Rebirth – City Cultivation

"Who are you... Hey, aren't that Chinese innate? Where is the man who just turned into Jinhong?"

Lin Wuhua stepped forward, the cold voice asked, and suddenly scorned.

She knew Chen Fan, who had seen it in the city government, was shocked.

Just now that Jin Hong, traversing the heavens and the earth, tearing the sky, is extremely embarrassing. At least it is also repaired above the condensate period. Lin Wuhua has regarded the man as a deadly enemy. He does not believe that Chen Fan is the one.

Chen Fan turned his back to her, saying nothing, looking up at Baizhangxian Temple, and numerous inscriptions in the gongs shine. He has infiltrated the mind into the void and is enlightened in the circle around the temple.

"court death."

Lin Wuhua is a cold.

She walked as a mysterious hole in the sky, and the sword tested the world, that is, the ancestors of the Xiuxian family saw her, and they all respected each other. How can a Chinese ethnic group innately answer?

A black water is really strong, and in her palm, it will be turned into a chain to hold Chen Fan.

At this time, in the void, another loud sound. Just listening to the sound of smashing, Lin Wuhua turned his head and saw a silver figure rushing in.

Ancient spirit!

He actually came.

The ancient spirit is shrouded in silver, a silver armor, a double-winged scorpion, and a hair must be cast like silver. But on his body, a deep visible bone scar is densely covered. Apparently it was mistakenly killed and killed by Jin Dan.

But even then, the ancient spirits are still straight and their eyes are cold.

‘First kill the ancient spirit. ’

Lin Wuhua made a quick decision.

Compared with Chen Fan, Gu Lingzi is her enemy. The young king of the Silver Spirit is a peerless blood, and he is in control of the four supernatural powers. Although it was hit hard, it is still terrible. Lin Wuhua knows his potential. If he did not rely on the gods of the sky, he would be weaker.

"Dangdang."

Nethered swords, a ghost sword appeared behind Lin Wuhua, murderous Sensen.

Gu Lingzi's pupils shrank, he did not expect. In the temple of the fairy, there are only three of them, especially the dead-faced Lin Wuhua. However, the ancient spirit is not afraid, sneer, a silver glow in his hand, turned into a long Zhang, a condensed spear.

The war is on the verge.

But then, the sound of snoring again.

A three-meter-tall man, slamming through the hurricane, he was covered in muscles and knots, like iron casting, with the iron and blood of the rest of the battle. Tianmang Cave walking, ancient times!

At the sight of the ancient times, whether it is Lin Wuhua or Gu Lingzi, they are all afraid of being profited by people. The three people are trying to open their mouths and form a human figure, breaking through the hurricane.

Wang Cheng Chu family less master, Chu Tianyu.

Yin and Yang Cave walking, Bai Qiuer.

The Northern Han Dynasty, Zhao Qingchen...

In the end, dozens of innate monks joined forces to break through the squad and step in. For a time, in front of the Xiandian, the days of arrogance gathered, the monks were like rain. Here, the weakest is also the inferior, Zhang Dongxu dominates a city, at this time in the crowd, silent.

"Lin Wuhua, it seems that you and me can only fight back."

Gu Lingzi smiled and took back his spear.

Lin Wuhua snorted, and the sword shadow behind it also caught in the void.

"Where was that person?"

莽古沈气.

Everyone was prepared to follow the steps, sweeping through the entire cave, and finally stepping into the fairy hall and fighting for the pearl. However, Chen Fan had disrupted all the plans, and he was afraid to be preempted and had to rush in advance.

Many people are like the ancient spirits, and the wounds are traced. For example, Lin Yuhua’s space secret treasure is a minority. Zhang Dongxu and other people's faces are even more unsightly. In order to break through the outer array, they have at least seven or eight innates.

"I came here, the man disappeared, only him."

Lin Wuhua cherishes words like gold.

Everyone looked at Chen Fan with her gaze.

In the face of many arrogance and power, Chen Fan seems to care less, still carrying his hands and standing in front of the gate of the fairy hall. God is like an octopus, and the layers of the temple are analyzed.

Seeing Chen Fan's breath is low, another pair of Chinese faces, many people are contemptuous.

"As everyone knows, this fairy temple is a cold and true king, cast with the supreme power, and there are all kinds of banned killings. There was once a Jindan Zhenjun hard, and it was frozen into ice sculptures by the cold. The man never Maybe in the palm of your hand, you will rush into the temple." Zhao Qingchen talked. He is majestic and profound, and he looks directly at Chen Fan, in a command tone:

"Tell this seat, where did the man go? Is there any conspiracy?"

Chen Fan did not care.

Zhao Qingchen’s face was a stiff face. When he was a Northern Han Dynasty, he had eaten this kind of jealousy.

Bai Qiuer grinned at the side, her laughing flowers and flowers, the white chest, exposed from the chest gauze, the slim waist bent in the wind, like to break off, attracted no amount of light.

"Little brother, if you tell us, where the golden rainbow went before, my sister is good for you." Bai Qiuer's voice is charming, dragging the long tail, like a cat's claw, gently scratching the human heart.

Yin and Yang Cave, the practice of charm, Bai Qiu children as a hole in the sky, a little skill, can make the congenital bow.

It is a pity that Chen Fan still does not answer, always facing the people.

This time, even Bai Qiu's face changed slightly and it cooled down. Seeing that Bai Qiuer also touched a gray nose, Lin Wuhua turned a high look at the Chinese youth.

"I don't know what to do with life, even the seventeenth Wang Sun Yat-Sen and Bai Xianzi ask questions, dare not answer."

A purple robe old man, with a cold scream, his hands like an eagle claw, pulled out ten long purple black awnings, with a hurricane, slammed to Chen Fan.

Numashan City Duanhuang Zijia ancestors.

The old man named Zi Jinghong, who has been cultivated as a late congenital, has a poisonous dragon and is extremely hot. He used to rely on the poisonous dragon, and he was born with a poisonous scorpion, and set the name of the poison dragon.

"Hey."

The ten fingers pointed to Mang, and when they smashed into Chen Fan’s ten-empty sky, they dissipated in vain.

"this is?"

Everyone's pupils shrink.

Many Tianjiao are the top figures of the younger generation. How sinister? Chutian domain brow wrinkles:

"Field? You have condensed Yuan Dan, is a condensed monk?"

Many people look ugly instantly. The monk is not rare, it is a sect, no more than ten people. Such as Zhu Xicheng and so on, dozens of cities may not have one. What's more, Chen Fan is still a Chinese.

"Well, it seems that the king underestimated you. Before that, Jin Hong, it was you."

In the voice of Zhao Qingchen, he suppressed a trace of anger.

Lin Wuhua, Gu Lingzi and other people are not good-looking. I didn't expect them to be deceived by Chen Fan. This Chinese teenager, playing pigs and eating tigers, was actually a monk.

However, they are not afraid. As the strongest of the younger generation in the Northern Cold Region, they are not fighting.

"Retire immediately!"

Stepping on the ancient step, the sound is like a thunder.

Many days of arrogance, the same cold and cold, looking directly at Chen Fan.

In front of so many younger generations of kings, if they are ordinary condensate monks, I am afraid that they will sweat early and hurried back. But Chen Fan did not change color, but faintly said:

"I will give you half a quarter of an hour and disappear from me. Otherwise, I will die."

He speaks in a tone, just like eating and drinking. Everyone was a glimpse first, then they made a big laugh. Chu Tianyu laughs:

"Who do you think you are? Is Jindan Zhenjun? It is a true monk here. In the face of me and other people, I have to give back three points. What's more, you are a Chinese nationality. If you are a North Hanwang Or, the six big holes, Tianjiao, I am waiting for myself, but unfortunately you are nothing, just waiting for the race."

"Yes, little brother, people are clear about themselves."

The white ball shook his head.

Everyone else sneered.

In front of the Xian Dian, dozens of congenital late monks gathered, plus seven or eight young Tianjiao. Such a horrible battle force, generally Jin Dan may not be able to fight. After all, they are not ordinary congenital, each standing at the peak of the innate world.

"Humph."

Chen Fan shot directly.

In front of him, these people are like a little bug. When will people reason with bugs? I saw a giant green palm of ten feet in size, condensed out of thin air, and slammed it on Zi Jinghong.

The purple ancestor, just released an exclamation, the whole person was patted into a meatloaf by the giant palm.

One palm, killing innate!

"You are looking for death!"

Zhao Qingchen and other angry. They did not expect Chen Fan to be in front of everyone, but dare to do it.

"The real dragon secret."

Chu Tianyu's face changed, his hands slammed and smashed, and he played a fairy-light dragon. This day, the dragon has a hundred feet, and the hair is shining, and the scales are condensed, just like real. A loud scream of the dragon, rushing toward Chen Fanchong.

Wangcheng Chu family, known as the true dragon blood.

Although this is just a gold on the face, the real dragon is a beast and beast, how can the **** path be left in the area? However, the Chu family does inherit the dragon's secret technique. Once it is played, the landslide is cracked, the world is shaken, and the hegemony is extremely strong.

"Hey."

Chen Fan held one hand behind him and the other hand bent.

"Hey."

Baizhang Tianlong, if hit by a heavy hammer in an instant, suddenly slammed into the air, and then burst into the inch, countless celestial light into a firefly, the power of horror, passed to Chu Tianyu, shook his body , back a few hundred meters.

"Not good, this man is too horrible, not inferior to Jin Dan."

Chu Tianyu is awkward.

When he confronted Chen Fan, he felt like a punch on Mount Tai. The horrible temper of the landslide had almost shattered his body. Such a strong person, Chu Tianyu only met in the ancestors of the family.

"Getting it together."

Zhao Qingchen’s look changed and he slammed. A swallowing white, suddenly emerged from behind his back, full two or three hundred feet high, turned into a peerless snake, overlooking Chen Fan.

Then.

Dozens of vast congenital powers, instantly rise to the ground, fill the void, and slam the surrounding law. These breaths are more horrible than Jindan, and they seem to break through the world.

Lin Wuhua’s body is full of dark waves, like a queen who is in charge of the Nether. The ancient spirits rise to the sky, the wings are shocked, and the gods are cold. It’s transformed into a ten-meter giant, and it’s like a wilderness...

In an instant, Chen Fan fell into a ruin.

Ps: There is a third more ^_^