Lin Fan watched. Ren zhanbing and Gu Shu flew past before his eyes. He didn''t stop them. The main reason is that he didn''t see the soldiers.


    He likes heavy halberds, but not here. He is not interested in those ancient books. Lin fan understands this truth; He had too many martial arts and skills in his mind. He almost recorded all the incomplete martial arts of Yiyuan Holy Land in the soul.


    As a result, he has no specialized martial arts skills at all. This is a hard injury. When he kills with others, he will think about what martial arts to use to kill the enemy, sometimes delaying the fighter.


    And snow beauty once told him that if he continued like this, if he met an evil spirit with similar combat power, maybe a trance thinking could kill him, so he no longer wanted more, but needed to settle down and study one or two martial arts.


    Gu Shu and the soldiers were shooting like meteors, shooting around with a strong wind and dragging a long tail.


    All the people are greedy to watch. Their noses are heavy. They fight all the way. Where does it come from?


    It''s just a chance!


    Here, there are both ancient books and war soldiers. This is opportunity!


    "Rob!"


    A Ningyuan scattered repair was the first to start, spread out his big hand, covered his palm with soul power, moved and chased an ancient book.


    Finally, he took the ancient book, and after a little exploration, he looked up to the sky and roared: "the seven grade skill of Xuan level calms the prison! With this skill, I have devoted myself to cultivating it for 20 years and can dominate the party!"


    He roared. He is a casual practitioner. Limited by resources, he has no good future at all, but now with this skill, everything is different and the future can be expected.


    "Die!"


    Suddenly, someone was in trouble. It was a practitioner standing next to him. He took advantage of this casual practice and burst into trouble. The big mace directly exploded the casual practice''s head, and the white brain stained his face!


    The skill of the seven grades of the Xuan level changed its master!


    Lin Fan looked on coldly. In fact, if he didn''t know that he couldn''t get in alone in the next level, he wanted to go now.


    Wuqingcheng and others didn''t move. These so-called opportunities are useless to them. They all come from big forces. These things can''t get into their eyes.


    However, scattered cultivation is different. They are trying their best to fight and rob. Some people win the war soldiers or ancient books, but they are killed as soon as they get them. Of course, some strong people quit directly after seizing the treasure. They look at everyone and look down on everyone. No one dares to move rashly.


    Qinglin and others who have enemies with Lin Fan have been staring at Lin Fan''s every move. They also despise these things, but if Lin Fan dares to rob, they are also willing to destroy them.


    "Eh, this soldier is good. I''m afraid it''s almost five or six products at the Xuan level."


    Lin Fan smiled and looked at qingluan. It was a long sword. It was green and quiet. There were layers of frost around the blade, giving people an extreme cold feeling.


    This long sword should be the best among all the soldiers here.


    Qingluan glanced: "do you need this?"


    Lin Fan shrugged to indicate that he didn''t expect anything, but at the moment when the long sword appeared, he had been in his soul sea for almost half a year. The soldier''s soul without any response seemed to tremble slightly.


    Lin Fan was stunned!


    Did this thing move on its own initiative?


    What a wonderful story.


    At the moment when the soldier''s soul trembled, the long sword that was flying in the opposite direction to Lin Fan suddenly stopped. Then the sword tip turned to Lin Fan and flew to him quickly. As soon as Lin Fan was stunned, he just raised his hand slightly and grabbed the sword in his hand.


    Lin fan can''t laugh or cry. This soldier''s soul really takes an unusual road. It can summon soldiers. It''s a little useful after all.


    Many practitioners who pursued the sword and wanted to hold it in their hands looked unwilling when they saw that the sword fell into Lin Fan''s hands; But what can they do?


    Compete with Lin fan?


    Finally, they cold hum and choose another target.


    When Lin Fan held the sword in his hand, he felt that the soldier''s soul in the divine soul Sea showed an urgent sense of hunger, as if the sword in his hand was a good meal.


    Before he came to think, he heard a cold reprimand: "hand over the sword or die!"


    Lin Fan''s eyes are cold. He is too familiar with this voice. It belongs to Qinglin!


    This is looking for trouble in good faith. The soldiers of this level don''t even look at him now. Qinglin is about to refine his soul. How can he enter his eyes?


    Obviously, it''s against him!


    "Hehe, you deserve this sword? Hand it over honestly, or don''t blame me for being merciless!" Mo Yao also opened his mouth, with a sneer and ridicule.


    Sure enough, mud legs are mud legs. Even if their status changes, they can''t escape that they are the root of mud legs. Even these garbage soldiers want to rob them. It''s like losing the face of one yuan holy land.


    "Oh, I haven''t found this razor yet. I want it too. So, Lin fan, hand it in immediately!"


    The soul refining strongman of Dayan holy land also opened his mouth with ridicule.


    The soul refining strong man in the remote Holy Land tut Tut''s strange smile, and the irony in his eyes is even stronger: "is this your one yuan son? This kind of soldier feels that he has defiled the pit when he throws it into the pit, and he uses it as a treasure."


    Poop!


    It hurts to have someone hold back a smile.


    It''s only worthy of throwing things in the toilet. Lin fan should be a treasure.


    "If it''s really garbage and waste, it''s a perfect match." someone spoke again.


    "Don''t say anything else, just give you one second to hand over the sword, or you''ll die!"


    Qinglin opens his mouth again. It doesn''t matter if he can''t see the sword, but Lin Fan just can''t have it!


    Lin Fan looked at these mockers coldly. He didn''t hide the killing in his eyes. Was he so targeted at him?


    Those who chase the sword smile in their eyes. What if they can''t get it?


    You Lin Fan got it, so what?


    Can you keep it?


    Mo Yao sneered: "do you want to force me to wait?"


    Lin Fan glanced at him: "if I find a chance, I''ll knock off your teeth. You have bad breath and have to be cured."


    "Boom!"


    The sonic boom goes out. Moyao is coming to kill Lin fan.


    Lin Fan sneered. He threw out his sword, which was like a dragon and shot away.


    At the same time, the soul refining strong man of Jiuhuang reluctantly took a step in front of Lin Fan and said, "forget it if you get the war sword and ask him to open the way."


    He really couldn''t understand why his princess would protect Lin fan.


    But the princess has a life. What can he do?


    The cold light in Mo''s dazzling eyes was almost condensed into essence. He felt that the front teeth were leaking. It was pulled out by Lin fan. He pointed to Lin Fan: "when you have no use value, you will die."


    "I''ll wait!"


    Lin Fan responded.


    In fact, he wanted to say, if at a certain moment, who will live and who will die?