92 Dragons and Tigers

Wang Fan returned strongly. As soon as he took action, he cut off the low-grade spiritual weapons and slapped him out again, completely solving Yuan Hong's death situation. Everyone cheered one after another, but annoyed the majestic Zhang Li.

Zhang Li has experienced a lot of battles and a wide range of knowledge since he was in the middle of the world. As soon as he saw Wang Fan, he was shocked: "This boy's spiritual power is so strong that he can support the two people to fly in the air."

There is a significant feature of practicing up to the sixth layer of Qi, that is, spiritual power can support the body to control the air, but for ordinary monks, it is not bad to support themselves, let alone carrying others, unless the cultivation is further increased to reach the seventh and eighth layers of Qi practice.

"Is this boy's cultivation more than six levels?" He won't believe anything. The spiritual power of the six-level monk can be strong enough to support the two people to fly in the air.

"When did this foreign disciple have such a talent?" Before coming, in order to know himself and his enemy, he specially asked someone to inquire about it, but because Li Shunzi and Zhu Gui, who coached Wang Fan's disciples, had died in battle, no matter how hard he tried, he was not very clear about it.

"Isn't this person a disciple of the outside door?" He was suspicious and suddenly listened to Lin Li's cry. The spiritual sword was cut off, so scared that he shivered and almost fell down from mid-air.

"How can you cut off a spiritual weapon by shooting a dagger in the air?" He couldn't close his mouth: "It's impossible. Let's not talk about flying in the air, the spiritual power used to attack will be reduced by more than half. In terms of the material of the lower spiritual weapon, how can it be cut off by a dagger? Difficulty, this dagger is a top-quality spiritual weapon?!"

"Who is this person?" Zhang Li was about to go crazy, but the more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became: "Is it Master Iron?"

Just as he was thinking hard, Lin Li screamed and fell to the ground, rolled three times in a row, and fainted.

Yuan Hong escaped from death, wiped the blood on his face, looked up at Wang Fan, and laughed wildly: "Haha, Boss Wang, Boss Wang, you are my own brother, haha."

Wang Fan couldn't smile bitterly: "What are you talking about? It's always causing me trouble!"

As soon as they said a few words, they were reacted by Zhang Li, who had been cold for a long time: "Damn it, it's been a long time. This boy is one of them." Then he thought, "Where can the cultivation of the disciples of the outer door be? Maybe this boy has some adventures. He has to take the top-quality dagger and get some charms to coax me.

The name of incompetence of the outer disciple was deeply rooted in people's hearts. The more he thought about it, the more he was. He was secretly ashamed of his suspicion just now, and then there was a feeling of being deceived: "Good boy, today I took your dagger and robbed your charm. Let's see what you can show off."

Thinking of this, he shouted angrily, "Bold, little outer disciple, not to mention pretending to be a ghost, how dare you attack the disciple of Refining Peak. Don't you know that he is the younger brother of Lin Qinglang? Quickly cross the fierce dagger and kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise you will die without a place to die.

He just wanted to avoid Yuan Hong's life, but now he is really annoyed. He plans to kill Wang Fan on the spot when he has a disobedible word: "It's just an outer disciple. Anyway, it's blocked by Lin Qinglang. Everything is fine."

"Ask for mercy? Pretting to be a ghost?" Before Wang Fan answered, Yuan Hong, who was covered with blood, became energetic: "Zhang, don't think that I don't know your details. Isn't it just patting Lin Qinglang's horse? What's the big deal? In my territory, no matter what kind of green wolf or red wolf, you have to lie down."

"Ha ha, fat man" Han Yi was sent down from the air by Wang Fan and shook his head proudly: "It's the dragon coiled for me, and it's the tiger lying on my stomach."

"Go, only you are educated!" Yuan Hong was like a proud big rooster, but the blood-red crown on his head was a little oozing. He walked to the fainted Lin Li with his head held high and chest and kicked him twice: "Zhang, you don't have to be nervous. You're not dead. You're dizzy. You're too short-spirited. You don't have much achievement at a glance. Alas, why don't you learn from learning brother?" He hugged yourself." The bulging belly: "The prime minister can hold the boat in his belly!"

He was arrogant and funny, which made everyone laugh.

Zhang Li is angry and completely angry. The clay figurine still has three points. You gag and laugh repeatedly. What do you think of my six-level monks?!

"You bastard, don't blame me for being rude if you want to die." As soon as he finished speaking, a machete appeared on his side and flew out and slanted to Wang Fan.

He has thought that the so-called thief captures the king first, shoots people and shoots horses first, and stands firmly in the sky. The guy who confronts him is the reason why they are fearless: "I said that a small three-level monk who practiced qi, how dares to fight against us? It turned out that he relied on you *. OK, I will kill him today. Look at you. How to be arrogant."

After Wang Fan's cultivation has made great progress, he has never fought with anyone, and his heart is also very itchy. Seeing him kill with a sword, he shouted, waved his hand, and attacked head-on with a dagger.

Zhang Li's sword, like Lin Li's spiritual sword, are all low-grade spiritual weapons. With Lin Li's spiritual sword being damaged first, he naturally did not dare to fight hard. The sword was like a dragon. He waved his body flexibly, avoided the dagger, and hit Wang Fan again.

Wang Fan was not in a hurry. His spiritual power vomited fiercely, and his body moved forward to avoid this cut.

Zhang Li was shocked and was very afraid. Wang Fan moved quietly and took a very short time to avoid his sword. This is something that can't be reached by any flying charm: "Is this guy really more than six layers of Qi?"

His heart jumped, with a layer of goose bumps all over his body, and his spiritual operation was a little obscure.

Since his practice, Wang Fan has experienced dozens of battles, and several times he has died. The degree of confidence in the battlefield and the ** degree of fighters are unmatched by many peers or even high-level monks. Therefore, Zhang Li was afraid for a moment, he felt that a spiritual sword suddenly flew out of his side and rushed straight up: " Be timid before the battle. You will definitely lose this battle.

Dafan monks, especially those in the Qi practice period, only use one magic weapon in battle because of their limited spiritual power. Few people can control two spiritual weapons, but they can use them freely.

"Control two spiritual weapons at the same time?" As soon as Zhang Li saw it, he was thrilled and said badly, "This man is really a strong enemy in life. He is not only strong in spirit and unparalleled in combat, but also very sensitive. My mind is only a little fluctuated, and he can catch the fighter!"

But he is not a vegetarian. The sharper Wang Fan's attack is, the more it can arouse his fighting spirit: "Okay, you can really be my opponent. I will fight with you for 300 rounds today!"

"Three hundred rounds? You haven't become a scum!" Yuan Hong stopped his blood with the help of Cai Die, but he still grinned in pain, but he couldn't help laughing.