Zhang Wanlong and Li Qingfeng exchanged palms.

This time he reacted.

Moreover, he withstood Li Qingfeng's full blow.

Although he was at a disadvantage, his head was not smashed as expected.

"You didn't expect it."

Zhang Wanlong smiled ferociously, drew out his long sword and slashed at Li Qingfeng.

"Keng."

The three-foot soul flag was raised to block Zhang Wanlong, who was holding a two-handed sword.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"We are fully prepared for this."

Zhang Wanlong said in a low voice, with madness flashing in his eyes.

Tushanjun inside the banner was also a little surprised.

The last time I saw Zhang Wanlong, he was still an ordinary person. He had practiced internal skills, but he was still ordinary.

Goodbye today, the other party has become a Qi Refiner.

It seems that there is more than just one level of Qi training.

The strength of the body is far greater than before.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to block Li Qingfeng's palm.

Each level of the Qi training period is improving physical strength, but the improvement is indeed limited.

The transition from mortal to monk is the qualitative change.

Future growth will be based on this foundation.

Without physical training methods, you will not make significant progress if you take the initiative to temper yourself.

"So, Zhang Wanlong also used the Spiritual Demon Fusion Technique. How did he get it together?" Tu Shanjun was confused.

But the answer came to me at this time.

He was an ordinary person two months ago, and now he has become a Qi practitioner. He must have used that evil magic.

The simplified version of the spirit-demon fusion technique requires three people with spiritual roots and who have already sensed the spirit to perform the ritual.

Even if there is still one of the original four unqualified people, we still need to find two more people who have spiritual roots and can sense Qi.

It can only be said that Zhang Wanlong's luck is good, and he actually found the two of them.

Tushanjun looked as usual.

It doesn't matter even if Zhang Wanlong has become a monk.

"You also use people as medicine?!"

Li Qingfeng shocked Zhang Wanlong.

I immediately understood why Zhang Wanlong became a Qi Refiner.

This is exactly the same as Zhang Gui’s situation.

Li Qingfeng was not too surprised.

Before Zhang Wanlong was struck to death with one palm, he had almost guessed it.

You guessed it, but Li Qingfeng was filled with anger.

If he is a demon cultivator, then who are Zhang Wanlong and his son?

They are eating people!

"I know you are here, why don't you open your eyes and take a look." Li Qingfeng drew his sword and looked around, as if he was looking for something. He was looking for the guardian immortal master of Bafang County.

He just wanted to ask, what is magic cultivation?

Is it true that the person holding the soul flag is called a demon cultivator, and the cannibalistic county guard is not a demon cultivator?

The young immortal master lowered his eyes and sighed slightly.

Step out from the shadows and face Li Qingfeng.

Zhang Wanlong was shaken three to four feet away by the Zunhun Banner.

Kankan stopped and saw that the two-handed sword had been broken into two pieces.

How can an ordinary refining weapon be compared with a magical weapon, let alone a top-grade magical weapon?

Seeing the guardian immortal master appear, Zhang Wanlong also felt a little guilty.

But when I thought about the tragic death of my only son, my guilty conscience turned into anger.

Zhang Wanlong's hateful face showed a ferocious look, and he roared: "This is all because of you!"

That's right.

He can do anything.

The last unqualified person imprisoned.

The headless corpse of his only son.

And after Zhang Gui's death, he asked the housekeeper to look for the third person with spiritual roots.

Originally, Zhang Wanlong had already made a desperate move, planning to kill the guarding immortal master by taking advantage of his injury to gain strength.

Unexpectedly, after five months, he actually found another person with spiritual roots.

The gathering of three people gave him the power to resist Li Qingfeng.

"What I protect is not justice, but the peace of the county." The young immortal master shook his head. He clearly knew what justice was in this world, but he also understood that what he protected was not justice.

It is true that Wuling Sect is a sect of immortal masters, but it also needs worship.

Cultivation of immortality, wealth and love, both are indispensable.

Wealth ranks first.

Daliang Kingdom will enshrine spiritual stones into the sect every year, so the disciples of Wuling Sect take on the responsibility of killing the demons and monsters in Daliang Kingdom, so that the ghosts can not harass the people.

If you encounter a demonic cultivator, you will naturally kill him with one sword.

Because demon cultivators are also dangerous elements and will harm ordinary people.

The young man didn't know how to explain it. He also had no choice but to do his duty.

Tushanjun inside the banner looked at everything coldly.

Not all people on the righteous path are like Hou Boxu, there are too few such people.

Many people are still like the guardian immortal master today, only thinking about doing their duty well.

Li Qingfeng did not ask any more questions. He no longer needed others to uphold justice for him.

Because he has power in his hands.

"In that case, let me show you the truth."

Li Qingfeng shouted angrily.

The whole body is full of mana, and it rushes into the soul flag crazily.

The ghost-faced flag turned into a Zhang Xu, the ferocious ghost face moved, the blind eye had been repaired, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Wanlong.

Everyone can live today, but Zhang Wanlong must die!

The moment his body of more than seven feet hit the ground, he ran straight towards Zhang Wanlong.

Wen Lichun was already dumbfounded.

The spirit officer's magical eyes flickered, and he realized that Li Qingfeng was probably still in the early stages of Qi training, and even with the help of magic weapons, he couldn't make waves.

But what is this thing that pops up?

A strong evil spirit that is seven feet tall, with scarlet hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, and thick arms that can run a horse.

Especially there are two horns two inches above the eyebrow bone.

Just based on the appearance of this evil ghost, this is no ordinary ghost.

The moment the evil ghost appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly and the breath became majestic.

"Dear mother, what is this?"

Dunshi worship opened his eyes wide and looked at Tushanjun's back with dumbfounded eyes.

"You've become stronger again."

The guarding immortal master Hengfa Sword stood in front of Tu Shanjun with a solemn expression.

Every time he saw this evil ghost, he always felt that his aura was stronger.
To be continued...