56 magic weapons to make contributions (celebrate the full moon of this book, today's third update)

Wang Fan listened to Hong Qian's arrogance. He thought that Feng Gang was a foundation-building monk. His forehead was sweating. After listening carefully, he knew that this "master" turned out to be just a three-level monk. He couldn't help but feel relieved, so he went forward with three fists and two feet, and cleaned up Hong Qian only lying on the ground and moaning.

At this moment, a scream came from Yuan Hong.

Wang Fan was shocked and looked up to see the disciple who besieged Yuan Hong, with his head and feet separated and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Baishan ran away when things were not good. Originally, the two could only be combined to suppress Yuan Hong, but now there is only one person left, who is not an opponent. He was in a hurry to be attacked by Yuan Hong and split in half.

"Baishan, since you are here, stay!"

Wang Fan left Hong Qian behind, his feet were full of strength, and he caught up with him like flying.

At this moment, a sudden shout came: "I'm so angry, Wang Fan, how dare you be so cruel to your fellow door? If I don't kill you today, I will not be a human being."

A thin man, holding the trembling Baishan, stared at Wang Fan fiercely. If his eyes could kill people, Wang Fan would have been crushed to pieces at this moment.

Wang Fan stood up and said, "Are you Feng Gang? What's wrong with you? Why do you want to kill me?

He has made up his mind to destroy everyone here. The reason for this question is that he has little spiritual power, and the call is not very proficient, and it takes a little time to prepare.

"Isn't that a reason why you persecute your peers?" Feng Gang is righteous and fierce.

"Persecution of peers? Haha, you're blind. It's they who persecute the same people first. I have to fight back!" Wang Fan spoke and secretly carried his spiritual power.

"Kid, do you want to delay?" Feng Gang was experienced and saw through his purpose in just a few words: "Play conspiracy and tricks in front of me, go to hell!" With that, the light of the sword flashed and stabbed out.

"Golden Jade Gravel Fist" Wang Fan did not give in at all. He shouted loudly, and the fist shadow composed of spiritual power was a hard flying sword.

I only heard a loud bang, which was shining brightly.

After all, his cultivation is shallow. After holding the fist shadow and the flying sword for a moment, he was broken, and the flying sword stabbed his body.

Wang Fan's face changed, and his body suddenly retreated. At the same time, the direction changed continuously, hoping to avoid it.

"Kid, my "Thousand Shadow Swords" is the secret skill of Jianzong. Just die obediently!" Feng Gang laughed, pinched the sword, and shouted "chasing".

The flying sword is like a living creature, deftly flying left and right with Wang Fan, and there is a tendency not to stop.

"Thousand Shadow Swords"? The secret skill of Jianzong?" Wang Fan hid in a hurry, but his heart thought about it. The book collection outside is too poor, and many books are obviously incomplete. For example, he has read the word "Jianzong" in miscellaneous books, but only a few strokes have been taken, and there is no introduction later: "The school raising us is like raising pigs. Just wait to fatten up and kill and eat, but it does not open our wisdom at all. The opportunity of wisdom."

He is more angry, and he is more and more eager to understand the outside world.

These thoughts just flashed by, and the flying sword is like the poison of bones, biting tightly.

The wind and snow were mixed, and the road was extremely slippery. Wang Fan retreated quickly. Inadvertently, he staddled and fell to the ground.

The flying sword is like a spirit snake, with its tail swinging and rushing straight down.

When Bai Shan saw this, he was finally relieved and laughed loudly, "Brother Feng is really very human. I really admire him to kill this traitor with only a flying sword."

"Of course, my flying sword is not comparable to those garbage. It was sent by Brother Wu Wei of Refiner Feng. Can it be garbage?" Feng Gang was complacent.

Refinery Peak is one of the two gates of the three peaks of Lingxiao Pavilion. It specializes in refining spiritual weapons and providing weapons for disciples. The disciples on the peak are all selected from the inner door and are rare important positions in the pavilion. In fact, in addition to the Refining Peak, Refining Peak is also a good place to go. It provides spiritual liquid and various elixirs for the disciples in the pavilion, not to mention ordinary disciples. Even the foundation monks are respectful to the disciples in the refining peak; as for the spirit beast peak, they have to deal with the spirit beast every day. Of course, that is also relative to the other two peaks. Compared with the disciples, it is like living in heaven.

"Really? Why didn't I see what's good about this flying sword?" Wang Fan, who had fallen and was stabbed by the flying sword, suddenly stood up, holding a dagger in his hand, and the dagger was placed on the side, blocking the tip of the sword.

It turned out that when he saw that Feng Gang was powerful, he deliberately fell down and pulled out the dagger on his calf. This dagger was treasured by the foundation monk. At least it was a medium spiritual weapon. Naturally, it was more powerful than Feng Gang's flying sword and easily blocked the assassination of the flying sword.

"It's just rubbish!" Wang Fan snorted coldly, and the dagger turned over. "Pa" cut on the flying sword.

There was a cry of the flying sword, and a crack appeared on the sword.

"Do not hurt my flying sword!" Feng Gang shouted and quickly came back.

Ling Xiaoge is quite stingy with his disciples. For example, Wang Fan and other outer disciples go to the tarantula desert to do tasks, but only send a garbage spirit sword, which is not even a inferior product. Although Feng Gang is in the inner door, he does not expect the sect to take special care, so he has to change it everywhere by himself. Even if he can find a relationship, he spends almost all his money. I got this low-grade spiritual sword from Wu Wei, a disciple of Refinery Peak.

It can be said that this sword is his **. How can he watch Wang Fan's injury?

"What about hurting your flying sword? I will kill you today!" Wang Fan's murderous intent was revealed, and he slowly leaned up with a dagger in his hand.

Under the premise of the same cultivation, a good blade can undoubtedly greatly increase the chances of winning.

Feng Gang's face turned pale. He looked at Wang Fan's dagger, showing greed, but his eyes floated uncertainly.

Baishan's pride has long disappeared, and his face was full of panic and uneasiness. But when Feng Gang stared at Wang Fan's dagger, he suddenly said, "Brother Feng, this dagger is at least a medium-grade spiritual weapon. If you kill him, it will be yours."

Feng Gang turned his head and looked at him gently and smiled: "That's right. Kill him. The dagger is mine." With that, he said viciously to Wang Fan, "Today, I'll let you see my strength, ground thorn charm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took his hand into his arms and threw out a seal.

The earth suddenly shook, and earth thorns came out of the earth and went straight to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan once saw that Wang Sen of Feiyumen used Fu seal, but at that time, he was only looking from afar. He saw swords, shadows and thunder. He had not experienced the specific power personally. However, Cui Ren, a monk who had practiced the second level of Qi, was seriously injured after only occupying one side, which showed the power of Fu Zhuan.

He ate black and got some charms. Although he didn't know the grade, he had been putting it on his body to save his life. This time, he saw Feng Gang taking it out into his arms and shouted "ground thorn charm". He didn't know it well. He quickly took it out in his arms. He didn't know which one to grab. His spiritual power rushed into the talisman and threw it out.

As the saying goes, "no book by coincidence", what he threw was a "ground trap charm", which could just restrain the "ground thorn charm", and saw the earth thorns, big and small, slowly sinking into the ground.

"It's not good" Feng Gang shouted secretly, and he didn't care about Baishan. He turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly he felt that his body sank and sank down. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and his aura was transported to his legs. His feet were windy, and he ran away.

"Where to go!" Wang Fan reacted and had been preparing for a long time to fly out of the fairy rope, tying him tightly.