After knowing that the black robe may have the strength equivalent to foundation building, Lin Fan has been thinking about this matter in his mind. If he fails to break through when facing the black robe, it may be more troublesome. Even if he can finally
If he wins the battle, he will inevitably pay a heavy price, so Lin Fan thought of one of the tricks in his previous life, "World-Destroying Thunder Dragon". In his previous life, he relied on this trick to win by leapfrogging many levels. Now he will also use it to win.
"World-Destroying Thunder Dragon" is my trump card.
Volomai is just a small character. In the eyes of Mr. Zhang and others, he is an invincible martial arts master who also knows the unpredictable witchcraft. However, in Lin Fan's eyes, he is just the first time Lin Fan has used "
The test object of "World-Destroying Thunder Dragon" was just used to help Lin Fan test the power of this move.
Now it seems that with Lin Fan's strength in the middle stage of Qi refining, it is easy to instantly kill the master with the "World-Destroying Thunder Dragon".
There was a high chance that he would die directly, and the price Lin Fan paid was only 80% to 90% consumption of his true energy.
But even so, it still did not meet Lin Fan's expectations. He was a little disappointed, but being able to perform it smoothly was already a good start. He believed that it would not take long before the power of this move would be significantly improved.
At that time, ordinary foundation-building experts would have to retreat when they encountered them.
Han Liren looked at Lin Fan who was like a god in horror, and stammered to himself: This is simply a miracle, it is the method of the immortal family, the real method of the immortal family.
Mr. Zhang stared at the deep pit with his mouth agape, feeling surprised and happy in his heart.
Zhang Haifeng looked at Lin Fan who was standing with his hands behind his back, and he had the idea of worshiping him from the bottom of his heart, as if the person standing there was not an ordinary person, but a god from the lower world!
Several strong men from the Fengyun Club were so shocked that they couldn't say a word. They just looked at Lin Fan blankly, their eyes full of awe and gratitude.
A gust of breeze blew by, and everyone recovered from the shock.
If it weren't for the deep, smoking pit in front of them, they might have thought that the terrifying scene just now was an illusion.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a quarter moon appeared in the night sky, casting cool moonlight on the earth.
After Lin Fan adjusted his breathing for a while, he walked to Mr. Zhang and helped him sit up.
Mr. Zhang was poisoned by poison, and the black lines had extended to his shoulders. If Lin Fan hadn't sealed his meridians in time, he would have been poisoned by the poison and invaded his heart and lungs, making it difficult for the gods to save him.
Now that the poisonous Wuluo Maai was wiped out by Lin Fan, there was no scum left. The poison he had given to Mr. Zhang, Han Liren, Feiyang and others had naturally lost their effectiveness.
The faces of Mr. Zhang and Han Liren gradually returned to normal, and the black line slowly retracted to the wrist position, and finally disappeared.
The fat sheep's eyes gradually became brighter, and his vision soon recovered.
Mr. Zhang looked at Lin Fan and said: Little friend Lin Fan, it’s really thanks to you.
Lin Fan smiled calmly and said: Mr. Zhang, don't say anything for now. You were poisoned just now. Although Wu Luo is dead now, the poison will not cause trouble if it loses control, but the poison caused by the poison to the body does not recover so quickly.
Still needs to be nursed back to health.
With that said, Lin Fan walked up behind Mr. Zhang, put his palm on Mr. Zhang's back, and slowly channeled the energy.
Little friend Lin Fan, you are spending a lot of money. Mr. Zhang felt Lin Fan's movements and turned his head quickly. But before he finished speaking, Lin Fan shook his head gently and said: I'm fine, please calm down, Mr. Zhang.
Pranayama.
Hearing this, Mr. Zhang didn't say anything else. He slowly closed his eyes and mobilized the energy in his body to restore his vitality.
Zhang Haifeng stood aside and watched for a while. When he saw that his grandfather was fine, he felt relieved and quickly ran to the edge of the deep pit and looked at it carefully.
The entire deep pit is a bit like a crater created by a bomb. The soil exposed on the surface seems to have been scorched, showing a charred black color, and is slowly emitting green smoke.
Not to mention the corpse sold by Wuluo, not even the ashes were seen in the pit.
At this time, Zhang Haifeng had to believe that Wuluomai was truly wiped out and completely destroyed.
After taking a few glances, Zhang Haifeng was about to turn around and leave. However, as soon as he turned half of his body, he caught a glimpse of something special at the bottom of the pit. He couldn't see clearly in the faint moonlight, but in the midst of the charred land
The hole was still very conspicuous, so he hesitated for a moment and then jumped into the pit.
The soil in the pit was so soft that half of his feet could sink in when he stepped down. Only after getting into the pit did Zhang Haifeng realize that the thing seemed to be a rolled-up bamboo slip.
Zhang Haifeng bent down, picked up the bamboo slip, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
This bamboo slip looked old and weathered. Zhang Haifeng held up the bamboo slip and could barely read the words on it clearly under the moonlight.
Thunder control!
After seeing the words on the bamboo slips clearly, Zhang Haifeng felt dazed for a while, and then he was filled with ecstasy.
Although Wu Luo was killed by Lin Fan before he could hold on for even a second, this does not mean that Wu Luo was a weakling. Lin Fan was really too strong.
On the contrary, in an earth with a backward cultivation civilization, Volomai, who mastered a spell, could successfully kill a middle-stage master with his cultivation level as a first-time master, which is enough to illustrate the power of this spell.
What Zhang Haifeng is holding now is the "Thunder Control Technique" performed by the talents of Wu Luo!
Zhang Haifeng jumped out of the pit with the "Thunder Control Jue" in hand. At this time, Lin Fan had already helped Mr. Zhang to adjust his breath. Han Liren, who had a higher level of cultivation than Mr. Zhang, was already at the peak of his energy. After adjusting it himself, there was nothing.
Serious problem.
Forest
As soon as Zhang Haifeng shouted, he suppressed the following words. Although he was not a pure ancient warrior, Fengyunhui, one of the leading underground forces in Dragon City, was definitely not an ordinary person. He could guess that,
How valuable is this "Thunder Control Jue"? If the news that he possesses the "Thunder Control Jue" spreads, I am afraid that many ancient families in the ancient martial arts world and sects with long heritage will not hesitate to shame themselves and come to ask for it.
Or maybe just violently rob them.
Although everyone present was someone he absolutely trusted, the fewer people who knew about this kind of thing, the better.
Thinking of this, Zhang Haifeng hid the bamboo slip behind his back without showing any trace, his expression returned to normal, and he quickly walked to the eight guardians standing aside and asked them to go down and rest first.
The eight guardians all agreed and left first.
Han Liren walked up to Lin Fan with an excited expression, bent down, raised his hands respectfully and said: Han Liren has seen the Immortal.
At this time, Lin Fan's image was already equal to that of a god in Han Liren's mind. Just now, the scene where he summoned the terrifying Thunder Dragon with a wave of his hand and wiped out the master, the powerful Muro Mai, in the blink of an eye left a deep impression on Han Liren's heart.
The impression may never be dissipated in this lifetime.
Just as Lin Fan was about to say something, Zhang Haifeng came over and took out the bamboo slips, with excitement in his eyes: Grandpa, Brother Lin, Brother Han, look what I found at the bottom of the pit.
Huh?
Lin Fan turned his head and looked over. When he saw what Zhang Haifeng was holding, his expression changed slightly.