"Hey, Miss Nan and I are in love, and it is natural for us to become Taoist couples. Are you, the Xing family, still planning to rob other people's Taoist couples?" There was a hint of pride in Feng Fan's words.
"Presumptuous!" The district elder was already extremely angry. Hearing Feng Fan's words and seeing Feng Fan's arrogant look, he roared angrily. Then his mind moved, and a wave of waves shot towards Feng Fan.
"Spiritual attack!" As soon as this thought flashed through Feng Fan's mind, he felt a "boom" in his mind and temporarily lost his consciousness. In an empty place, Feng Fan felt that he seemed to have turned into a blue element.
Ying, there is a purple Nascent Soul floating opposite, with the ferocious look of the district elder vaguely on it.
"You little bastard, how dare you ruin the reputation of our Xing family, I will destroy you today and make you an idiot!" The purple Yuanying roared angrily, opened its small mouth, and a stream of lavender flames shot out, towards
Feng Fan's Nascent Soul rushed over. The surrounding space became a little distorted under the burning flames.
"Patriarch, what's wrong with Brother Cheng?" Nan Yifeng, who noticed that Feng Fan and the district elder's eyes were dull and motionless at the same time, turned pale and exclaimed loudly.
"Hmph, this district elder of the Xing family with a different surname launched a spiritual attack on Cheng Haoxuan." Nan Peibai said coldly.
"Clan leader, you must stop him. Brother Cheng has saved my life several times!" Nan Yifeng screamed with a face as pale as dirt.
"It's ridiculous. An early Dacheng-level monk can actually save your life several times. Do you think I'm a fool?" Nan Peibai whispered coldly in Nan Yifeng's ear.
"He is able to exert a strength equivalent to that of an ordinary initial-level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng. He has really saved lives. I beg the patriarch to help him!" Nan Yifeng begged with tears in his eyes.
"This is all your fault. If I save this person, it will bring huge disaster to my Nan family." Nan Peibai said with a cold look on his face, impatiently.
In the space of Feng Fan's consciousness, the blazing flames were already less than a few feet away from Feng Fan. The fiery breath almost suffocated Feng Fan's Yuanying soul. With a sudden change of mind, Feng Fan's Yuanying poured out countless golden lights and quickly transformed into
A golden shield stood in front of his Nascent Soul.
With a "chi" sound, the golden shield gradually turned red, crimson, purple, and purple under the burning of the purple flames. Feng Fan Yuanying opened his mouth, and a stream of water-attribute five-element Xuanmeng true essence spurted out, and the shield suddenly
It cooled down and finally turned into its original golden color.
When the purple flames dissipated, the golden shield suddenly turned into thousands of golden lights and rushed towards the opposite Yuanying. The opposite Yuanying swayed hastily, and a purple mask appeared around it, but the golden light seemed to ignore the mask.
It went straight in as if there was nothing.
"No!" The district elder let out a sharp scream the moment his Nascent Soul was penetrated by thousands of golden rays.
Feng Fan suddenly felt a splitting headache and suddenly regained his consciousness. The scene just now was vaguely replayed in his mind, and Feng Fan immediately remembered the process that had just happened.
"Boy, what treasure is there in your sea of consciousness? It can actually severely damage my consciousness?" The elder from the opposite district suddenly trembled, then vomited blood, and asked with a ferocious expression. Nan Peibai and Nan Yifeng's expressions changed after hearing this.
With a slight change, Nan Peibai showed a horrified expression.
A monk at the initial level of the early stage of Dacheng was not only unharmed after a spiritual attack by an initial level monk at the early stage of consummation, but he also severely damaged his opponent who was a full level higher than him. This simply created a myth in the world of cultivation. And Nan Yifeng
Knowing that Cheng Haoxuan was not only fine, but also a monk who had reached the early initial level of perfection, he was filled with surprise after being severely injured.
"Hey, sorry, I have no comment." Feng Fan said with dignity.
"Boy, wait!" the district elder roared, and then walked out dejectedly.
"You surnamed District, you are just a running dog of the Xing family with a foreign surname. Don't be too arrogant, be careful one day I will send you on your way!" Senhan's words came from Feng Fan's mouth, which not only made the district elders shocked and angry, but also
Nan Peibai frowned slightly. If Feng Fan was just an early-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng, Nan Peibai would expel him without hesitation, but just now he saw that Feng Fan was actually facing the spiritual attack of a monk in the perfection stage.
Not only was he not at a disadvantage, but he also severely injured Elder Yang of the Xing family. So although Nan Peibai was a little angry at this time, he still suppressed that anger.
"The trouble you cause will be borne entirely by yourself. When the Xing family makes things difficult for you, our Nan family will not take action for you." Nan Peibai's voice was slightly dissatisfied.
"Haha, of course I will solve the troubles I caused. Could it be that I still rely on your Nan family?" Feng Fan said arrogantly.
"Hmph! If that's the case, you can take care of yourself!" Nan Peibai snorted coldly, ignored the two of them, and walked away.
"Brother Cheng, it's really difficult for you this time." Seeing Nan Peibai leave the hall, Nan Yifeng sighed lightly and said sadly.
"It doesn't matter." Feng Fan said with a raised eyebrow.
"It seems that we can return to the Cultivation Alliance. We have caused such a big trouble. If we don't have anything special to do in the future, we should not leave the Fourth Cultivation Alliance." Nan Yifeng hesitated for a moment, and then said in frustration. The two of them said
He left the hall and walked outside.
Two young monks came from a distance. The one on the left had a face like a crown of jade and was dressed in a silver-white gown, which made him look extremely elegant. The one on the right was wearing a yellow robe, a white jade crown on his head, and a necklace with numerous inlays around his waist.
Ribbon with light blue gemstones.
"Brother Cheng, these two people are monks with foreign surnames who usually pester me. Ignore them and let's avoid them." Nan Yifeng saw the two people opposite him and immediately sent a message to Feng Fan's spiritual consciousness.
"Why should you avoid it? This is the Nan family. As a member of the family, you have to avoid monks with other surnames. If it spreads, it seems to damage your reputation. If these two people dare to be presumptuous, I will give them a hard time.
Erased memories!" Feng Fan said with a sneer.
"Miss Nan, it's you! I have really missed me during this period. I thought that Miss Nan would never return to the family. Now that Miss Nan is back, come and sit in my cave. I will treat you well."
Miss Nan, it's yours." When the two young monks saw Nan Yifeng, their eyes revealed a sinister look, and the young man in white shirt said with a sinister smile.
"Huh? Is this early Dacheng initial-level monk next to Miss Nan your follower?" Another young man in yellow robe glanced at Feng Fan and said as if no one else was watching.
"You two dogs, you'd better get away, otherwise I will make you unable to survive or die!" Feng Fan said lightly. Although the two monks opposite were both peak-level monks in the early Dacheng period, in Feng Fan's eyes
There is nothing like garbage here.
"Boy, you are looking for death!" The yellow-robed monk's face darkened, and he cursed ferociously. Then he turned one hand over, and a ball of surging and burning light blue flame appeared in his hand. The flame was mottled and jumping, like a ghostly fire.
The yellow-robed monk suddenly waved one hand, and the ball of flames came out with a "swish" sound. It suddenly expanded during the flight, and finally became as big as a millstone and surged towards Feng Fan.
"The light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon!" Feng Fan roared angrily. Feng Fan's mind moved, and a small purple sword suddenly appeared in front of him. Feng Fan raised his hand with one hand, and the small purple sword suspended in mid-air appeared in front of him.
Under Yuan's concentration, the energy skyrocketed, and dazzling purple lights swarmed out. Part of the purple lights instantly turned into countless purple arcs, mottled and jumping around the several-foot-long sword body. Feng Fan waved his sleeves and robes, and the purple electric sword moved towards the light.
The blue flames shot away. With a soft "chi" sound, the flames split into two, and the purple electric sword pierced the yellow-robed monk with unabated force.
The flames split in two continued to surround Feng Fan. When Feng Fan's mind moved, a layer of cyan light suddenly appeared around his body. With a "Puch" sound, two huge flames hit Feng Fan fiercely.
The opened true energy barrier burned violently.
"The strength of the initial-level monks in the middle stage of Dacheng!" The yellow-robed monk hurriedly opened the True Yuan Barrier while exclaiming. However, after a muffled sound that made him frightened, his True Yuan Barrier was struck by purple electricity like tissue paper.
The sword pierces.
With a "plop" sound, the purple electric sword pierced the left shoulder of the yellow-robed monk, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out. The yellow-robed monk grunted, his body trembled, and his face immediately turned extremely pale.
At this time, the blue flames that burned Feng Fan's true essence shield turned invisible because they lost the control of the yellow-robed monk who was severely injured by the purple electric sword. Feng Fan's mouth was filled with sarcasm as he stared at the yellow-robed monk opposite with blood spurting out.
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"Boy, you are ruthless! Who are you?" The white-shirted monk couldn't help but blush when he saw that the young monk next to Nan Yifeng, as an initial-level monk in the early stage of Dacheng, could not only exert the strength of an ordinary initial-level monk in the middle stage of Dacheng, but also act ruthlessly.
He asked through gritted teeth.
"This is my Taoist companion Cheng Haoxuan." Before Feng Fan could speak, Nan Yifeng sighed softly.
"Boy, you actually committed a crime in the Nan family. It seems that I have to teach you a lesson today." The white-robed monk glared at Feng Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth, and roared in a sharp voice.
"Even if you don't take action, I will teach you a lesson today." Feng Fan calmly dropped a cold word and pointed at the purple electric sword. Gu Bao groaned and turned back from behind the two of them.
He slashed hard at the monk in white shirt. Halfway through, countless electric arcs jumped on the purple electric sword, which looked domineering and exuded awe-inspiring killing intent, locking the monk in white shirt firmly.