401 different thoughts (please collect)

Wang Fan is not the only one in the scattered demon hunting team. After them, three have been established one after another, but they have not taken over the battle with the sea monsters such as Wang Fan, and the personnel are still quite neat.

Speaking of which, Wang Fan's team is very miserable. He only fought with the sea monster once, and the number of people lost nearly one-third. Although most of them are in the middle of the foundation, and the cultivation is relatively low, this is enough to show that the combat power of the scattered cultivation is low and unbearable.

However, as Tie Changwu said, they only played an auxiliary role in this roundup, and the main force was a coalition composed of various sects. Qingfeng School, Wanfangmen, Ting Beast Zhai and other sects, and even the Refinery Pavilion and the Refinery Alliance sent people to participate.

When Wang Fan led the crowd to the meeting place, everyone was ready, but when they saw their miserable number, they couldn't help pointing out. Of course, no one thought that the sea monster was powerful, but they all felt that the cultivation was useless, or the leader Yang Cheng was useless.

"Who is coming? Is it humiliating to be defeated with a group of soldiers?

When they approached the core of the camp, someone suddenly jumped out and stared at Wang Fan with a look of disdain. Behind him stood several people, constantly sneering. It was Hou Hu, the military master of the "Seven Alliance".

The blocker was Hou Wanli, a talented disciple of the Qingfeng faction. Because he was also surnamed "Hou", Hou Hu became relatives with him. The two had always been friends. After the death of the old man Bai, Hou led several people to escape all the way. He happened to hear that there was a great battle here, so he came to see the situation. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Hou Wanli, two After a conversation, Hou Wanli was naturally furious and patted his chest to promise that he would make "Yang Cheng", the Taiyi scum, look good.

Wang Fan didn't look at it. His footsteps stopped. He waved his hand and punched Hou Wanli more than ten feet. Not only that, Wang Fan also used the voice heard by everyone, scolding "A good dog doesn't block the road", and then swaggered in.

"Bed of a bitch, how dare you hit me?"

Since Hou Wanli is known as a "genius" disciple of the Qingfeng School, he is naturally not a vegetarian. Among other things, no one dares to touch his finger just because his master is the idea of the Qingfeng School. In fact, the reason why Wang Fan can gently punch him out is because he expect that Wang Fan does not dare to do anything to himself. Otherwise, with his cultivation, there is no problem to avoid it.

However, saying a thousand and ten thousand, he suffered a great loss this time and lost all his face, especially when his peers were present, and he greatly lost face.

"Giggle" Someone really laughed: "Wanli, you are wrong. How can you block the road of Taiyi Yangcheng? He is a great hero who is determined to destroy all the sea monsters. Maybe in a few years, he will be able to take over Taiyimen. Will he want to destroy all the other sects and dominate the Central Island?"

"Wan Xiang, how can you sprinkle salt on Brother Hou's wound? What an ignorant!" The other young man's face was full of a smile, but he said righteously: "Although Brother Hou's skills are a little worse, can he still be cultivated? The title of the talented disciple of Qingfeng School is not false, isn't it, Brother Hou?

"Brother Huang Ming's words are reasonable. My little sister is really going to accompany me." Wan Xiang looked delicate, but her charming eyes kept staring at Wang Fan: "But I don't know if Brother Yang Cheng can stop for a moment and discuss with his little sister?"

Wang Fan sneered in his heart and secretly said that he could not cooperate with Confucianism. There were many contradictions between these sects. Is it that the cultivation has been cultivated on the dog, and there is always a secret sarcasm?

He is a full man who doesn't know how to be hungry. More than a hundred years of peace have led to the emergence of a large number of talents in various sects, but the resources for cultivation are limited. If you are more, I will be less. How on earth can it be considered fair and just? What's more, it's hard to fill, and who doesn't want more.

In the final analysis, the so-called "hegemony" has the mentality of power, but more of the extreme desire to cultivate resources.

Hou Wanli's face had changed. After listening to their words, he was even more angry. He sacrificed a cyan sword and shouted "go to death". As soon as he pointed, he shot at Wang Fan's back.

Wang Fan suddenly stopped, turned around at an indistinguishable speed, scolded, and punched out.

Everyone was shocked. They said that this guy was crazy. How dare he bombard the spiritual weapon with a meat fist? Is he really so powerful? Even the Buddha King Kong, who is famous for refining the body, dare not be so careless!

Of course, Wang Fan will not be careless. After so many days of thinking and sacrifice, the magic mirror that integrates the black gun has loosened and began to obey his command, but this is only one of them. In addition, what makes him more happy is that the size of the black gun's shadow has also been under his control. In the past, every shot, he is With the spiritual power of a certain attribute all over his body, the power is naturally amazing, but now he can change this power at will. Sometimes showing weakness is also a kind of self-protection.

Of course, when it's time to be tough, you should also be hard. For example, he uses a boxing sword at this moment. In fact, he holds a black gun in the palm of his hand, but the gun is too small. The tip of the gun only shows the finger seams, and others can't see it without careful observation.

The sound of everyone's expectation did not sound, but a blast came out. Then Hou Wanli's spiritual sword wailed and fell to the ground.

Wang Fan closed his trembling fist with his sleeves and snorted coldly. At the same time, his cold eyes glanced at Wan Xiang and Huang Ming, and then shook his sleeves and walked in.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, but it made everyone chill. Just now, he despised Wang Fan's Sanxiu team and swept away, but with respect.

Lu Mingyue, Luo Wen and others were overjoyed to see Wang Fan's so powerfulness. They all held their heads high and raised their chests, and inexplicably felt a kind of excitement.

Tie Changwu, on behalf of Taiyimen, commanded the battle of the disciples of Taiyimen. However, before that, he received an order to scold Yang Cheng fiercely. It was best to let the representatives of other sects be present to show that Yang Cheng and Taiyimen would never wear a pair of trousers and never pee in a pot.

"Damn it, if he hadn't known that the boy was a disciple of the hermit sect, he needed to gain a certain reputation to return to the sect. Why let him lead a team of scattered cultivation? But now, with the tiger's skin as the flag, he actually destroyed my Taiyi sect's policy of hiding his light and keeping a low profile, and pushed us to the front. The doorkeeper was too kind. I've been killed a long time ago."

Tie Changwu sat majestically and did not look at the representatives of the other factions, but his mind was full of thought. He secretly weighed whether to criticize here and draw a clear line with Yang Cheng.

"A mouse shit has broken a pot of soup. If it really doesn't work, I will quietly kill him. I don't believe that with my cultivation, I can't deal with a foundation-building peak monk." Thinking that he couldn't help touching the ring on his finger, there was a killer mace he had just got, which was given by the door owner himself, and the power was needless to say.