The whole sect is reborn

Lan Ming lowered his head to look at Zhu Fu, who was much shorter than himself, with strong appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Little girl! It's really good. I wonder where the teacher comes from?"

Zhu Fu still didn't say anything, but he just pounced on him again, and the two of them once again fell into a seemingly endless fight of fists and kicks. Lan Ming didn't mind Zhu Fu's silence either. As monks, they all have a little bit of trouble.

The problem is understandable.

The monks who saw Zhu Fu and Lan Ming fighting outside the water mirror were very interested. This kind of fist-to-flesh fight was much more entertaining than the kind of fighting each other with spiritual weapons across a long distance.

Especially the demons. The demons have always followed their own will and put their own wishes first. Now when they saw Zhu Fu and Lan Ming fighting, many of them started to shout loudly!

"Hit! Beat that bastard Lan Ming to death! That bastard broke all my teeth last time! The little girl must beat him until his teeth are everywhere!"

"That bastard Lan Ming is actually here today?! Who is that female cultivator? It doesn't matter anymore. As long as he can beat Lan Ming and make him cry for his father, he is a good cultivator!"

"Oh! He hit him in the eye! And in the hip bone! Hard girl! Beat him!"

"..."

It's strange that most of the demons are cheering for Zhu Fu. Although they are not familiar with each other and are in different camps, they are strangely standing on a united front at this moment. This may be because they all have the same

Enemy?

Well, it can be seen from this that Lan Ming's reputation among the demon clan is really not very good.

Even the elders of the demon clan rarely commented on Zhu Fu at this moment. Even the gloating in their eyes could not be concealed. On the other hand, the saint Asuluo took another look at Zhu Fu. The female cultivator was young.

Although he is light, his temper is quite fierce. However, he is not annoying.

At this time, Zhu Fu and Lan Ming were already fighting hard, and they had countless scars on their bodies. Because they were using their bare hands, these wounds would not bleed for a while, but they were just a large area of ​​blue and purple. Look.

It looks a bit scary. Moreover, in a close combat at this distance between the two of them, no one has time to take pills and can only rely on their own self-healing ability. Therefore, the speed is slower. Compared with other monks around them, the two of them look...

It's the worst when you get up.

Yu Duanruo, who had been left behind by Lan Ming, saw him having a hearty fight with the little girl he didn't like, and a chill flashed through his eyes, and then he rushed here coldly.

But after the battle with Lan Ming just now, how could the monks of Lingyun Sect dare to let Yu Duanruo go out? Therefore, they stopped Yu Duanruo back without leaving any trace.

How could Yu Duanruo not see it? So she became even more angry, but there was nothing she could do. She could only look at the luck of the casual cultivators over there through the crowds of people.

Lingxu, who only dared to come up to her after seeing her come back, stood beside Yu Duanruo nervously, fearing that she would go out again. From Lingxu's point of view, isn't it good to be surrounded by these Lingyun Sect monks? It's better than

It is much safer to go out by yourself than to fight. Moreover, no one requires Yu Duanruo to go out!

"Uncle Junior, are you okay?"

Yu Duanruo took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes depressedly.

"fine."

For this male cultivator who had a close relationship with his mother, Yu Duanruo still had a little more patience than others. It was just that she was not in a good mood at the moment, so she didn't have a good face. She just answered and refused.

He spoke again.

Lingxu had no choice but to follow Yu Duanruo closely, for fear that she would do something stupid again.

In this way, the final battle lasted for two full days and two nights. It sounds like a long time, but for monks who occasionally spend dozens or hundreds of years in seclusion, it is nothing at all. The higher the cultivation level of the monks,

If they are evenly matched, the battle will take longer. This is because it will not only test each other's cultivation and spiritual power, but also experience, patience and all accumulation.

These two days and two nights are relatively short.

However, the young monks who are still fighting can persist, but the higher-ups of the immortal and demonic monks outside can't wait any longer. Seeing that this battle has lasted for such a long time, the puddle under the high platform looks like something.

It's like nothing happened, not even a blister. Then the dragon species wouldn't have left long ago, right?

This battlefield of immortals and demons is so vast that even the Supreme Elder of Lingyun Sect is not sure that he knows all the places. Otherwise, the evil dragon would not have appeared before and almost wiped out a large number of young monks.

Therefore, at noon on the third day, Zhu Fu and others, who were still immersed in the battle, heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"Everyone, please stop."

Then everyone felt as if they were being gently pressed down by something, unable to move.

Zhu Fu noticed the strange behavior of the monks in the distance, and took advantage of Lan Ming's back to the monks before he saw it. He seized the last opportunity and punched Lan Ming's chin, causing him to lean back hard.

, two teeth spurted out along with the blood.

Then the two of them were held down by the Immortal Power, unable to move. As for the Immortal Power who held down Zhu Fu, he glanced at Lan Ming's miserable state, and then at the little girl who still had unfinished thoughts. After a moment of silence, he decided to

Saw nothing.

In this way, everyone maintained this ridiculous posture for a long time, until the powerful ones felt that these children had completely calmed down, and then they untied their restraints. Of course, at this time, the two monks of the immortal and demon paths had been separated.

This is to avoid the possibility of another fight after the battle is over.

Zhu Fu didn't have any objections to this treatment. After all, she had taken advantage. Lan Ming spat out a few teeth, but he didn't feel aggrieved. Instead, he had a satisfied expression on his face because he had completely stretched his muscles and bones.

.

It's just that he can't see what his colorful face mixed with blood and a satisfied smile looks like at this time. Anyway, the surrounding demons are disgusted and stay away from Lan Ming.

But Lan Ming didn't care about this. He just glanced at Zhu Fu and shouted.

"That little girl, what's your name?! Let's keep in touch in the future! When you advance, let's have another fight?"

Meeting an opponent who suited his taste, Lan Ming felt that one fight was not enough, and he had to suppress his cultivation all the time. Although he was having fun, he still felt vaguely unsatisfied.

Lan Ming has no moral values ​​or shame. As long as it suits his taste, he doesn't care whether the other party is a demon or not. In short, it is an invitation.

Zhu Fu ignored him, but the head of the Lingyun Sect who was about to speak was choked by Lan Ming. He paused for a moment and glanced at Lan Ming again and again. However, Lan Ming's attention was all on Zhu Fu at this time.

It was a pity for Lingyun Sect's leader that he could not meet that soulful look.

(End of chapter)