The Rise Of Xiu Xian Sect

Ye Bufan looked at the formation ahead and recovered from the broken boundary.

I could not help but snorted, "One sword won't work, then another sword"

Dozens of Sword Rays rushed again, and they were about to land on the formation. The cultivators including Huang Lan were worried. Everyone poured Magic power into the formation, hoping to block this strike.

"Er Gan" yelled and remembered, accompanied by this voice was a golden attack.

"Boom boom boom"

This person kept manipulating the Magic power to make this pot-shaped Magic Treasures resist Sword Ray.

After dozens of breaths, a brilliant attack like fireworks came to an end.

Ye Bufan also saw the appearance of this person. A middle-aged man about forty to fifty years old, with a fierce face, Cultivation Base is similar to Ye Bufan.

Zhang Jinlin couldn't help showing a trace of heartache when he saw the Magic Treasures in his hand. This is a very good inferior Magic Treasures. I did not expect that there were a few invisible cracks in the confrontation with the white man on the opposite side.

He received Huang Lan's emergency sound transmission talisman in Closed Door Training, and the secret technique of cultivation could only be stopped.

Originally, he thought this was not the front line, and stationed a spirit mine, which was very safe. Unexpectedly, seeing someone assault makes him depressed and angry.

"Who are you, why are you attacking my evil Yinzong resident?" Zhang Jinlin wanted to delay time, he hurried out of the customs, still with some injuries on his body.

"The one who killed you" Ye Bufan naturally knew his plan. He was in the back and time was very important, and he must not be delayed.

He answered indifferently, accompanied by dozens of murderous Sword Rays.

"Looking for death" Zhang Jinlin was angry, this man was too rampant. He himself is not a Golden Core cultivator who stays in the quiet room of cultivation, and the method is not bad. This person does not even put him in one’s eyes.

The pot-shaped Magic Treasures manifested again, and Sword Ray and pot treasure entangled and attacked in the air, making a roaring sound in mid-air.

Looking at the attack in the air, Zhang Jinlin felt cruel, and looked at the talisman in his hand with a heartache. This is the talisman in the Golden Core period, which is equivalent to a full blow in the Golden Core period. He himself uses one less than one.

Fu Lu was like a meteor falling to the ground, rushing towards the Sword Ray at a very fast speed.

"Boom boom boom"

With several sounds in succession, Sword Ray was crushed and scattered, and the power erupting in the center of the attack simultaneously threw Guo Bao away.

Ye Bufan's Flying Sword was also thrown away.

Although Zhang Jinlin was in pain, he was still happy to see Ye Bufan being repelled.

He felt dangerous just halfway through his joy.

A flag-like light was rushing towards him.

Zhang Jinlin wants to recall Guo Bao, but there is still a long way to go. He hurriedly summoned a spiritual shield.

Ye Bufan smiled contemptuously in the distance.

It is a pity that his defense Magic Treasures is not ready yet, and the flag-like attack has already come down.

"Wow!"

Zhang Jinlin's body was severed, blood rushed everywhere, and a pair of unwilling eyes slowly closed.

Ye Bufan saw his eyes and felt in his heart, he must pay attention to the opponents on the bright side, and more importantly, the opponents in the dark.

A fireball spurted out, and the place of battle instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

At the same time, Huang Lan in the formation suppressed the sadness and pain in his heart, and calmly said to everyone, "Escape for your own lives."

The battle that decides life and death is actually only a few breaths. Many people are still cheering for Zhang Jinlin's inspiration. They never thought that the Golden Core powerhouse in their eyes would die like this.

"Escape each time" Huang Lan saw the expressions of the people, so he had to say it again, this time his voice was much louder.

"Yes"

Everyone now knew the cruelty of the reality and the ferocity of the fighting, and they didn't continue to clean up the resources, so they just left.

Some people are leaving, and there are others preparing to leave. When they see Huang Lan standing there quietly, he asks suspiciously, "Brother Huang, why don't you leave?"

"Uncle Zhang is dead, I want to stay with him, I want to retain the dignity of my evil evil sect, I want to treat death as life." Huang Lan's tone was calm and determined.

"Brother Huang, I'm not leaving either. I want to stay and fight against the enemy." Someone said loudly.

"Yes, I won't go either"

...

"Get out of here. I am the actual person in charge of this spirit mine. I am obligated to stay. What do you guys look like here? Get out of here, remember what these two people look like, report the matter to Sect and let Sect give We take revenge." Huang Lan roared loudly, unable to care about her tolerance.

"No, I won't leave" someone said with a crying voice, wondering if he was moved by his senior brother Huang.

"I'll say it again, get out of here, listen to my orders, run away separately, use your best efforts, if you can go back one is only one, report the matter to Sect." Huang Lan shouted loudly, even the spirit weapon at the end. It's all taken out.

"Yes" someone said with a weeping voice.

...

"The Eastern fellow daoist is really amazing," Ye Bufan said with a slight smile.

The person who attacked just now was Dongfang Ji. Ye Bufan saw that his flag, Magic Treasures, was a medium-grade Magic Treasures. It was filled with the sound of Jin Ge and Iron Horse.

Dongfang Ji gave Zhang Jinlin’s storage bag and Magic Treasures to Ye Bufan, "You are welcome, fellow daoist."

Although Ye Bufan did not perform as well as he thought in this battle. But Dongfang Ji can only recognize it, and he can only trust his judgment.

After all, this opponent is not strong, and Ye Bufan will definitely not show his hole cards.

What's more, Ye Bufan's spirit sword was knocked into the air at that time, and he didn't see a trace of fear in his eyes. This is more like the look of a person who has experienced strong winds and waves.

"Yeah" Ye Bufan was not polite and put away the storage bag.

At this time, several figures flew out of the formation, very fast, as if fleeing for their lives.

Ye Bufan and Dongfang Ji looked at each other and they understood.

These people must be afraid of the two attacking them, so they flee for their lives.

"Ye fellow daoist, do you want to stop them?" Dongfang Ji asked.

"I don't have much interest in some Foundation Building cultivators. Although the strength is not mentioned, they are scattered. If you want to solve them all, I am afraid it will take some time." Ye Bufan shook his head slightly.

He is not too poor and is not interested in making money from these Foundation Building cultivators. As for whether there will be troubles, he is not even worried.

He is a man determined to be famous, and there are many people who want to kill him. I don't care about the dozens of people in front of me.

Seeing Ye Bufan's attitude, Dongfang Ji lost his only heart to do things.

Indeed, as Ye Bufan said, it was too much trouble.

"This person is very interesting" Dongfang Ji said to Ye Bufan, pointing to formation.

"What does he want to do, do you want to be a benevolent?" Ye Bufan showed a trace of interest.

"You can ask him," Dongfang Ji quipped.

"Also"

"Why don't you leave" Ye Bufan said to the people left in the formation.

Dongfang Ji showed a hint of surprise and helplessness, and shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huang Lan stared at Ye Bufan and didn't say a word. What he thinks now is that Ye Bufan can get closer, and he can burn the jade and the stone. As for talking to Ye Bufan, he has no interest at all.

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