Lin Fan smiles at Mimi. Does Qinglin think too much of himself?


    With his strength, want to take him and qingluan?


    Dreaming?


    "Eh?" Lin Fan was surprised, because his spirit sensed a familiar Qi machine. He had met the man in white in the ancient tomb when competing for pills.


    "He''s coming?" Lin Fan''s eyes flashed. Now, he is still not sure whether what the man in White said is true, that is, his remaining wisp of obsession or that he still lives between heaven and earth.


    Qinglin was full of evil spirit like the sea. It was dark and evil spirit around him. He was like a demon God wrapped with nine nether spirits. He strode close in the void, his eyes were as sharp as cold electricity, and his light was as thin as a sword blade: "hand over the dragon soul grass, or die!"


    Lin Fan''s eyes were strange. Under the eyes of the rune, he had seen a figure in white standing in the air, but no one could see it except him. Just standing there gave people the illusion of supporting the day and fixing the place. It seemed that this figure in white was the only one between heaven and earth.


    Qingluan smiled coldly: "younger martial sister Qingcheng, like me, also owns dragon soul grass. Why don''t you persecute him, but only aim at me? So no one can protect me?"


    Qinglin sneered. The cold light in his eyes was more penetrating. He didn''t say anything, but the yuan force of heaven and earth was gathering towards his fist. The yuan force roared, as if it resonated with the sky, and the void was shaking.


    Although he didn''t speak, his attitude showed everything, that is, he deceived qingluan and there was no shelter here.


    "Not to mention whether you can kill us today, even if you can kill me, aren''t you afraid that our teacher will destroy your spirit?" qingluan snapped.


    Of course she was not afraid of life and death, but she was very angry and had never been so despised.


    When it comes to qingluan''s master, everyone here changes color. It''s a cruel role. Anyone who meets it will worry.


    Qinglin''s face also changed slightly, but in the end it was cold hum: "it''s not up to her to decide the holy land of one yuan."


    As long as you kill Lin Fan and qingluan, it''s worth offending snow beauty. It''s a fait accompli. What can snow beauty do to him?


    But does qingluan have a master?


    Lin Fan blinked and said, "you''re dead."


    Lin Fan opened his mouth, because he found that when Qinglin said the above sentence, four dark holes suddenly appeared in the void around the man in white in mid air, devouring everything, and even the light could not escape.


    Obviously, the two hundred and one people were angry.


    "I''m dead? With you waste?" Qinglin laughed wildly. Then he looked down at the people: "are you sure you don''t do it?"


    "Please help yourself." the soul refining strongman of yaoshengu waved to Qinglin at will, with a strong look of contempt in his eyes.


    The soul refining strongman in holy land of holy stripe directly snorted coldly. His attitude was obvious and made an obvious nausea.


    Qinglin''s face is cold and hard. Is it all this expression?


    But what''s the point?


    As long as the goal is achieved, everything is easy to say. History books are always written by the winner. When he stands on the top, naturally someone will erase all the bad things about him.


    Qinglin sneered: "well, since you all do not work, after the dragon soul grass is refined by me, who dare to rob, think of the consequences themselves."


    "Bah!" the disciples of Yiyuan Holy Land spit.


    Lin Fan said, "don''t you start yet? I''ll doze off."


    Qinglin smiled grimly: "very arrogant, you."


    A thousand feet of fist print has condensed out, like a dark cloud. The sun shines down and outlines a terrible aperture.


    "Today, the old and new hatred will be settled with you!" Qinglin roared. Then the tiger waist suddenly twisted up and killed with a hard blow.


    "Boom!"


    Qianzhang fist seal seems to suppress everything in the world and fall suddenly. The world is dark and nothing can be seen by the naked eye.


    "Lin fan, you die!"


    Qinglin laughed proudly!


    There are no outsiders here. No one can save Lin fan.


    There is no bullshit to restrict the cultivation arena and bind his cultivation.


    This Lin fan, how not to die!


    As long as Lin fan is dead, he can easily get anything and get dragon soul grass. It''s a great opportunity.


    Wu Qingcheng Jiao, the long sword in her hand has appeared. The fist seal is too strong. Lin Fan and qingluan may not be able to resist. She must go to help.


    But when she saw Lin Fan laughing at qingluan, it seemed that it was none of her business.


    Everyone was also frightened by Qinglin''s fist. Unexpectedly, he was only half refining his soul, but the fist seal had begun to have the momentum of refining his soul.


    Later, they saw Lin Fan smiling under the range of fist seal bombardment.


    "Is this knowing that you will die without resisting?"


    "Is it a broken jar?"


    There is silence in the hearts of all.


    "Ha ha... The old grudges are rewarded today. Lin fan, don''t worry. After killing you, none of your Lin family can escape. They all come out and crush them." Qinglin felt that since Lin Fan was born, a heavy burden on him suddenly disappeared, and the whole person was refreshed.


    But just when he was so excited that he almost went crazy, a cold hum came from the void.


    It''s just a cold hum, but it seems to contain the power of heaven, the wind is no longer blowing, and the yuan force is no longer running. It''s like everything in the world is still, including the thousand Zhang fist seal blasted by Qinglin, of course.


    "Who! Who dares to stop me?" Qinglin''s face changed and drank fiercely.


    "Pa!"


    His answer was a slap in the face.


    A slap in the face drove Qinglin a hundred feet away in mid air and hit a mountain. The rocks were splashing and the smoke was making a big fuss. You can imagine the power of this slap.


    The strong man of the ancient crocodile family changed his face sharply.


    Sure enough, his perception was right. There was really a big thing hidden in the air, overlooking everything here.


    He was thinking, if he didn''t stop at the most critical time, was it himself who was being robbed now?


    The strong men in yaoshengu and holy land of holy stripe were twitching at the corners of their mouths. They took a grateful look at Li Qingxuan and yaochuchen. If they hadn''t been blocked by them, they would not be better than Qinglin now.


    Finally, everyone looked at Lin Fan together. Is this like a white figure that can control heaven and earth and Lin Fan''s backer?


    Doesn''t it mean that only the strong in the highest soul refining realm are allowed in this ancient tomb?


    But this man in white gives them a feeling that is countless times stronger than their holy land leader.


    "Senior." Lin Fan blinked.


    Qingluan Daimei frowned slightly. Somehow, the figure of the man in white seemed to have been seen somewhere. A moment later, she suddenly widened her eyes. She knew where the feeling came from. It was from the portrait often held in her hand by her teacher, snow beauty!


    The man in white glanced at Lin Fan and nodded.


    It''s just a simple nod, which makes everyone look different!


    It turns out that this mysterious strong man really knows Lin fan!