World of Cultivation

The second hundred and nine sections of Ma Fan

"Where are we?" Yu Yucheng curiously put his head out of the boat and sneaked on the bottom of the water for more than three months. The three were flustered.

"The hills." Zuo Mo is somewhat uncertain, they have never been to the hills, and they have not paid attention to the information of the hills.

The fresh air made the three people suddenly feel refreshed. They all put their heads out of the cabin and greedily breathed.

On both sides of the river, there are continuous peaks.

But soon, the three men closed their mouths and they looked at the mountains on both sides.

There are scorched earth and broken trees and broken trees everywhere. From time to time, you can see dead bodies and pieces of clothes. The lush green hills are now full of sky.

"Not so bad..." Yu Yucheng’s voice is like a sleepwalking.

The first grandson of the grandson was reacting. His face was not very good. The low head was saying to himself: "The war has begun."

Zuo Mo just looked at it and didn't know what to say. This band should have experienced fierce battles. Think of the demon army over the Araki reef. Do not know if you don’t guess, who did this? I can’t help but feel a little bit in my heart. If I can’t escape, I’m afraid I’ll end up like this.

"Let's be careful, this road is only afraid of being unsafe."

Zuo Mo and Gongsun looked at each other and found the fear in each other's eyes.

The jujube nuclear ship flies up into the sky and the wind moves.

“Where are we going?” Gongsun asked a very practical question.

"You can only take one step at a time." Zuo Mo faceless, but his voice is full of helplessness: "We are not familiar with the hills. First find someone to ask, where is the other rivers in the hills?"

"Is there anyone in the hills?"

This sentence of Gongsun’s difference made Zuo Mo breathe involuntarily. He turned his face and saw a facial expression of the gloomy face of the grandson. I didn’t know why, and a chill came out.

His first reaction was that he would never be able to bully Gongsun’s younger brother.

This product is absolutely ruthless.

However, Zuo Mo is obviously not a good one: "Then our days will come to an end, waiting for others to come back and clean up."

The grandson smiled and didn't talk. He held his chin and didn't know what he was thinking.

Fortunately, however, they were not mentioned by the grandson. On the third day, they met a living repairer. But seeing the scene of the melee, Zuo Mo had no choice but to say: "Let's wait." Jujube nuclear ship shrunk in the clouds, secretly peeking below the fierce battle.

The two groups of cultivators are fighting, and the magic weapon flying swords are flying around the sky.

Most of the repairs of this group are in the veining period, and only a few are built. When Yu Cheng only looked at it for a while, he turned his head and thought about the problem of raising. He was not interested in playing and killing. Zuo Mo and Gongsun are boring and yawning.

"Will you stop playing the game?" Gongsun asked.

Zuo Mo glanced and shook his head: "Forget it, do business first."

The current grandson is already the most powerful of them.

Over the past three months, this militant has progressed at an alarming rate and has become more and more eager in command. There are countless beasts on the way, and the three Jin Jiawei are in his hands, which is simply called the devil. Of course, Zuo Mo has a lot of pockets.

I have seen a powerful demon army, and I have seen the powerful underwater spirits represented by the moon-shaped water-stained beasts, especially the gorgeous performances of the three Jin Jiaweis under the guidance of Gongsun’s young masters. The fire in front of them really makes them unable to raise their interest.

After thinking about it, Zuo Mo also decided not to wait any longer: "Let them stop."

"Okay." The grandson’s difference is obviously not a little bit of a spirit for this level of mobility. The two seem to completely forget that one of them is a vein, one is still building a foundation, and the vast majority of the two groups below are condensed.

Yan Jian’s three Jin Jiawei, who stood behind the Gongsun’s poor body, disappeared.

Ma Fan carefully kept the distance from the other side, between fifty feet and one hundred feet, is his best attack range. In this distance, his sword can exert its maximum power.

Compared with the vast majority of the repairers, he was lucky, and by chance, he got a broken sword. This sword has no name, and the content is missing a lot, but this is a broken sword, let him live to the present.

It’s really troublesome!

He carefully controlled the rhythm, and the corners of his eyes smashed the situation of his companions from time to time. Fortunately, the situation of this group of people is not too bad, his heart is slightly loose. Before that, he had been alone, until the last time the demon army crossed the border and witnessed the battle without suspense, he realized that it was impossible for a person to survive in this troubled world.

He joined the small team at the moment. This is the first time he has joined the team. He did not remember that the demon army had left, and the order of the hills had collapsed and it was a mess.

Suddenly, he saw three golden lights in his eyes!

There are ambush! He was in a state of sorrow. He did not hesitate to turn around and ran. He saw that he was stepping on his feet, and the whole person was shrouded in a pile of illusory illusions.

The illusion of life!

The opponent who was sixty feet away from him suddenly lost his opponent, and his face was stunned and he could not figure out the situation.

Three golden lights, like three sharp arrows, plunged into the crowds who were in the midst of a melee.

Hey!

The intensive hitting sound is like a rain hitting a banana, falling in the whisper of the Umbrella, and his scalp numb.

This is troublesome!

He is still quite confident about his speed. Although his swordsmanship is incomplete, the most powerful ones are the phantom body and the three-sword sword. The phantom body has saved him several times. He was fortunate in his heart, fortunately, he left his spare capacity, otherwise he will be planted here today.

In the midst of it, the sound of the rain in the ear is abrupt.

A strong sense of danger floated from his heart, not good!

Nourish!

A golden figure appeared in front of him out of thin air, so fast that he could hardly see even the face of this person.

Trouble!

He folded his foot and wanted to escape in the other direction.

Nourish!

There was another golden figure in front of him.

hemp……

There was a sigh of relief behind me!

"I surrender!" He raised his hands very simply.

However, the other party apparently ignored him. He had a pain in his neck, and his eyes were black and fainted.

When he opened his eyes again, his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and he was not dead. But when he completely opened his eyes, the heart that had just been put down suddenly lifted up - Jinren!

He faintly recalled what happened before the coma.

This is really troublesome!

At this time, he only saw what the golden man looked like. The whole body was covered with gold scales, and under the sun, the fine scales shone with layers of golden light, like golden waves. The eyes of the golden scales are indifferent, and Ma Fan does not hesitate. If he dares to make a slight change, the Golden Scale will definitely cut his head with a sword of exaggerated fiery red sword.

Wait, my God!

His pupil suddenly had a short out of focus.

Exaggerated flaming swords and flames linger, the golden scales are handcuffed on the ground, and the soil around the tip of the sword is slightly black. Four products! This is a big sword!

Ma Fan has been alone for so long, and he has a good understanding of the market. How to identify the magic weapon is also a set.

This is a great sword. This is not a place that surprises him. Even if they add a gold scale that they are terrible in protection, he will not be surprised.

What surprised him was three people...

It is no wonder that people will catch up with themselves, claiming to be the streamer of the sleek light wing, one of the most famous four-product flying magic weapons that can be bought on the market. There have been countless times, it has been in his dreams. The turbulent wing and his phantom body, hey, he is confident that he can escape from any of the repairers below Jin Dan!

His eyes glared over the hands of the golden scales on the hilt, and a light blue glove embroidered with a small elephant, Vientiane gloves! The favorite of the cultivator, with it, you can also tear the tiger leopard with bare hands. He thought for a while, and his ear rang out the intensive rain crit from the coma.

The guy wearing the Vientiane gloves is arrogant...

He is awkward and wakes up.

But when he glanced through the cold, non-feeling snake on the belt of the Golden Scales, he couldn't help but tighten again!

Snake belt!

......

His eyes unconsciously fell on the feet closest to him, and some of the delicate boots and the golden gold scales were somewhat weird. However, when Ma Fan’s gaze fell on the small sword on the upper and the Big Dipper around it, there was only one thought in his mind.

- This is troublesome!

"Don't look around, sit up."

A sound that sounded very young came from behind him, and he quickly sat down with a bone.

He saw an expressionless face. It’s really expressionless, the whole face is like a zombie, he has never seen such a weird face. The thin figure, plus this face, like a zombie. However, this "zombie" is full of expensive magic weapons, and Ma Fan suddenly wakes up. He has heard that many seniors have all kinds of quirks and hobbies.

It was the young nun who was sitting next to the "zombie", who was beautiful and handsome, with a smile on his face and a look of affinity.

"What is your name?" The zombie opened.

"Ma Fan."

"trouble?"

Ma Fan, who had long expected the reaction of the other party, quickly explained: "The sesame is numb, the mortal."

"Oh." The zombie paused a little: "Why are you fighting?"

Zuo Mo pretending to be a deep.

"Returning to the predecessors, they want to grab our Ling Valley." Ma Fan did not dare to hide.

"Linggu?" Zuo Mo was very surprised. He relied on planting Linggu to feed his family for several years, but he never heard of it. Who would have a conflict for Linggu.

"Yes." Ma Fan was keenly aware of the disbelief in Zuo Mo's tone. He quickly explained: "The predecessors didn't know. Since the demon army crossed the border, I don't know why. The aura of this world is getting thinner. Not only is it difficult to practice, but I am afraid. After a while, the realm is very likely to retreat."

Zuo Mo was busy running the spiritual power, only to find out that, as Ma Fan said, the surrounding aura is very thin. He has a magic pattern and will spontaneously absorb the aura in the air. He has never found it. The public grandson is addicted to the game of war, and Yu Chengcheng is addicted to it. Jin Jiawei does not need cultivation. The group did not find aura changes.

Left Mo Zhen was shocked.