Lin Fan walked out of the cabin, high-spirited and no longer as embarrassed as before, laughing loudly at an altitude of several hundred meters.

"It was a waste of my little magical talisman, the blazing fire talisman of burning the sky.

That monk, will you die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in the distance behind him was swaying, as if he was unsteady, like a candle that would fall when the wind blew, but he still stood firm and flew towards the distance on a black wheel that was burnt black.

go...

"Well..."

The two brothers looked into the distance with speechless faces. Are they going to die?

This Zen Master Xingtai’s life is too tough, it’s a small magical talisman! It’s equivalent to a full blow from a Golden Core monk!

How could Zen Master Xingtai withstand a mere foundation-building period?

Lin Shan looked at Lin Fan with a puzzled look on his face, could it be because this guy planted a flag and poisoned his milk?

The latter was slightly embarrassed, scratched his head and explained: "Never mind, it is understandable that Zen monks pay attention to physical training and have excellent defense. However, he must be seriously injured at this time, and it will be difficult to escape! It is equivalent to something on the chopping board..."

Before he finished speaking, the dark figure across from him seemed to feel something, and suddenly he froze, and immediately shot backwards and fled!

Lin Fan immediately fell silent.

Lin Shan, who was next to him, had quick eyesight and quick hands. He jumped into the cabin, grabbed the smoking hot joystick, and pulled hard.

I saw the slowly falling flying boat suddenly lift up, turn its head and head straight towards the rear.

The Zen Master Xingtai in front looked extremely miserable at this time, his eyebrows and beard were completely burned, the gray robe on his body was in tatters, and the golden wheel under his feet seemed to have been reshaped, and it was as black as a pile of waste.

iron...

While taking out the middle-grade spiritual stones and frantically absorbing the spiritual energy, he also swallowed pills and used healing talismans, trying his best to restore the spiritual energy that had been almost exhausted just now to resist the magical powers.

At the same time, I felt overwhelming pain in my body, my internal organs were being faintly penetrated and eroded by the poison of fire, my condition was worse than ever before!

But when he saw the flying boat behind him turning around and chasing after him, he had no choice but to run away, fearing that the two guys behind him would come over to hit him.

At this moment, the two brothers of the Lin family on the flying boat were in a frenzy. They had a great opportunity in front of them. They were just one step away from the opportunity to counterattack during the Qi training stage and the foundation building stage. How could they allow Zen Master Xingtai to escape?

Lin Shan tried his best to drive the flying boat whizzing past. The shield of the boat was squeezed inward by the strong wind pressure. There were faint auras flickering in the place driven by the wind spirit stone. It was obviously overloaded.

It's on the verge of being scrapped.

But Lin Fan, a rich man, didn't feel any distress at all. He just kept urging "Hurry up" and "Hurry up". Obviously, this kind of opportunity to show off and brag among his fellow disciples after returning home was very rare, and it already made him a little bit nervous.

I couldn't help but look crazy.

After all, Zen Master Xingtai was a little bit overwhelmed. He was seriously injured in the center of the explosion of the small magical talisman seal, and he was almost exhausted. Seeing that he was being chased by the flying boat behind him, if he continued to fly with the weapon in the sky, he would be intercepted sooner or later.

At that moment, I gritted my teeth and had no choice but to land my weapon on the ground. I simply sat cross-legged on the grassland among the mountains and put up a defensive light shield. I took the spiritual stone in my hand and absorbed it, intending to restore my spiritual power first.

Lin Shan controlled the flying boat and followed him, and the two of them also got off the ground. Seeing Zen Master Xingtai in front of them who was trying to delay his recovery, without saying a word, they each took out the magic weapons in their hands and started greeting each other.

"Boohoo!"

"Bah, bah, bah~"

On one side, Lin Shan held the Cold Iron Sword and kept firing out the sword light, while on the other side, Lin Fan held the golden mace and kept firing. The two attacked fiercely and output wildly, but they were still blocked by the light shield in front of Zen Master Xingtai.

This mask is full of golden light, and there are Buddhist mantras on it that are constantly changing. When you hit it, you can only hear the tapping sound of "bang bang bang". Obviously, the physical and spell resistance are ridiculously high.

Seeing that the two of them had been fighting for a while, there was no change in the mask. On the contrary, Zen Master Xingtai's breath became more stable and his face became slightly rosy.

"Don't worry about it. This is my Buddhist sect's famous high-level defensive spell, the Golden Bell. Your mid-level magic weapon cannot break it."

Although the old monk looked embarrassed, his tone was leisurely, and he had obviously recovered from the panic just now. How could he, a monk in the foundation-building stage, be killed by two little guys in the Qi-training stage? They were helpless with a defensive spell.

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The two of them also stopped using their useless skills. Lin Shan was a little hesitant now. Should he use the ancient rhyme to strengthen the Cold Iron Sword and upgrade it to a high-level magic weapon? Once the old monk regains his spiritual power, they will probably face pursuit again.

kill.

However, Lin Fan next to him came to his senses at this time and secretly cursed himself for being stupid. For the Qi training period, high-level magic weapons consume too much spiritual power, so the price-performance ratio is not very high. They are usually used against monks of the same level.

Intermediate magic weapon gold mace.

But now the opponent is in the foundation building stage, and even a high-level spell cannot be broken by a mid-level magic weapon. But who is Lin Fan? It's not like he doesn't have high-level magic weapons, he just doesn't bother to use them.

At this time, Lin Fan started to look through his storage bag again, pulled it around and took out a long spear. The tip of the spear emitted a cold light and was very sharp. It was obviously a high-end magical weapon of extremely high quality.

The old monk opposite immediately shut up and felt slightly panicked.

But Lin Fan wasn't done yet. He rummaged through the storage bag for a while and took out a colorful fan. As soon as he took out the fan, the energy of the five elements around him became faintly active, and he threw it directly to Lin Shan aside.

"Five Elements Magic Fan!"

Now not only Lin Fan recognized it, but Lin Shan and Zen Master Xingtai also recognized it.

This object and the Five Elements Vestment are accessories of a set. The five attributes can be switched at will. It is the best among high-end attack weapons!

Zen Master Xingtai was really panicked now, and he hurriedly dug out his storage bag, only to find sadly that no matter whether it was a defensive magic weapon or a talisman, they had all been completely consumed by the blazing flames that burned the sky just now.

But Lin Shan and Lin Fan will not give him a chance to breathe, they will kill you while you are sick!

The five-element fan on Linshan's side was flowing with light, and attacks with five attributes were coming one after another. He could just hold this fan and fan it wildly!

Lin Fan, on the other hand, thrust his spear and then stabbed. As the saying goes, a bit of cold light arrived first, and then the spear came out like a dragon.

Zen Master Xingtai finally couldn't take it anymore. He could naturally carry the two high-level magic weapons when he was at his peak, but now that he was running out of gas and suffering from internal injuries, he really couldn't use them up anymore.

While secretly cursing the wealthy Zixiao Sect, the disciples in the qi training period are so extravagant, even if they are equipped with small magical powers, talismans and seals, the high-level magic weapons are just like Chinese cabbage, one after another.

While driving the black wheel miserably and wobblingly, it flew into the sky again.

If you don't run, you'll be waiting for death. It's better to keep running.

The two people behind them Ma Liu put away their magic weapons, turned around and climbed onto the flying boat. Lin Shan skillfully pulled the lever and shifted gears. Driven by the wind spirit stone, the flying boat made an astonishing roar, mixed with exciting air waves.
Chapter completed!