Some monks who knew about this flame saw the clues and hurriedly started shouting.

"Fellow Taoist, stop it, we have no intention of becoming enemies of the Wuji Sect!"

Hearing this, Hu Jinwan sneered and said: "Bullshit Wuji Sect, Fatty, I am a member of the Haotian Sect. If you piss off my Brother Fan, none of you will be able to leave today!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw out a handful of gravel, then turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the place.

The moment they appeared, several monks vomited blood and were seriously injured, and the rubble turned into human shapes and hit the monks together.

Turn stone into spirit!

Zhao Hai said coldly: "Are you Hu Jinwan, the little thief god?!"

"It's me, Fatty!"

Hu Jinwan laughed loudly and raised his hand to attract a piece of gravel. The moment the spell was cast, the gravel gathered together, and a spiritual talisman was attached to the gravel.

Another method of turning stone into spirit, but this time it is no longer a human form, but a stone dragon!

The ferocious stone dragon roared angrily and collided with the crowd, causing the low-level monks to be knocked away.

"court death!"

Zhao Hai shouted angrily and hit the stone dragon hard with the barbed whip in his hand.

But before the whip touched Shi Long, Su Fan's figure had already appeared on the other end of the whip, with a speed that was jaw-dropping.

"Crack!"

Su Fan grabbed the whip, and the barbs on it shattered with a hard sound.

"You will die today!"

Su Fan's tone was cold and he pulled the whip in his hand directly towards him.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Hai's eyes. He didn't expect Su Fan to have such a method at this Qi refining stage, but when he wanted to pull back the whip, he couldn't pull it back.

On the contrary, he himself was dragged over by the whip, and two deep marks were carved under his feet.

This is his magic weapon, how could he let it go so easily.

"Physical training!"

Several monks in the integration stage were amazed when they saw this tree.

You know, the rarest thing in the world of cultivation today is body cultivation. After all, not every monk can become a body practitioner.

Just cultivating one rare treasure of physical cultivation is enough to cultivate five or six talented monks. Each major sect will naturally know how to make choices.

No wonder he was in the Qi Refining Period. It seems that this young man has a very good physique.

When they came to their senses, the distance between Su Fan and Zhao Hai was already less than three feet, and the barbed whip was even more unbearable. Almost all the barbs on it were crushed by Su Fan, and none of them was intact.

Zhao Hai was shocked and turned pale. He used a single-handed magic trick and a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and struck Su Fan directly.

"Crack!"

Smoke and dust flew up all around, but the traces under Zhao Hai's feet were already getting longer.

Thunder method is useless?!

Zhao Hai was extremely surprised. When he looked at Yanchen, he was already in front of Su Fan, with that cold and peerless face staring at him.

"die!"

Zhao Hai got angry and the lightning in his hand flashed continuously, hitting Su Fan directly on the chest.

If it were any other monk, such a close range lightning attack would result in death or serious injuries.

But Su Fan acted as if nothing was wrong, staring at Zhao Hai in front of him with a calm expression. He slowly placed a hand on Zhao Hai's shoulder and twisted it lightly.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came from Zhao Hai's shoulder, and then his entire arm suddenly turned into a blood mist.

With just one blow, Zhao Hai was seriously injured.

Zhao Hai, who had lost an arm, immediately let go of his grip on the whip, screamed and retreated back, his arm wound bleeding profusely.

"How is it possible...how could you hurt me in your Qi refining stage!" Zhao Hai roared in pain.

Su Fan did not speak, but put away the whip magic weapon and looked at him calmly.

Several monks around him controlled flying swords to sneak up on Su Fan and aimed directly at Su Fan's back.

Su Fan turned around calmly and casually held the flying sword that was stabbing him, using a little strength in his hand.

"Bang bang!"

The flying sword instantly fell into pieces, and several monks vomited blood and flew backwards.

How could the magic weapon of your destiny be broken like this?!

What is the origin of this person in front of me, that he is so terrifying that he can easily crush a magic weapon with his bare hands?

"Junior!"

The monk of the Jianxin Sect who was watching the battle suddenly said: "Let's stop here. I think it will be difficult for you to cultivate your mind. I will spare your life. From now on, you will join me in the Jianxin Sect. You can choose any method you want for physical training."

"I, Taoyuan Valley, can do the same, and today I will protect you from death!" Another white-haired distraction-stage monk followed and shouted.

The remaining monks in the distraction stage looked at each other, and then retreated. They had the background of Jianxin Sect and Taoyuan Valley, and it was impossible to cultivate a body.

After hearing what the two of them said, Su Fan chuckled, walked up and stepped on Zhao Hai's chest.

The next moment, Zhao Hai spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Su Fan in horror.

"You can also let me join. If you kill everyone in this sect, I can naturally join you." Su Fan pointed at Zhao Hai at his feet and said with a smile.

The distraction elder of Jianxin Sect frowned and glanced at the distraction stage monk of Taoyuan Valley next to him.

"Elder Tianfeng, what are your plans?" the elder of Jianxin Sect's distraction stage sneered.

Elder Tianfeng of Taoyuan Valley shook his head and said: "That's all, you, Master Fuyang, have already spoken. Naturally, I will not be an enemy of your Jianxin Sect. I am just a body cultivator. If you want to kill me, I will kill you."

The two people who had just cherished their talents suddenly became murderous.

Zhao Hai was originally a talented disciple of the Jianxin Sect, but now he was abandoned by Su Fan without saying a word, and stepped on and humiliated him. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Jianxin Sect.

Seeing that his plan to kill people with a borrowed knife failed, Su Fan didn't take it to heart.

If it really succeeds, it will be called a ghost.

"Whoosh!"

Master Fuyang raised his hand, and seven flying swords flew out from behind him. The cold light bloomed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Seeing this hand, Elder Tianfeng said in surprise: "Ice Cold Spirit Sword Technique?!"

"This junior is a physical practitioner, so using the Cold Spirit Sword Technique is perfect for dealing with him!" Master Fuyang snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I have only practiced seven swords. If eleven swords are used at once, even the combined monks will have to give in!"

After saying this, seven flying ice swords danced in mid-air, following the magic formula in Master Fuyang's hand.

The next moment, seven flying swords came straight towards Su Fan at extremely fast speeds.

Before the monks around him could react, their bodies were already covered with frost.

Su Fan looked at the seven flying ice swords, his expression changed slightly, and he kicked Zhao Hai directly out, facing the ice-cold spiritual sword.

No one expected this, even if Master Fuyang wanted to stop, it would be too late.

"Bang!"

The seven ice swords immediately penetrated Zhao Hai's body, turning Zhao Hai into an ice sculpture in an instant, and it fell into pieces when he fell to the ground.

Bingjian did not give up and continued to move towards Su Fan.

"Ant is looking for death!"

Master Fuyang let out an angry cry, and the seven flying swords bloomed with cold light, and the sword energy came out vertically and horizontally.

Su Fan frowned slightly, and directly faced him with his fists, his speed was comparable to that of a flying sword.

"jump--"

With one punch, a flying sword exploded in mid-air, and countless ice shards flew out, seriously injuring many monks around him.

But Su Fan didn't stop. His fists seemed to be unorganized, but he could hit every time.

Flying swords, and his body skills are just right to avoid the attacks of other flying swords.

In just a moment, all seven flying swords were destroyed, but Su Fan was unscathed.

Taking one step forward, his figure was already standing in front of Master Fuyang, and the coldness in his eyes made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"you……"

Master Fuyang's pupils shrank sharply, and before he could finish speaking, he felt a heavy blow on his chest, and his throat became even sweeter.

"puff--"

With one punch, Master Fuyang was seriously injured during the distraction period.

Elder Tianfeng next to him also had his eyes widened. He had been staring at Su Fan just now, but he never found out how the other party came here.

fear!

Su Fan retracted his fist and said coldly: "None of you can leave today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed into a large group of monks.

The screams also completely sounded at this moment, making people's scalp numb.

Almost none of the monks gathered here were Su Fan's opponent. They were all severely injured and fell to the ground with vomiting blood and punches.

"Escape! This guy is not a monk in the Qi Refining Stage, he is hiding his cultivation!"

"Master, save me, I don't want to die."

When the monks around him saw Su Fan, who was like a god of war, their eyes were full of fear and retreat, with no intention of fighting.

So what if there are many people?

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

In the time it took for half a cup of tea, there was no monk standing around Su Fan. Even if many spells were fired at once, they still could not hurt Su Fan in the slightest.

Hu Jinwan had already been stunned on the spot, looking at Su Fan who was killing everyone in shock with a look of shock on his face.

Darling, how strong is Brother Fan?

After a while, Su Fan stopped and looked at the people lying on the ground around him with a calm expression.

This is the second time that he has acted so freely. The first time was in the Wushen Dao Palace.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a loud Buddha's chant suddenly sounded, and those who were not daring to take action at the edge of their distraction looked respectful, even with a hint of joy.

The power of the combined stage is here!

They are saved!

I saw a middle-aged monk with a white robe and a bald head slowly walking towards him. The Buddha's light shone on his body, and spiritual energy flew out, healing the seriously injured monks.

"Master Ku Jue, hurry up and get rid of this monster!"

Elder Tianfeng had been frightened for a long time. When he saw Monk Kujue coming, he hurriedly shouted.

The other monks also looked at him with hope. Since masters in the out-of-body and distraction stages couldn't beat him, there would be absolutely no problem in the combined stage.

Kujue is the temple-protecting King Kong of Mingxin Temple, and his body cultivation has already reached the peak of integration. It should be no problem to deal with a body cultivator who hides his strength.

Su Fan also looked at Ku Jue with curiosity, wondering what the monk wanted to do.

I saw Ku Jue walking slowly, the Buddha's light on his body also gathered up, and then he bowed respectfully to Su Fan.

"Little Monk Ku Jue, I have met Senior Su."

Monks:???

What's going on?

Does Master Ku Jue know this body cultivator?

What is the name of Senior Su? This physique doesn't look very old.

Su Fan frowned and said, "Do you know me?"

"Amitabha, thousands of years ago, the young monk followed his master and met his senior, and he remembered his grace that day." Ku Jue said sincerely, clasping his hands together.

"Thousands of years ago?"

Su Fan suddenly smiled and said, "You practice Immortality Zen? Who are you, old monk Fafan?"
Chapter completed!