After the demon king failed to beg for death

Qin Guanshi never expected to see Luo Xuan seriously in the warehouse.

He looked around with some guilt, and found that no one was passing by. He turned his face, and his eyes were almost glued to Fu Ling's body.

Compared with more than two months ago, the person in front of him is even more irresistible.

"Luo Xuan, why are you here? If the guards find out, you'll be overwhelmed."

Guanshi Qin approached, seeing the cold and beautiful man in white clothes fluttering in front of him, his mind was even more turbulent.

"Come with me quickly, and I will take you away."

As Guanshi Qin said, with a malicious look in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to pull Fu Ling.

Fu Ling looked at the salty pig's hand that was approaching gradually, his eyes were full of disgust, and he waved his sleeves without thinking.

In Fu Ling's own opinion, the foundation building period is just a threshold for self-cultivation, but for most ordinary self-cultivators, this is already a natural barrier.

Being able to achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Refining is something that makes people happy.

The Qin Guanshi in front of him happened to be at the stage of Qi Refining Great Consummation and was about to build a foundation, but Fu Ling's light slap directly slapped him away.

The fat and heavy body hit the wall with a bang.

After all, Guanshi Qin's cultivation base is not bad, but it didn't cause any harm, but his lungs ached.

He got up from the ground, pointed at Fu Ling angrily and asked, "What do you mean?"

Fu Ling didn't even bother to give him a look.

Qin Guanshi was surprised at Fu Ling's current cultivation level. He had already attained the Great Consummation of Qi Refining, and if he wanted to blow him away so easily, at least his cultivation level was above Foundation Establishment.

However, this person was obviously a disciple of the outside sect with miscellaneous spirit roots before, why did he become so powerful all of a sudden.

Will he go down some crooked ways?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the case, otherwise how can a miscellaneous spirit root be so powerful in less than three months.

Recalling the scene of this man trying to seduce him at the beginning, Guanshi Qin felt that he couldn't just let him go.

"You probably forgot how you begged me in the first place? Why did you turn your face and deny people? What kind of heretics did you practice?"

Only then did Fu Ling turn around and face the middle-aged man in front of him.

It happened that a disciple passed by and saw Guanshi Qin in his hand, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Guan Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Manager Qin?

Fu Ling felt that he seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but it was not an important role.

Manager Qin naturally didn't dare to confess his ulterior motives. Instead, he pointed at Fu Ling and said angrily, "This disciple from the outer sect trespassed into the warehouse for some reason and injured me for no reason. I remember that he was just an old man three months ago. Mortals with miscellaneous spiritual roots."

As he spoke, Steward Qin couldn't help but coughed twice while clutching his chest.

Then he went on to say: "I don't know... I don't know what kind of evil and heretics I practiced, and my cultivation is so powerful in such a short period of time."

That disciple didn't know Fu Ling, but he did know Guanshi Qin. He looked like he was a prestigious inner sect disciple, but he didn't know which hill he was from.

He helped Steward Qin stand up, didn't ask anything, and first scolded: "Come here, surround me with this person who trespassed in the warehouse, and send it to Master Qiu, let him decide."

Fu Ling has always been worried about the IQ of the disciples of the Xuantian Sect, and now it seems that it is not unreasonable.

As soon as that disciple yelled, a group of disciples ran out from somewhere in front of the deserted warehouse, holding swords and looking stern, and immediately surrounded Fu Ling in a circle, and everyone was ready to fight.

Like he was some kind of heinous criminal.

Faced with such a scene, Fu Ling was not afraid, but finally remembered what Guanshi Qin was.

When he was reborn after taking over the house, someone seemed to have mentioned the name of this steward Qin, and said that he was selected by the inner sect, all because of his connections and through the back door, thanks to the blessing of this steward Qin.

The scar on his head was also hit by Guanshi Qin's wife.

Thinking about it this way, it can be regarded as a source.

Then this hit is not wronged!

"Go by yourself, don't let us do it."

The disciple who supported Qin steward spoke with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he was quite humane.

Fu Ling sneered, looked at the disciples of the Xuantian Sect who were besieging the city, and said casually: "Are you coming one by one, or together?"

After speaking, he seemed to think for a while: "Let's go together, I'm very busy and don't have time to play with you."

Guanshi Qin couldn't believe his ears. The young man who looked cowardly and submissive back then could be so arrogant.

Now he was even more certain that Fu Ling must have practiced some kind of sorcery, so he was confident.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, take him down first, send him to Qingshan Peak, and wait for Master Qiu to deal with him."

That inner sect disciple probably has quite a reputation in Xuantianzong, and has always been respected by others, but has never been underestimated. Seeing that Fu Ling is so rampant, he immediately became angry.

With an order, seven or eight disciples rushed forward, confidently preparing to take down Fu Ling.

In Fu Ling's eyes, these movements are as slow as possible.

He casually twisted his neck and rubbed his wrists, recalling the days of beating people before, he was still a little excited.

The crowd swarmed up, Fu Ling tapped his toes and turned around, even if he didn't have a sword in his hand, it was like playing with these disciples.

First of all, this group of disciples are all about the same level of cultivation as him, and furthermore, in terms of experience in group fights, Fu Linglun is second. I am afraid that no one in this cultivation world would dare to admit that he is number one. He is really experienced.

The young man in white walked lightly among several disciples, without even touching a corner of his clothes, but when he walked, he would accidentally kick someone else's butt, or accidentally punch someone face.

After being so careless for a few times, all the disciples who came to arrest him had their colors on their faces.

The scene was ridiculous for a while.

Qin Guanshi's eyes widened, he was horrified, he really couldn't figure out how the miscellaneous spirit root could be so powerful.

Is the evil way so powerful?

He was still staring at the side, but the inner disciple couldn't stand it anymore, summoned his own saber, and rushed forward.

This disciple is in the bigu period, a level higher than Fu Ling.

A difference in realm means a gap in strength.

As soon as the coercion of the bigu period came out, the expressions of the surrounding disciples changed, and they retreated quickly, leaving Fu Ling alone.

"Stop it now, we can talk about everything, otherwise the sword will have no eyes later, don't blame senior brother for not being sympathetic."

"With Senior Brother Sun here, he will definitely be able to take this person down."

"Senior brother Sun is at the bigu stage, and it is said that he will reach the bigu stage soon, which is really amazing."

"I think it's better for him to surrender as soon as possible."

Fu Ling looked at the head-on, and before he could do it, he used his spiritual sense to suppress him, but he said he was negotiable Senior Brother Sun, he really blushed for this person.

He spread his hand, and a soft silver sword quietly fell into his palm.

"Crap."

As soon as the words fell, the silver soft sword stabbed towards Senior Brother Sun at an incredible speed.

Hit as soon as you hit, insist on talking so much nonsense, these righteous people are really hypocritical, don't you know that since ancient times, people who have died have talked a lot.

Seeing that Fu Ling was so stubborn, Senior Brother Sun showed no mercy.

It was only after he actually attacked that he realized why seven or eight disciples failed to take down Fu Ling.

Because he, a monk in the bigu period, felt the pressure under the hands of a mere disciple who had just established the foundation.

That kind of pressure can't be described in words, but it really exists.

Whether it's a sword move or a technique, it can be easily dispelled by the opponent, and there is no flaw at all.

But in fact, Fu Ling was not as relaxed as the other party thought. He has just established a foundation, and he can handle his peers with ease.

But leapfrogging challenges is not an easy task.

This is also thanks to the fact that he was abused under the hands of the ancestor Youming a few days ago, and he has rich combat experience, so he created a false impression that he is particularly powerful.

When monks fight, it's fine for ordinary people to use their fists and feet.

Surrounded by spells, the field in front of the warehouse has been separated and turned into a training ground for two people.

Many disciples who heard about it even rushed over to watch the excitement.

The foundation-building period versus the bigu period is really a curious thing.

Although Fu Ling was under some pressure, he became more and more courageous as he fought, and he didn't mean to back down in the slightest.

But Senior Brother Sun became more and more frightened as he fought more and more. A mere Foundation Establishment had fought him for so long, and he had no intention of being defeated at all.

If the fight continues like this, he will lose all his face, how can he hang around in Xuantianzong in the future.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, threw his saber into the air, bit his finger, and drew a spell in the air.

When Fu Ling saw that gesture, he knew what it was.

This guy couldn't face it head-on, and he actually wanted to use the lightning-inducing talisman to deal with him.

The damage caused by the low-level lightning-inducing talisman is nothing, but the lightning-inducing talisman drawn by this person is a high-level lightning-inducing talisman, the kind that will kill you if you don't chop it well.

It's just a martial arts competition, but you have to risk your life.

The means of this righteous person is not much better than their demon way.

"The lightning-inducing talisman turned out to be a lightning-inducing talisman!"

"Senior Brother Sun is not being too ruthless. Maybe someone will die. Go and report to Master Mingqiu and let him decide."

Fu Ling sneered, he had experienced too many thunder disasters in his previous life, and he was afraid that this one would be too small to attract thunder.

The lightning-inducing talisman is a method of borrowing a charm to induce lightning strikes between heaven and earth. It is fast and effective.

There were bursts of thunder, clouds surged, the sky darkened, and purple lightning struck down instantly with the momentum of thunder.

Fu Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and he had already pinched the Yinling Jue in his hand.

Just when he was thinking of fighting the thunder alone, a white figure blocked in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The white sleeves waved and received the lightning, and the huge coercion covered the entire mountain in an instant. In an instant, everyone felt the suppression that was difficult to resist.

The tall body of Patriarch Youming just stood in front of Fu Ling.

There was ice in his eyes, his face was more terrifying than before, and his emotionless and trembling voice spread across the entire mountain in an instant.

"Who dares to touch the disciples of this seat."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

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