Extract Xiuxian University at the beginning

"Building one level of foundation is very good."

Lin Fan praised him. He was probably the most powerful person he had seen in this period. The Foundation Establishment level was equivalent to an innate warrior.

This made Lin Fan a little interested.

"Hahaha, boy, with your talent, it's not bad to be able to break through to the first level of Qi training. If you can join the Holy Cult and be recommended by me, maybe the leader will give you the Holy Medicine, which will allow you to break through to the next level. maybe."

Zhao Jueping felt proud when he saw that Lin Fan was envious of his own cultivation. His qualifications were average, but it was pretty good to be able to break through to the first level of foundation building at the age of forty. Many people might not even be able to figure out what qi is after practicing all their lives.

Lin Fan, who was in his twenties, was already at the first level of Qi training, which met the requirements of the Blood Evil Sect for accepting disciples, and he had the intention of recruiting them.

Seeing Zhao Jueping's smug look, Lin Fan felt funny in his heart. I'm covering up my breath. If I didn't cover it up, I'm afraid you would have been scared away. He said calmly: "If you can take my punch, let's talk about it later." ”

After saying that, he took a few steps forward, arrived in front of Zhao Jueping, and punched lightly.

His punch looked like a flirtation between lovers, with no strength at all, and extremely slow, even worse than ordinary people punching, but they didn't know that this was also a Xianwuli move.

It looks ordinary, but its explosive power is extremely powerful.

Zhao Jueping showed a sarcastic look on his face, "Boy, I didn't expect that not only are you not qualified, but your boxing skills are also terrible. Even if a random one of the black-clothed cultists can punch stronger than yours, you actually ask me to take it." If you can't catch it, I'll stand here and hit you as you please. If you move, I'll lose."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, gave up his defense, and puffed out his chest, looking like a master.

Xiao Yang wanted to remind him that he had just been knocked over by this kid's punch, but then he thought about it, how could the priest be comparable to him? This momentum alone was already countless times stronger than his own, maybe he could really catch it Hold this punch.

The other believers in black were also excited. Since they joined the Holy Cult, they have never seen Zhao Jueping take action. They all said that he is so powerful that even innate warriors are no match for him. Today, they finally have the opportunity to appreciate his peerless style. .

Just looking at his standing posture, the believers felt that he was very tall, as tall as a pine, and as sharp as a sword. Although his appearance was not so handsome, his aura was unique. What men value is not appearance, but talent. There is no doubt that Zhao Jueping It has become an idol in the hearts of all believers, and everyone has a sense of awe in their hearts.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan's fist came, and it seemed to have no strength, hitting Zhao Jueping's stomach.

The next moment.

Wow!

Zhao Jueping opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, with a few teeth in it. His eyes suddenly popped out, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. His whole body was like a cooked shrimp. He held his stomach, bent over, and then fell down. On the ground.

Everyone was stunned, looking stupidly at Zhao Jueping, who was pale, sweaty, and extremely distorted on the ground, feeling that his mind was blank.

Didn't he just put down his lofty words and hit him no matter what, but he wouldn't budge? Why did he fall down with just one punch and stand as tall as a pine tree? As sharp as a sword? Why was it all gone and he vomited so much blood? It felt like he had vomited more than Xiao Yang. Is this really the third highest priest in the Holy Religion?

Lin Fan retracted his fist and sighed: "Your first level of foundation building is not very good."

Lin Fan didn't have any psychological burden for bullying such a 'kid'. Since others didn't know what kind of cultivation he was, he just followed his heart and beat him when he needed to.

"You...you..."

Zhao Jueping pointed at Lin Fan tremblingly, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time. He never expected that the opponent's seemingly weak fist could be so powerful.

That punch directly shattered his Dantian, making him unable to even self-destruct.

"I know that all of you disciples of the Blood Demon Sect are good men. If I ask you, you won't be able to tell me where the headquarters is, so I won't waste my time and will send you on your way."

"I...I..."

Before Zhao Jueping could say the words "I say", he saw Lin Fan's fist falling again. He was extremely aggrieved. What I wanted to say was, you didn't give me a chance.

Boom!

Zhao Jueping was beaten to death like this. He died in a very painful way. He had a chance to survive, but Lin Fan wiped it out.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission, receiving the Thunder Sword Technique as a reward, and gaining 5,000 spiritual power points. 】

The remaining members of the cult were trembling with fear when they saw that Mr. Zhao Jueping, whom they thought was the strongest man, was dying like this. Xiao Yang even wanted to hide his head in his crotch. He had provoked Lin Fan just now, so he didn't know if he would. I will settle accounts with myself in the future.

Fortunately, Lin Fan has no interest in taking action against the remaining believers. They are all ordinary people. They are probably brainwashed to join this holy religion. There is no reward for killing them.

His eyes fell on Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang's anus suddenly tightened, his legs trembled, and he said harshly: "Senior...Senior, I'm just a handyman. I don't know where the headquarters is."

Lin Fan said: "I know, if you send these people home and burn this place down with fire, don't blame me for being rude if I encounter you again in this bullshit holy religion."

After saying that, he drifted away.

Xiao Yang breathed a big sigh of relief, looked around at the black-clothed cultists who were looking at him, and waved his hands, "Go, all go, don't let me see you again."

The black-clothed believer cried: "Xiao Shishou, you can't ignore us. In order to enter the Holy Cult, I got divorced and lost my home. Now I have nowhere to go."

"Yes, I owe loan sharks and I dare not go back."

"I have severed ties with my parents just to join the Holy Cult and get ahead. Now if I go back, where will I put my face?"

"Take us to find other priests. The Holy Cult is so big. As long as we hide, the seniors just now will not be able to find us."

"..."

Listening to the cries of these believers, Xiao Yang was a little upset, but he had worked hard to recruit these people. He was reluctant to let them go back like this. He looked at the direction Lin Fan left and took a deep breath. He said in a deep voice: "Do you really still want to stay in the Holy Religion?"

Everyone nodded. If they didn't stay in the Holy Religion, they wouldn't have anywhere to go.

"Well, I do know where the other branch is. You all come with me. Burn this place down before leaving. If you encounter the person just now, everyone will stay far away. Before your strength has grown, You’re not allowed to mess with me, do you understand?”

The black-clad believers all agreed, and then began to burn the yard in a hurry.