The monk who escaped from the immortal rope was directly carried back from the backyard by Lu Fan's hands.
His neck was red, and he was held in mid-air by Lu Fan, looking miserable.
Lu Fan casually swung his hand, and the monk's body drew an afterimage and fell in the air, falling heavily to the ground.
"boom!"
The monk's body was thrown to the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Everyone was stunned, including the other two fellow monks, who looked at their fellow disciples in shock, holding their stomachs and writhing in pain on the ground.
"The blinding method is too low-level, isn't it?"
There was a trace of disdain in Lu Fan's eyes: "I thought you were so awesome. After you come out of the secret realm, you have to let us have a long experience and see what the real lost magic is."
"What kind of deception is this?"
"Rubbish."
The two monks were so irritated by Lu Fan's mouthful of garbage.
The rest of the Lu family also looked puzzled, wondering why the monk who had obviously followed the immortal rope to escape would appear in the backyard inexplicably, and was easily caught by Lu Fan.
"You, how did you see that?"
The monk who was thrown to the ground stood up with difficulty, stared at Lu Fan and said.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm willing to admit defeat."
"Next person."
Lu Fan glanced over.
The remaining two overseas monks had sinister eyes. They had just arrived and wanted to show off their power, but they did not expect to be slapped in the face so nakedly in public.
A monk sneered and said: "I just wanted to play with you and have a little fight, but I didn't show any real intentions. Since you are so ignorant of flattery, then don't blame us for showing mercy."
He shook his long sleeves and said, "Have you ever seen flying with a sword?"
Sword flying!
As soon as these words came out, all the warriors present had a look of shock on their faces.
Flying with a sword, traveling between heaven and earth.
Thousands of miles a day, as carefree as an immortal.
This is what countless practitioners have dreamed of from the moment they embark on the path of cultivation.
It is a scene that countless cultivators, even the most powerful, can only appear in their dreams countless times.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, the cultivation techniques are missing, and the method of forging flying swords has been lost for thousands of years, so no one can fly at all.
Now when they heard that the monk actually said that he wanted to perform flying with a sword, everyone's eyes shone.
It is a kind of expectation and reverence.
"Flying with a sword?"
Lu Fan also raised his eyebrows: "Awesome, come on, show me a show."
The monk almost vomited blood.
Flying with a sword is such a sacred and shocking thing.
It actually turned into a performance in Lu Fan's mouth.
Is he treating himself like a circus monkey?
"Haha, don't be arrogant first. You will be the real winner if you can persist under my flying sword for a while!"
The monk shouted coldly, his long sleeve shook, and a dark dagger immediately appeared, floating in front of his chest.
The dagger was only three inches long and looked rather rough, but it was suspended in front of his chest, trembling slightly.
"Flying, flying sword?"
Someone exclaimed, their voices trembling violently.
A look of pride appeared on the monk's face: "As far as I know, flying swords have disappeared in your country for thousands of years, right? Flying into the sky and escaping from the earth is the ultimate dream of every monk!"
"Today I will open your eyes to what it means to fly with a sword and use the methods of an immortal!"
He suddenly let out an angry roar and drew a circle with his hands in front of his chest. The true energy in his body overflowed, blowing the corners of his clothes, and bursting out with roars like dragon roars!
