With nowhere to hide, Meng Bufan, in desperation, covered himself with Xiaohu's fire and water lotus.
Now Meng Bufan has understood the secret of water to the level of Dacheng, and the secret of fire has also been greatly improved.
He now displays the Water and Fire Lotus, and his defensive ability is several times higher than before.
The water and fire lotus is like a rapidly rotating top, forming an indestructible pillar of light around Meng Bufan. The crystal clear water and the burning heat of the fire are cleverly blended together.
There was another earth-shaking loud noise, and Meng Bufan's body was like a kite with its string broken. It was knocked out dozens of meters, crossed a parabola, and landed heavily on the ground.
Fortunately, the defensive capabilities of the water and fire lotus are so amazing. Meng Bufan cleverly combined the secrets of water and fire. Meng Bufan was not injured in this collision. But he was not feeling well at the moment. All the internal organs in his body were hit, and his body
Very uncomfortable.
The strength of mammoths is amazing.
Originally, Meng Bufan did not plan to ask Xiaohu to help him during this training. If he always asked Xiaohu to help, the meaning of the training would be lost.
But now, a wry smile appeared on Meng Bufan's lips. He had exhausted all means, but it still didn't work. And there was no way to escape. Now he couldn't help but call Xiaohu out.
Before even saying hello to Meng Bufan, Xiaohu jumped out of the gourd in Meng Bufan's hand. He and Meng Bufan had the same mind, and he could know whatever Meng Bufan was thinking.
At this time, Xiaohu, dressed in red, still looks like a seven or eight-year-old boy.
The little tiger that fell to the ground shouted loudly and changed into its true form.
A huge white tiger appeared in front of the mammoth. It was similar in size to the mammoth. It was also a fifth-level spiritual beast, so the little tiger would not be afraid of the mammoth.
Seeing the tiger cub, the mammoth showed an expression of fear on its face. Although they were both level five spiritual beasts, it felt a great threat from the tiger cub.
The little tiger is a descendant of a mythical beast. Even if it has the same cultivation level, its divine beast bloodline will make other spiritual beasts instinctively feel fear and even produce a feeling of surrender. Nowadays, the mammoth has an urge to surrender when facing the little tiger.
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"Go away!" Xiaohu said one word coldly.
The mammoth was unwilling to give in. It came all the way to Yellowstone Mountain just for Han Ning grass. It had been waiting for more than a year and it was about to mature. It was really unwilling to leave now.
Seeing his hesitation, Xiaohu opened his mouth, and a faint blue flame was about to spurt out.
Meng Bufan was surprised. Xiaohu had not been in the gourd for long, and the fire contained in his body had improved a lot. It was almost close to the earth fire.
Ordinary fire, earth fire, and heavenly fire. Each level is more powerful than the previous level. If you increase one level, the power will increase dozens or even hundreds of times.
The mammoth, which was originally unwilling, did not dare to stay anymore after seeing the faint blue flames in the tiger's mouth. It ducked and escaped from the dangerous tiger at a distance.
Meng Bufan was very surprised. The mammoth was a spiritual beast at the level of the Emperor of Martial Arts, and it was not like he was incapable of fighting back. Why was he so frightened after seeing the little tiger that he ran away in an instant?
He didn't know that, apart from the little tiger's mythical beast bloodline that made the mammoth somewhat fearful, the most important thing was that what the mammoth feared most was fire. If the long hair on its body was burned away by fire, it would lose the ability to live in alpine areas.
Ability. It is not afraid of ordinary mortal fire, but after seeing the faint blue flames on Xiaohu's body, it really didn't dare to stay any longer.
Han Ning Cao is important, but life is more important.
The little tiger turned into a human, raised his little face, and said proudly to Meng Bufan, "Brother, am I awesome? I scared it away without even having to take action."
Meng Bufan smiled and touched Xiaohu's little head. "Xiaohu is the most powerful. Now you can go back to the gourd and continue practicing."
Meng Bufan walked alone towards the place where the mammoth was standing there just now. Something that could make a mammoth travel thousands of miles to protect it must not be a mortal thing. What's more, Meng Bufan's divine eyes of heaven and earth could also feel the fluctuations of the spiritual energy.
A patch of cold grass appeared in front of Meng Bufan.
Han Ning grass is only one inch high, and each Han Ning grass only has two leaves. But each leaf is shining with a faint cold light, as if it is carved from ice and snow. It is exquisite, clear and sparkling.
Han Ningcao is of great benefit to warriors who practice ice-based skills. Just like Senior Sister Bing'er of Dongxuan Sect, she practices ice-based skills.
Each Han Ning grass is worth a lot of money, at least worth several thousand top-quality spiritual stones.
Meng Bufan was overjoyed and hurriedly picked these Han Ning grass.
Now that he had the Fairy Treasure Gourd, he directly called out the Gourd Boy and asked the Gourd Boy to transplant all the small pieces of Han Ning grass into the gourd. When these Han Ning grass are fully mature, whether they are sold or given away
, will be of great use.
I believe that with the nourishment of the spiritual energy in the gourd, these Han Ning grass will have better quality and higher value after a period of time.
As soon as Calabash Boy put away the Han Ning grass, Meng Bufan noticed that many warriors were flying towards this place.
He was probably attracted by the earth-shattering sound just now. Meng Bufan quickly let the gourd baby jump into the gourd in his hand and got ready to leave the place.
"Meng Bufan, it's you!" Meng Bufan heard a strange voice.
Meng Bufan narrowed his eyes, Lin Jie! How did he get here? Even if he wanted to participate in the Saga Ranking Tournament, he didn't have to come so early. There are still more than three months left before the Saga Ranking Tournament.
What Meng Bufan hates most are villains like Lin Jie who bully others.
Back in Dongxuan Sect, if it weren't for Meng Bufan's cultivation, his combat power would be far greater than his. Meng Bufan believed that Lin Jie would definitely suppress and humiliate him.
Meng Bufan noticed that there were more than a dozen young people following Lin Jie. Among them, Meng Bufan only knew Lin Qingyuan, and he didn't know any of the rest.
Meng Bufan curled up his lips. It seemed that Lin Jie, a villain, wanted to cause trouble for him because of the large number of people today.
Meng Bufan smiled coldly: "Lin Jie, it seems that you have healed your scar and forgotten the pain. Your arm is healed now, right?"
Lin Jie became angry: "Meng Bufan, don't be arrogant. There are so many of us today, but we can't kill you."
At this time, Lin Qingyuan had a gloomy face and whispered a few words to the young man in brocade clothes beside him.
Meng Bufan noticed this detail. The young man in brocade clothes was about twenty years old and had a very high level of cultivation. Meng Bufan could not see through his level of cultivation. After using the Divine Eye of Heaven and Earth, he discovered that he had the level of cultivation in the early stage of Emperor Wu.
Most of the young people gathered around him were in the middle or late period of Wuzong.
Among them, only Lin Jie has the lowest cultivation level, the tenth level of the Martial Lord. Even Lin Qingyuan is already in the early stage of the Martial Lord.
Lin Qingyuan pulled out his spear at this time and said gloomily: "Meng Bufan, you seriously injured me fighting for the cave, and today is the day for me to take revenge. I don't believe that under the hands of Zhou Tong, the number one genius in Tianyu City,
You can still run."
Meng Bufan frowned. It turned out that the young man in brocade was Zhou Tong. Meng Bufan once heard Fang Jun talk about Zhou Tong. He was very famous in Tianyu City. He only had the cultivation level of the early Martial Emperor, but his strength was comparable to that of the middle Martial Emperor.
With Meng Bufan's current strength, it is simply impossible to defeat him.
What's more, the Zhou family is also one of the four major families in Tianyu City, and Meng Bufan does not want to provoke such an enemy on behalf of the Fang family.
Moreover, these people are not that easy to deal with. Even if Xiaohu is added, there is no guarantee that all of these people will be left behind.
Meng Bufan curled his lips: "Lin Qingyuan, you really have no shame. A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old has to rely on others to deal with me, a thirteen-year-old boy. You don't plan to rush in all at once.
, so many people can only deal with me, right?"
Meng Bufan's words made the young people who were about to make a move blush. They all thought that they were geniuses. Now there are more than ten young people in their late twenties bullying a thirteen-year-old boy. It is indeed disgraceful to tell them.
"Lin Qingyuan, don't you want to seek revenge from me? Come on." Meng Bufan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that what he just said had taken effect.
Lin Qingyuan's face was red, he was holding his spear, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.
Just kidding, it turns out that even he who is in the martial arts realm cannot defeat Meng Bufan who is in the martial arts realm. Now, Meng Bufan is in the middle stage of martial arts, and he is only in the early stage of martial arts. Going up to challenge him is purely an act of seeking death. Even if he has the backbone, he cannot ignore the huge gap between the two.
difference.
Zhou Tong, a young man in brocade clothes, took a step forward. He could not ignore that Lin Qingyuan who was with him was being bullied.
"Meng Bufan, right? You are very smart. I will not bully you just because I am older or have higher cultivation level than you. I will let you go after I take three moves."
A genius has his own pride. Even if he knew that Meng Bufan was deliberately irritating with his words, he had to draw a path that he thought was fair and reasonable.
Meng Bufan snorted coldly, "Come on."
If he had to deal with one person last week, Meng Bufan would still have a slight chance of winning, let alone take three of his moves.
Zhou Tong's body did not move, but he punched directly from a distance of more than ten meters. His fists were like fighting, and the wind was howling.