"Not necessarily." As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of white mist suddenly erupted from the Ice Whale's steel blade, and then a sword energy suddenly shot out from the steel blade. In the blink of an eye, it broke through the hole in Master Yan's palm, and directed towards
He stabbed it in the palm of his hand.
Lang Fei is now a cultivator in the Bone Replacement Realm. As the tide rises, the sword energy ejected from the steel blade is naturally beyond the protection of ordinary true energy shields.
"Not good." Imperial Master Dong Yan was so frightened that he didn't care about making any more spells. He hurriedly freed up his other hand and thrust forward with both palms at the same time, pouring a desperate amount of the true energy in his body into the front of his palms.
shield.
"Dang clang." Jie Baocha had no one to guard it and when it fell to the ground, the sword energy that Lang Fei had attacked was also melted away by Dong Yan, the national master who used all his strength.
The sword is the king of short-range weapons. This thing in Lang Fei's hand that looks like a sword but is not a sword is even more difficult to guard against. How dare Imperial Master Dong Yan fight with him up close? He jumped far away several times in succession, and then the magic formula in his hand
Get up and command the flying fork to attack.
Seeing that the fork was coming again, Lang Fei curled his lips and said, "Too slow." Then he swayed, dodged the flying fork, turned into an afterimage, and stepped forward again.
Imperial Master Dong Yan was complaining in his heart. He had never expected that this boy Lang Fei was so slippery, and he couldn't stop the flying cross from his hand. He had no choice but to raise his energy and jump into the air, but he jumped into the air and could not come down.
After jumping into the air, Lang Fei stopped and looked into the air, and saw that Grand Master Dong Yan was hanging at a safe height, out of reach of Ice Whale Gangfeng's sword energy.
"Boy, let's see what else you can do." Thinking about Lang Fei, a cultivator in the bone-changing realm, he can't fly in the air. Even if the steel edge in his hand is a magic weapon, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have true energy. Dong Yanguo
The master sneered and made the Jie Baocha strike again in a roundabout way.
Lang Fei, however, was not in a hurry, and allowed him to ridicule him verbally without getting annoyed. He kept moving with his feet, dodged several flying crosses, and then took out a handful of talismans from his Xumi belt.
Imperial Master Dong Yan looked at the dozen thick talismans in his hand, his heart trembled, and he secretly cried out: "This boy, what kind of background does this boy have? He is so rich. I have only about the same amount of money in my life."
Compared with the disciples of these sects, we casual cultivators are really poor." Seeing Lang Fei take out so many talismans nonchalantly, Imperial Master Dong Yan was frightened, but also gradually became convinced that he was indeed a member of the Immortal Sect.
The identity of a disciple.
Lang Fei didn't know what he was thinking. He dodged the flying fork again, split the talisman in his hand, kneaded the talisman and sacrificed a few ice needle talismans, and then attacked Dong Yan's master.
Although the Foundation Establishment Realm can fly in the air, the speed is not flattering. The Imperial Master Dong Yan had no choice but to use his true energy again to resist the countless ice needles coming at him.
The true energy spread all over his body, so Master Dong Yan naturally no longer cared about attacking Lang Fei with his flying fork, so this boy started to punch out the talismans one by one as if they were free of charge.
Seeing the talismans offered by Lang Fei turn into ashes one by one, Imperial Master Dong Yan couldn't help but curse the prodigal in his heart, but even though his heart was bleeding, that boy He Langfei didn't listen, holding the talisman in his hand.
After using it, he put his hand into the Sumeru Belt, and when he pulled it out, he got hit again, and he still attacked nonchalantly.
At this time, Imperial Master Dong Yan's heart had already cooled down. He no longer dared to have any evil thoughts. All he could think about was that he only needed to defeat Lang Fei in one move and save face. As for the old emperor's affairs, let him do whatever he wanted.
Do it.
The duel between these two people was extremely gorgeous. The colorful talismans were shot out from Lang Fei's hands, and then all were scattered by the Dongyan Imperial Master with his true energy. The stream of light rendered the scene in the gold-inlaid palace like bright fireworks.
.
How could several cabinet ministers and the old emperor see such a beautiful scene in normal times? They all looked at it with great joy and exclaimed. On the side, Xu Zheng and Yishan Immortal Master saw Dongyan Imperial Master defeating Lang Fei's tricks one by one.
While applauding in my heart, I was also secretly shocked by how rich this kid was. Especially Xu Zheng. At this moment, this originally arrogant kid's face was as pale as an eggplant beaten by frost. He is also a core disciple of the Langhuan Immortal Sect, but even his master
The famous man in front of him, like a big brother, would never throw out so many talismans without blinking an eye.
"Youlong Island, Youlong Island." The boy couldn't help but mutter a few words in his mind. He made up his mind to ask his master to go to the East China Sea after returning to get close to the sect on Youlong Island. He couldn't give in because of what happened today.
Fei had a grudge in his heart, and when he returned, he reported it to his elders, causing some grudge between the two immortal sects.
The people in the hall all have their own thoughts, some are watching from the sidelines, some are watching from the sidelines, and some are harboring ulterior motives, but the two people in the center of the hall are still fiercely attacking, and the other is guarding tightly.
After Lang Fei mechanically played two fireball talismans, he reached out to grab it but missed it. It turned out that the second talisman had been used up in this moment. He smashed his mouth and the kid reached out again in full view of everyone.
He was caught in the Sumeru Belt, and when he came out again, he was clutching a dozen thick talismans.
"I...I, the Taoist Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, this, this...this kid is too...too much of a waste of the spiritual talisman." Grandmaster Dong Yan's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. After guarding for a long time, the true energy in his body had been exhausted.
Nearly halfway, but this kid, without changing his expression, without blushing or panting, stretched his hand into the Xumi Belt, and unexpectedly there were a dozen thick talismans, just like the Xumi Belt on his waist.
, it is a cornucopia that even the gods will covet.
"Sorry, I have saved a lot during the five years of idleness. Those leftovers from when I was reborn have finally been used up. Maybe the power is a little low, making you laugh."
Hearing this, Imperial Master Dong Yan's face instantly darkened, and he secretly complained in his heart. "I'm so bored, why should I listen to the advice of the little prince named Lu? What's the matter with him? You can practice at home with peace of mind.
Are you angry? But you just run back and forth and hit the iron plate."
However, it was too late to get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to use the magic formula to retract the treasure fork, then braced himself, covered his chest with both hands, and made a huddled defensive posture.
Seeing him like this, Lang Fei raised his eyebrows meaningfully and gently held a talisman in his hand. "Great Imperial Master, take a look, this is a military talisman." After saying this, without waiting for his reply, he raised his hand and pointed at the talisman.
superior.
There was a flash of white brilliance, and a pure white Chang Ge suddenly appeared in the mid-air. Dots of frosty silver fell down, illuminating the entire hall.
"Yin Ge, it turned out to be Yin Ge?" Imperial Master Dong Yan was shocked. Although he was just a casual cultivator, he was still an old monster who had lived for nearly a hundred years. This experience was naturally very rich. Lang Fei held Fu Li Gang
When it was taking shape, he recognized what was in front of him. "This, this is a low-level talisman, which can only be used by foundation builders? What's wrong with you? You can actually use it?"
As we all know, cultivators below the foundation-building level can only use their true energy to activate elementary talismans. At low-level talismans, practitioners at the foundation-building level must use their true energy to produce them. But now Lang Fei's cultivation is really real.
He was only in the bone-changing realm, but he sacrificed this silver talisman. How could he not be surprised by such a strange scene? How could he not be suspicious?
With a satisfied smile on his face, Lang Fei looked back at Xue Ya. When he saw her smiling back, he turned his head and stared at Imperial Master Dong Yan and began to ponder.
Speaking of the weapon talisman that shines brightly in this hall, it has an unknown secret. After Lang Fei's cultivation broke through to the bone-changing realm, the degree of solidification of his true energy also improved to a higher level. One day, he suddenly had a whim and thought about it.
Now that he could refine the refined iron, he replaced the bronze used to make the weapon talisman with refined iron, and then asked Xue Ya to help him make the talisman the next day, and then warmed it in the talisman box for several days. After doing so,
When Lang Fei tested its power again, the weapon made of its talisman energy had turned into a silver sword. After actual testing, it was found that its power had reached the level of low-level talismans. Although it was comparable to low-level talismans, it could
After all, its foundation is still a primary talisman, so even people with a foundation level below can use it.
Really unable to understand the mystery of this, Imperial Master Dong Yan waited patiently for a long time, but saw Lang Fei smile at the end and said loudly: "No comment."
"You, you, you bullied me." Twice in a row, Imperial Master Dong Yan was now blowing his beard and staring, extremely angry and corrupted.
"Old man, why are you being bullied? Go away." Lang Fei shouted loudly, and the silver sword flashed brightly, like a silver-white dragon, it just dodged and struck at the target.