Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

But the problem is, the strength of the few left outside the cave has not yet broken through the Fengfu barrier...

What should I do, go back?
But the disciples of the Sun Moon Demon Nest are already suffering.

After thinking about it, Ye Fan kept walking.

Seeing the strength of the miners, people outside naturally dare not act rashly. In comparison, it is more appropriate to save the people inside first.

With this in mind, Ye Fan's movements were extremely fast.

In a blink of an eye, they came to the hut deep in the mine.

"Hehehe~ I thought there was nothing lucrative about the search for prisoners of war, but I didn't expect these Sun Moon Demon Nest to have so much trouble on their bodies! Look at this guy with big pockets, he's not at the same level as us."

"If it weren't for too much oil and water, how could it be divided up to now? It took more than ten days to search and classify, and it finally came to us."

"You don't understand this. A good hunter must count the harvest, shoulder meat, thigh meat, ribs, internal organs, all of which are clearly scored, in order to maximize the benefits."

"Hey, showing off here again, how amazing is your knowledge? You and I are assigned to this girl, don't you have to look like me at night?"

"Tsk tsk, rough man."

……

Ye Fan has heard many such remarks.

In the several huts deep in the mine, the loot is sorted and managed.

Money, women, treasures, exercises...

Needless to say, the remarks of the disciples of Fuhutan have some truths. It is indeed like a hunter dismembering his prey, sorting them into different categories, and maximizing their benefits.

But this painstaking practice for many years still failed to find a disciple of the Taoist companion, so he came up with the idea of ​​a female prisoner of war.

"This Sun Moon Devil's Nest is indeed a devil's gate, and its appearance is first-class. Look at this delicate face. You must taste it tonight."

"woooo~"

The prisoner of war seemed to be gagged, and could only resist silently. Her voice was crying, and there was nothing to love.

However, it is the basic common sense of a businessman to prevent slaves from biting their tongues and committing suicide.

Her future will not be bright.

"Fuhu altar."

Ye Fan secretly wrote down these three words in his heart.

One of the three leaders of the Righteous Path, he is as famous as the Lotus Sect.

But these activities done in secret, where is there any trace of righteousness?
Apart from anything else, Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of the two Fuhu altar disciples.

"Who?" The two Fuhu altar disciples were shocked, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, they sacrificed their spiritual weapons one after another.

The cultivation of the two disciples is not weak, and they both reached the middle stage of Xuanji. Obviously, they are elite disciples who are more advanced than outside miners.

Each of them holds a subduing pestle in one hand, and the pestle is surrounded by a road.

A Buddha bead on a wrist shines brightly, the spiritual weapon is condensed as if it is real, and the treasure is solemn.

If he hadn't seen their faces in private, Ye Fan would have thought that they were eminent monks with successful cultivation.

In front of him, the man holding the magic pestle in his hand was cursing: "Damn it, this man is full of spiritual energy, a mortal, how did he get in?"

Another disciple said: "Is it better to be a mortal? Who cares if you kill a mortal?"

The two looked at each other and shot together.

Maybe in their world, that's how it should be.

The strong dominate the weak.

Depriving the life of a weak person seems to be justified.

Ye Fan shook his head slowly: "If it was in the past, I would have lamented the world's weak meat and strong food, but the more I experience, the more I understand a truth - if you come out to mess around, you will have to pay back sooner or later. Every mountain is as high as it is, and many acts of injustice , sooner or later it will eat back at me.”

"Hahaha!~"

"Is this person talking about Buddhism to us?"

"I'm afraid I'm not a fool!"

The precious pestle and Buddhist beads fell together, engulfed by a huge force.

He really deserves to be an elite disciple of Fuhu Tan. If this blow falls, there are very few strong people in the same realm who can match him.

However, Ye Fan's current cultivation base.

ummm
To be honest, he really didn't feel it.

After practicing for five days, entering Xuanming, he actually directly crossed a large realm and a small realm, broke through the Xuanji barrier, and reached the middle of Fengfu!
Just in time, take this opportunity to practice your hands.

Take a look at your own cultivation base and what level it has been promoted to.

Ye Fan stood there, motionless.

As a mid-term Fengfu strongman, he should be able to resist the combined attack of two Xuanji mid-stage monks.

"when!"

With that in mind, a loud bang exploded above his head.

The golden light is dazzling.

But Ye Fan didn't feel any pain.

Tai Chi profound energy circulates in the body, protecting his body all the time.

"It seems that my cultivation has indeed improved!"

Ye Fan muttered to himself, because his original Tai Chi power advocated continuous elimination and fighting, and when it is strong, it will be strong, but now it is working, and he can clearly feel the change of Tai Chi.

Quantitative change, transformed into qualitative change!

Just like an old tree is rooted, day after day it takes root, and what it brings is deep roots.

The power of softness, continuous accumulation, can also be unrivaled in strength!

Therefore, the two spiritual weapons smashed on Ye Fan's head not only did not have any effect, but were reversed by Ye Fan's protective energy!
"Clap~"

The two spiritual weapons shattered.

Even the aura and the Dao were torn apart, completely broken.

"In the end what happened?"

"I must be dreaming, a mortal with no aura, almost smashed my spiritual weapon with his head??"

"Don't guess, I didn't wake up at all."

In front of them, the two disciples of the Fuhu Temple exchanged glances, then turned and walked towards the beauty of the Sun Moon Demon Cave who was bound by five flowers.

"Actually, I've been wondering for a long time, if it wasn't for the dream, how could there be such a juicy girl waiting for me."

"I should have thought of it a long time ago. If it wasn't in my dream, how could I share a woman with you?"

"It's a dream anyway, wouldn't it be a good time to play something new?"

"That makes sense."

As they spoke, the two began to untie their belts, while the girl rolled her eyes and fainted from fright.

……

"Who is so bold?! Dare to break into the territory of Fuhutan!"

Of course, there are not only two disciples in the mine.

In order to compete for this mine, they have gathered countless elite disciples.

Ye Fan even saw two strong players who were at the peak of Xuanji's late stage!
For a sect, there are only a handful of strong people who have entered the Xuanji realm, but now, not only a bunch of them have appeared, but two of them have reached the peak of Xuanji's late stage!
"It seems that in order to compete for this piece of mineral deposits, Fuhutan spent all its money."

"Damn it, dreaming of sharing a beautiful woman with another man is already extremely absurd, why dream of the first one?" The disciple who used the demon-subduing pestle stared wide-eyed.

"It doesn't matter, there is always someone who comes first, even if he is the first, he has to be behind us."

Those two disciples thought they were dreaming.

It turned out to be the first seat, no wonder the strength is so superior.

Ye Fan finally knew.

"You two bastards!" The visitor also had a shiny forehead and strong muscles, but had an exaggerated beard hanging down to his chest.

He slapped the faces of the two disciples twice, and his long beard swayed with the movements.

Unexpectedly, the two disciples were furious: "You bastard! In the dream, can you still bully me?"