105 vs. the upper man of the refiner

Wang Fan was forced to be helpless. He had to face the nine-level refiner. He tried to attack several times, but found that he was not an opponent at all. In a hurry, he could not think too much and threw out all the charms obtained from the inner door, but he did not expect that his actions increased the doubts of the refiners, making them more Want to control him and die.

But those runes still brought some trouble to the master of the refiners, so that he had to stop attacking and focus on defense, but his defense was different from that of others. His body was shocked, and the whole coat suddenly expanded, blocking the invasion of sword spirit and thunder in the rune.

"With this silkworm's treasure clothes, no matter how powerful the charm is, I can't help it!"

"Real?" Wang Fan did not panic as he imagined. Instead, he sneered, which made him feel bad. As soon as he was more defensive, he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and a dagger penetrated the silkworm's clothes and plunged straight into his heart.

"Oh," he shouted loudly, and his body retreated three feet wildly, and it was dangerously penetrated: "Good boy, I will kill you today!"

Wang Fan had long known that Fu Zhuan could not play much role, so he learned Yuan Hong's move. When Fu Zhuan played a role, he released the dagger. Unfortunately, the man on the refinery was not mediocre. Unexpectedly, he flashed over at the critical moment, which made him a pity.

"Refining tripod, crush him to death!" As the words fell, the refinery tripod suddenly became bigger and rumbled to Wang Fan. The refiner was furious and no longer played the cat-and-mouse scene. As soon as it came up, it was a killer.

"What a great Baoding!" Through the ventilation hole, Wang Fan could even see the burning flames and couldn't help shouting: "No wonder it's so hot. It's really the magic weapon he uses to refine the utensils."

The so-called if you want to do a good job, you must first use your tools. If you want to refine a good magic weapon, you naturally need to have a good furnace tripod. Therefore, every refiner to the furnace tripod is like a bee to honey, a pervert to a beautiful woman.

The refinery tripod is a treasure that the refiner unintentionally got many years ago, and it is with this tripod that he can have better quality than others' refining magic weapons, which has achieved his great fame. It can be said that this tripod is a sharp weapon for his life. At this time, it is naturally powerful.

Looking at the approaching tripod, Wang Fan shouted secretly: "In this way, I may really be run over to death. What should I do?" Looking at the spiritual sword that had been following him in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, today's plan can only be a self-exploding magic weapon."

The magic weapon is a spiritual thing, which itself contains a lot of spiritual power. Naturally, the power of explosion is not small. He was forced to be really helpless, so he had to pinch the sword formula and shouted, "Explode it!"

The spiritual sword exploded and was very powerful, but it could only slow down the speed of the refinery tripod a little, but that was enough. Taking advantage of this time, he flashed into the sky and fled desperately: "If you don't leave at this time, when will you wait!"

"It is said that only when you reach the ninth level of Qi practice can you be a real monk. Sure enough, it seems that I was too arrogant before." While running wildly, he secretly warned himself not to be careless.

Fortunately, his Lingfeng skill is not a small one. On the basis of the experience of his predecessors, he summed it up by himself through the role of the magic mirror. The speed is extremely fast, and there is only a little white light left in the blink of an eye.

The "What a fast speed" refiner flashed in surprise, and he was more sure that he was a person of a big force. He was more worried: "Which school of skill, even the royal air flight has this power? If this son is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles!"

He is not worried about Yuan Hong and Song San. In his eyes, their cultivation is too low, just like an adult and a three-year-old child. A three-year-old child can run for a day, and adults can also capture them within an hour.

Wang Fan is different. He has seven layers of practice, and his spiritual power is strong, and he can see the situation clearly. He is tenacious and decisive. In an in anxuous manner, he can be said to be cruel. This kind of talent is a strong enemy.

"It's a pity that no matter how good the skills are, they are not as strong as their spiritual power. Today, I will show you the real power of practicing the nine-level monk." Looking at the gradually disappearing light spots, the master of the refiner shook his head and sneered. His body floated strangely. The electric shot out was 30% faster than Wang Fan.

Wang Fan was still taking a long breath and secretly thought that he had escaped from the sky. Although he was distressed for the self-exploding spiritual sword, he also felt that it was worth it. After all, life was the most important thing, but as soon as he relaxed, he heard the sound of "wish" behind him. Looking back, it was actually chased by the master of the refinery.

"Kid, your skills are good, but it's a pity that your spiritual power is insufficient. If you honestly hand over your skills, I can still consider not to let you die, otherwise hum--"

He is really greedy for Wang Fan's skills. The simpler and well-known spells, such as flying in the air, the more difficult it is to improve. Therefore, the skills used by Wang Fan are already a secret skill.

Of course, Wang Fan himself did not know, but he knew that the words of the refiner could never be believed. He couldn't help spitting out his spiritual power and speed was fast: "If you have the ability, you can chase after me. If you want my skills, you are not afraid that my Lord will destroy your divine spirit."

Up to now, he still learns from Song San, one by one, hoping to scare off the refiner master, at least let him have some scruples and dare not take action in public.

"Kid, at this time, do you still think that I will be afraid of your master?" When the refiner was in the real world, Wang Fan's father was still nursing, so his old spiciness was absolutely beyond Wang Fan's imagination: "Since you don't eat toast, don't blame me for being rude."

He was coerced and lured, but Wang Fan held on to the end. In desperation, he had no choice but to decide to do it immediately, so as not to have many dreams at night, "Chase me!" After sacrificing the refinery tripod again, he waved his hand and commanded him to chase forward. Wang Fan's speed was mentioned again and again, which made him a little too late to catch up. He had to fight in this way: "Don't think that everything is good if you run fast. Can you pass my refinery tripod faster?"

Wang Fan always paid attention to his back. When he saw the refinery tripod crushing over, his figure flashed and ran down, and then his body changed repeatedly, and the direction was uncertain. He wanted to avoid the mind locking of the refinery.

But after all, his cultivation was too low. In the end, he couldn't avoid it. He was hit by the refinery tripod. Fortunately, it was in the air. After the collision, the tripod had no time to crush it, so he spit out blood and fell to the ground.

It's a long story, but in fact it's very short. When the refiners saw that the general trend had been settled, they didn't have to worry about finding Yuan Hong and Song San, so they landed leisurely, smiled and said arrogantly, "What else do you have?"

Wang Fan spit out blood again. Looking at the proud refiner in front of him, he was anxious and panicked. He was the first time to challenge the nine-level master of Qi. He deeply felt that the two sides were not at the same level. Under the premise that his spiritual power was extremely obvious, any advanced spell would not help.