Everyone laughed.


    Lin Fan really ate the bear heart and leopard courage. If it weren''t for the maintenance of Jiuhuang, he would have died 800 times!


    Moreover, it is so clear that the chariots and horses are not fast enough to die idle against a group of soul refining strongmen?


    Mo Yao took a cold look at Lin fan, despised the sword he had just got in his hand, and mocked: "is this the sword you are fighting for?"


    Qinglin mocked: "Lin fan, you are also the son of one yuan. Don''t forget your identity. War soldiers of such grades are really no different from garbage. What are you pursuing? Don''t feel ashamed?"


    Ha ha ha


    Some people couldn''t help laughing and turned back and forth.


    "Son of God? It''s funny that such rubbish is even used as a treasure by an ordinary disciple of Dayan."


    "I really want to know if Lin fan can stop my soldiers'' attack with his bold face."


    The disciples of the holy land also laughed.


    "Maybe he wants to work hard outside to bring back some bumps and use them for his family. You can''t blame him because his family is too poor."


    All the people talked about it one after another, and they all buried Lin fan, causing everyone to laugh.


    Especially those sanxiu who had competed for the sword of this war laughed more happily.


    Qinglin also smiled and then said, "son of God? I have limited promotion channels for one yuan son of God. I''m just a mud legged son who has been in school for less than a year. What''s the qualification to be called the son of God?"


    Lin Fan glanced at him: "I also feel that my son came too easily. I just stepped on a piece of waste and became the son. I also feel incredible."


    Everyone looked slightly changed. How did Lin Fan''s son come from?


    Who doesn''t know?


    Qingluan glanced at Qinglin. In the past, she always thought that Qinglin was resourceful and could dominate all the disciples of Yiyuan. In fact, she always thought that if the holy land of Yiyuan was led by Qinglin, it could really go higher.


    But now it seems that Qinglin is simply stupid.


    How did Lin Fan''s son come from?


    It was stepping on your shoulder and almost killing you. Forced by reality, your teacher personally sealed the test. Now, you say that the promotion of the son of God is limited and you are not qualified to be called the son of God.


    Isn''t this a face to face?


    Lin Fan smiled and then said, "but now I want to make it clear. If the master of the dead dog didn''t come forward to save it, the waste that would be trampled to death by me can be the Holy Son. Why can''t I?"


    "Therefore, although I am ashamed of the son, I do not respect him!"


    "Anyway, I''m better than that dead dog. What do you say?"


    Everyone is silent and looks at Qinglin with a little contempt. Is this Qinglin''s reputation in the past hype?


    Why is your IQ so worrying?


    They thought the same as qingluan. It was obvious that they were calling others with their faces.


    Qinglin''s face was ashamed and ugly. He just said something along the man''s words for a moment, but unexpectedly, he lit a fire pit for himself, which made him so uncomfortable and embarrassed, but Lin Fan said all the facts. How to refute?


    He held his breath for a long time and felt that he was going to be suffocated.


    The people of Dayan holy land and the wasteland Holy Land looked at the one yuan people with a smile. This one yuan holy land really declined more and more. If there is no unity in the door, how can a holy land not decline?


    There was also a look of contempt in Mo''s dazzling eyes. Is this the man who almost became a sword after him?


    Is that all?


    Maybe it''s the same thing?


    Once the great thing above created him because of a misunderstanding, and also drove him from heaven to hell because of a new discovery. Is that big thing for the holy land or for himself?


    Who knows?


    Perhaps, in the eyes of that big thing, there has never been a holy land. All he asks is his own body!


    And if Qinglin is finally found, is it another misunderstanding?


    How ridiculous


    "Buzz!"


    Lin Fan''s face suddenly turned white. He felt that the sea of spirits had set off a towering wave. It was the soldier''s soul who was angry. He really felt an anger. It was obvious that it came from the soldier''s soul. He was as angry as a person, as if he had been robbed of his beloved toy and was tossing vigorously.


    A splitting headache.


    At this time, Mo Yao twisted the sword he took from Lin Fan with his forehand. He didn''t care about anything else, but Lin Fan was going to die in the cemetery. That was a promise.


    Suddenly, his face changed, because at this moment, the sword he held tightly in his hand suddenly trembled to break free from his bondage!


    Trembling!


    The sword trembled too fiercely. The sound of the sword like a dragon roared hurt people''s eardrums, and the sword awn cut from all directions above the blade, marking dark space cracks.


    It''s just a sword of five or six grades of Xuan level, but now it''s very powerful. It''s like a super figure waving it to kill the ants that bind him.


    "Hold on!"


    Moyao roars!


    He doesn''t believe it. It''s just a war sword. He can''t control it!


    Everyone else was shocked. The sword fought independently and went beyond common sense. It seemed that it had the soul of soldiers and the will to fight, and compiled rules. It seemed that even moyao in the soul refining realm could not control it!


    The sword originally shot in all directions, but finally condensed and formed above the war sword. It was a huge sword, similar to itself, but expanded countless times!


    Moreover, people obviously feel that this frozen sword is disdaining everyone!


    Yes, it''s contempt!


    Like the emperor, overlooking his subjects!


    Lin fan doesn''t have a headache and wants to crack. He understands everything. This is the anger of the soldier''s soul. He is crazy about being robbed of the delicious food. He is punishing moyao!


    Everyone looked at Lin Fan and his face was hot!


    They have been belittling Lin fan, saying that he is a mud legged child, taking garbage as a treasure, devaluing himself and so on, but now it seems that they really have no eyes!


    Is this war sword really the fifth and sixth grade of Xuan level?


    Even if it is the ninth grade of the Xuan level, there is no such power, right?


    At least they have to be ground level soldiers to have a trace of war spirit, condense a wisp of soldier soul, and inherit a wisp of rules and principles of the master!


    The soldier they despised was so rebellious!


    Good face!


    "Ah..."


    Mo Yao suddenly screamed. He couldn''t wipe his face and let go of the war sword, so the soldier soul in Lin Fan''s mind certainly wouldn''t let him go. The huge sword came out and cut down, and the 100 foot long blade fell on Mo Yao.


    Blood splashed, and a ferocious and terrible sword mark appeared on Mo Yao, extending from his left arm to his abdomen. He was almost divided!


    He let go, the sword blared and returned to Lin fan!


    Lin Fan held the sword, blinked and smiled: "it''s sad that you can''t even hold a garbage sword."