not so good, sitting cross-legged one by one, doing their best to resist the evil qi from the outside.

Fortunately, Fang Xuewei didn't plan to kill them, otherwise there was no need to do anything, as long as they increased the investment in evil energy, these people would definitely die, a group of cultivators who had built a tenth-layer foundation, in front of Fang Xuewei, it was really not enough to see.

"You want to see me?"

Squinting at Jin Siming, Fang Xuewei said coldly.

The golden light on Jin Siming's body is obviously a talisman magic weapon, which Fang Xuewei can see, and Yang Fan can also see it.

"Of course, yesterday I saw Miss Fang by chance, and I fell in love at first sight, and I wanted to see her again but couldn't get it, and I learned that Miss Fang has always loved her junior disciples like siblings, so I made such an indiscriminate method, and I hope Miss Fang will forgive me. ”

Saying that, Jin Siming, who was dressed in a white robe and was extremely arrogant before, actually saluted the other party Xuewei, as if he was apologizing.

At this moment, Fang Xuewei had no reason to use the topic to play, "Okay, now that you have seen it, let's say goodbye, if there is any harm to my junior disciples in the future, don't blame me Fang Xuewei for being unkind to you!"

With that, Fang Xuewei pulled Yang Fan and walked towards the mountain gate.

With the help of evil qi, Fang Xuewei can almost fly out of thin air like those cultivators, but it is not as long as the spiritual power of cultivators, and the speed is not fast, so the martial cultivation of the general innate realm, unless it is deliberately showing off, generally does not fly with evil qi.

"Miss Fang, see you today, I understand my thoughts better, if Miss Fang agrees, I will let my grandfather go to the Zhenwu Gate to propose marriage to the master of the sect, and I hope that Miss Fang will be prepared. ”

As soon as these words came out, Fang Xuewei almost didn't mention her true breath, and fell from mid-air, but fortunately, she still had Yang Fan in her hand, which made her somewhat scrupled, and she always retained a breath of true qi to protect Yang Fan, so that she didn't fall directly.

At the same time, naturally he didn't see Jin Siming's eyes looking at Yang Fan, which was extremely gloomy.

She didn't answer, and Fang Xuewei returned to the True Martial Sect at a faster speed.

Putting Yang Fan down, Fang Xuewei said with a little anxiety and apology: "Yesterday, I wanted to celebrate for you, and also introduce you to some good senior brothers and sisters, but now it seems that it will take a while, just right, a month later will be the great competition of the sect, if you can stand out among the outer disciples, even if you do not break through the innate nature, you will be appreciated by the door, you first cultivate well, and after a month, the senior sister will celebrate for you." ”

encountered Jin Siming, who was like a madman, Fang Xuewei was really in no mood to celebrate with Yang Fan, and was anxious to solve the troubles of this matter, and then thought that a month later it would be a big competition of sects, so she pushed this matter to that time.

Yang Fan nodded, didn't say much, and after sending Fang Xuewei away, he went directly back to his residence.

At this moment, his desire to become stronger is even more urgent, not only for the sake of the sect competition in a month, to give him a face for the growth of the old man who has great expectations for him, but also, after Jin Siming's incident, especially in the last glimpse, when he saw Jin Siming's gloomy eyes, Yang Fan knew that this matter was not over, and naturally he had a sense of crisis.

Moreover, in this cultivation realm, it will be dangerous to reach your own mountain gate, but what about other places?

"This is no longer the earth, even if it is the earth, it is inevitable to join the battle with people, but there is money and power connections, here is more direct, it is the strength of my own family, if I have the strength of Senior Sister Fang today, these people still dare to stop me? Even if I don't kill them, I can go calmly with a wave of my hand!"

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