Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Murong Chui, who was wearing luxurious military clothes, looked at Lin Fan's movements. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, his eyes full of contempt.

In his opinion, Lin Fan was just a beginner who had only learned a little bit about the Qingyun Sect.

"Brother, watch the kid next to you and stop running away. I'm going to cut this kid into pieces!" Murong Chui ordered Murong Gong with a sinister smile on his lips.

Murong Gong nodded, staring gloomily at the young man next to him who was trying to escape.

Murong Chui's heart moved, and his movements were as fast as lightning. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he appeared next to Lin Fan.

His movements were smooth and fast, like a tiger descending a mountain, giving people a sense of oppression.

Lin Fan faced this sudden attack and did not panic.

He may not be good at other moves, but he has mastered the Fuhu Fist.

He used Fuhu Fist one after another, and each punch contained powerful strength and firm will.

Murong Chui originally thought that he could easily defeat Lin Fan with three moves and two moves using his martial arts.

However, when Lin Fan unfolded his Fuhu Fist, he suddenly discovered that the situation was not as simple as he imagined.

The battle between Lin Fan and Murong Chui became increasingly fierce.

Each of Lin Fan's punches hit Murong Chui's attack line accurately, forcing the latter to concentrate on defense.

In this tense confrontation, Lin Fan's eyes revealed a calmness and determination.

Lin Fan's punches contained a faint trace of true energy. This power made his punches not only powerful, but also penetrating.

When the fist wind swept over Murong Chui's body, the opponent felt a faint pain.

This made Murong Chui wonder: Is this Lin Fan really just at the peak of Qi refining?

In the early stages of the battle, Lin Fan still maintained a cautious attitude, but as the battle progressed, he gradually let go of his hands and feet, and fought Murong Chui back and forth, regardless of superiority or inferiority.

Murong Chui's expression gradually changed from contempt to seriousness. He did not expect that Lin Fan could bring him such a big challenge.

Next to him, Murong Gong watched the battle with his brows furrowed, not knowing why.

He shouted loudly to Murong Chui: "Second brother, don't hold back your fourth level of foundation establishment, don't delay our important event!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the silent valley.

When Lin Fan heard this, his heart moved. It turns out that the opponent has already reached the fourth floor of foundation building.

This was brand new information to him.

He was shocked, but quickly regained his composure. Facing a more powerful opponent, his fighting spirit became even higher.

"Fourth level of foundation building, nothing more than that!" Lin Fan sneered, a hint of provocation flashed in his eyes.

His punches became more violent, and each punch seemed to tear the air.

His figure looked particularly resolute in the sunset, as if he were an unshakable mountain.

Murong Chui felt the changes in Lin Fan, and an unknown fear emerged in his heart.

Murong Chui's voice echoed in the silent valley, full of confidence and contempt: "But that's it, then I will let you see the true strength of the foundation-building realm!"

After saying this, Murong Chui suddenly made a feint, his movements were quick and strange.

He took out a broad knife with a cold light from his back.

This knife shone with light, flowing with golden lines, and exuded a cold aura.

"This knife is called the Cuojin Knife, a low-level magic weapon. If you touch it, you will die. Boy, if you want to die a complete death, I advise you to kill yourself!" Murong Chui held the big knife and his words were full of arrogance. and disdain.

However, Lin Fan seemed unusually calm in the face of such a threat.

He was not surprised, but felt a trace of contempt in his heart. "Are low-level magic weapons awesome?"

Lin Fan's voice was calm, as if he was discussing an insignificant matter.

He thought of the golden python skin he was wearing, a treasure that could perfectly defend against attacks from low-level magic weapons.

In Lin Fan's heart, the golden sword in Murong Chui's hand was not something to be afraid of.

Seeing Murong Chui's exaggerated expression and tone, Lin Fan suddenly felt that this opponent was a little ridiculous.

In his opinion, a truly strong man never needs to rely on external things, but relies on his own strength and courage.

Lin Fan's calmness made Murong Chui feel a little confused.

He wondered why Lin Fan was so calm. Did this young man really have any hidden agenda?

Murong Chui held the golden knife tightly, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He decided to use all his strength to defeat Lin Fan in an instant and prove his strength at the fourth level of foundation building.

Then, Murong Chui suddenly launched an attack. With the sound of the sword piercing the air, it drew out dazzling golden rays of light and slashed towards Lin Fan.

Each sword contained a powerful force that seemed to tear the air apart.

Ximen Zhi has a serious face and deep eyes, as if he can see through people's hearts.

He couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw that Lin Fan didn't pay much attention to the golden knife in Murong Chui's hand.

In this world full of dangers and mysteries, any low-level magic weapon may hide fatal attack attributes.

Ximen Zhi couldn't help but remind Lin Fan: "Brother, be careful. Low-level magic weapons usually have other attack attributes!"

Lin Fan nodded slightly with a calm expression, showing his full preparation for the upcoming battle and his trust in Ximen Zhi.

Murong Gong next to him seemed a little confused about the scene in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts.

He thought to himself: "With my second brother's strength, he can definitely deal with a monk at the peak of Qi refining in three moves and two moves. Why did he even use the Wrong Golden Sword?"

Murong Chui held the golden sword in his hand, his eyes were firm and his figure was agile.

His sword skills are swift and ruthless, each strike is as fast as lightning and extremely sharp.

Although his boxing skills are also quite good, in comparison, his sword skills are even more superb.

The battle broke out again, and Lin Fan felt that Murong Chui's strength seemed to have doubled compared to before.

The golden sword in Murong Chui's hand was even more powerful. Each sword hit Lin Fan's vitals accurately, as if it had surpassed the scope of ordinary weapons.

There is a strong wind at the blade, like an unstoppable force. It can actually draw terrifying cracks in the air, as if it wants to cut the heaven and earth apart.

The sword flashed, the wind roared, and every attack was frightening.

Ximen Zhi and Murong Gong both stared at the battlefield nervously, and their breathing became rapid involuntarily.

In this tense atmosphere, the battle between Lin Fan and Murong Chui became more intense.

Every fight was accompanied by thunderous explosions and deafening air waves.

Lin Fan was wearing armor made of golden python skin. This armor was not only extremely luxurious, but also extremely strong and could withstand all kinds of sharp attacks.

If not for this, Lin Fan might have been seriously injured when faced with Murong Chui's sharp sword skills.