For the monks of Zongzhou, it is rare to see three or four Nascent Soul Ancestors a year.

But now, dozens of Nascent Soul monks have gathered outside the heroes. However, now, they all have bitter expressions on their faces.

As soon as Fang Ling said that, these Nascent Soul monks looked at each other, and their faces were strange.

"Anyway, stretching your head is a knife, and shrinking your head is a knife. Let me do it first!" A strong man who looked in his forties said loudly.

This strong man is tall and tall. If he lifts a pig-killing knife, he will definitely be a butcher who does not need to wear makeup.

And just as he rushed towards the hero, someone said in surprise: "Tengchong Pavilion, he is back!"

"Dear brothers, can this Tengchong Pavilion take the Ling Yijian below?" A Nascent Soul cultivator who looked familiar with the strong man said in a deep voice.

"It should be able to take it. Although Tengchong Pavilion is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he got an ancient treasure a few years ago. I heard that this ancient treasure is good at defending." A Nascent Soul Ancestor who looked over fifties pondered for a moment and said affirmatively.

The other Nascent Soul monks who were already suspicious had smiles on their faces at this time.

Although Tengchong Pavilion is domineering and offended not one or two of them, they still hope that Tengchong Pavilion can block a sword.

They did not place their hope of victory on Tengchong Pavilion, because they knew very well that it was impossible.

With Fang Ling's power to defeat ten people with one sword, these cultivators who are in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul are here to make up for the number of people.

The number of people in the heroic strike. Whoever makes them the champion of the heroic strike? They have to come up.

Their goal, at the beginning, might also want to defeat.

After all, no one who can become the ancestor of the Nascent Soul is a bit arrogant, but as one can't even stop Fang Ling's sword, they no longer have this idea.

The sword was so fast that it made their hearts chill. They all believed that Fang Ling would definitely be able to overcome the first ninety challenges of the heroic race.

In fact, now, they only have one goal, that is, to break the myth of Fang Ling defeating the enemy with one sword.

Even if you keep losing, you will lose to the second sword.

"Brother Kumho, do you think there is hope for Tengchong Pavilion?" A low voice sounded in Li Kumho's ears at this moment.

Li Jinhu did not turn his head. He knew who the person was before the person came to him, otherwise he would not have let the person approach him.

This is a tall man with a handsome figure and looks like a gentle and elegant man. He is in his thirties and handsome. He gives people a feeling of being elegant and outspoken everywhere.

"Although Tengchong Pavilion is extraordinary, I think he can't take Fang Ling's sword!" Without any hesitation, Li Jinhu said in a deep voice.

The man looked at Li Jinhu who was still moving. There was a look of jealousy in his eyes. Although he was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he knew that he was far from Li Jinhu in terms of cultivation and status.

The two of them grew up almost together, although he was always shining brightly. However, Li Jinhu, who was standing on the ten directions of heaven and earth, was like a mountain, pressing tightly on him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"This time, Brother Li, you are wrong!"

The man waved his hand and a black jade treasure fan appeared in his hand. As he fanned, he became more and more outstanding.

"Although the Tengchong Pavilion master is not the most important earth-based martial arts, he unexpectedly obtained a seven-forged tower a few years ago. These seven-forged towers are not only rare ancient treasures in the world, but also have infinite uses in defense and attack."

"Twenty years ago, I tried to reach out with him once, and with my giant hammer, I attacked for a day and a night, and it was considered to be breaking the defense of his seven forging towers."

The man said this and smiled slightly, "Although Fang Ling looks extremely powerful, I don't believe that he can break the seven forging towers with one sword."

Li Jinhu looked at the man who was proud and seemed to be extremely excited to suppress his head and said lightly: "Look, it's about to start."

The moment Tengchong Pavilion flew down, he clasped his fists at Fang Ling and said, "In the Tengchong Pavilion, I will pay homage to fellow Taoist Fang."

Fang Ling looked at Tengchong Pavilion with a gentle and gentle look and smiled: "Friends Teng Dao!"

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I know that I am not a match for Fellow Daoist Fang. This time I fought with Fellow Daoist Fang, and I would like to show mercy to fellow Daoist Fang."

While speaking, Tengchong Pavilion clasped its fists again: "Fellow Daoist Fang, I have an ancient treasure called the Seven Forging Tower. As long as the fellow Daoist can break through the defense of this treasure, I will admit defeat."

The more humble the Tengchong Pavilion is, the less Fang Ling dared to underestimate this person. Fang Ling suddenly remembered a funny saying: God wants anyone who perishes, he must first make him crazy. Those low-key people are more powerful. The magic power of this Tengchong Pavilion is stronger than those who have appeared before, and even stronger than Tu Hongbao.

He took the Seven Forging Tower to make a case, and it was obvious that he was very confident about the Seven Forging Tower. He smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'm going to take action."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, just now I heard that Daoist said something when he was fighting with Daoist Tu Hongbao. As long as Daoist Tu Hongbao can take over the three swords of Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang will admit defeat. I wonder if it is right or not?"

Fang Ling frowned and nodded, "No, I did say this to fellow Taoist Tu Hongbao."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, my cultivation difference between Tu Hongbao and I is limited. I wonder if I can continue to fulfill the three-step agreement with fellow Taoists like Tu Hongbao."

Looking at Tengchong Pavilion with a calm face, Fang Ling understood a little what this person wanted to do. He wanted to jump into the circle and let himself admit defeat.

Although Fang Ling is a proud person, he is not a conceited fool without self-knowledge. How could he jump down with such an obvious pit?

He smiled faintly and said, "My words just now were specifically directed at fellow Taoist Tu Hongbao. Because we have fought in the past, as for fellow Taoist you, I think we should fight before we talk about it."

Fang Ling's words made Tengchong Pavilion's face look a little ugly. He didn't expect Fang Ling to be fooled. This made his idea of ​​forcing Fang Ling to defeat him with three moves suddenly become dim.

After all, there is a big difference between forcing Fang Ling to defeat him and taking the next three moves. This difference is a world of difference for him.

"Since that's the case, that fellow Taoist please make a move." As Tengchong Pavilion spoke, his palm slapped his small Qiankun bag, and a seven-layer pagoda as big as a fist flew up from his small Qiankun bag."

The pagoda is seven layers high, and the whole body is like casting copper and iron. The moment the pagoda flew, a smell of gold and iron had already enveloped Tengchong Pavilion in this breath.

"Brother Jinhu, you see it. This iron curtain formed by the gathering of Gengjin energy is even more difficult to pass through than a flying sword."

"And there is only one way to break the iron curtain formed by the gathering of Gengjin energy, that is, to break the seven forging towers." The monk holding the black jade treasure fan pointed at the seven forging towers, and said with a hint of envy in his words: "This is really a good magic weapon."

Li Jinhu looked at the Seven Forged Tower, a trace of strangeness flashed through his eyes. Although his ten directions of heaven and earth made him rarely use magic weapons, he had to admit that the Seven Forged Tower was indeed good.

It is probably impossible for Fang Ling to cut open the seven forging towers with one sword.

But if you can't cut it open, there will be no harm to Fang Ling. After all, he is fighting a hero, not defeating the world with one sword.

At this moment, Fang Ling pinched the magic trick and slashed towards the Tengchong Pavilion with a sword. Fang Ling's sword was as fast as a rainbow. In an instant, he rushed to the front of the Tengchong Pavilion.

This sword is so fast that it is a bit unacceptable!

Even when Li Jinhu saw this sword, he still had a flash of cold light in front of him. Although he felt that he could take it, with his ten directions of heaven and earth, he could slow down the sword even more.

But this is a shocking sword after all.

With the slash of this sword, Tengchong Pavilion, who was already full of confidence, had his face turned ugly.

Can I really take this sword from my own seven-forged tower? He is very confident in the seven-forged tower. Over the years, the seven-forged tower has saved his life several times. If it weren't for the seven-forged tower, he might have died many times.

When he activated the seven-forging tower just now, he was still full of confidence, but now, he no longer has this confidence in his heart.

The sword light flashed, not giving him the time he imagined. The sword light had already come to him with a arrogant momentum!

The Seven Forging Tower, which had been sacrificed, suddenly rushed up from the top of Tengchong Pavilion and faced the sword light. Obviously, this rare magic weapon also felt the threat to the master.

It actually caused the ancient treasure to protect it by itself. Tengchong Pavilion was really surprised and happy. Although he knew that the ancient treasure could protect its owner by itself, this was the first time he encountered this situation.

Could it be that Fang Ling's attack was really so powerful that it actually activated my ancient treasure to protect his master?

Just when Tengchong Pavilion felt that this battle was worth it, a gloomy sword intent had already enveloped his head.

This sword intent made him feel extremely uncomfortable, and this sword intent made his heart tremble a little.

How could this be possible? His seven-forged tower had already met, and how could this sword intent cover him?

This shouldn't be!

But under the cold sword intent, his spiritual sense no longer had the power to resist!

Not only did Tengchong Pavilion not expect it, but the man holding the Mo Yu Bao Fan did not expect it either.

Fang Ling's sword light obviously did not pass through the Seven Forging Tower, but Tengchong Pavilion still did not catch Fang Ling's sword. What's going on?

"Although the pagoda of Tengchong Pavilion is very good, it's too slow!" Li Jinhu's indifferent voice was heard in his ears at this moment.

"Is it possible that the self-inspired ancient treasure of Tengchong Pavilion did not catch up with the sword light that intercepted Fang Ling!" The man slapped his palm with the treasure slap in his palm, and asked with a hint of disbelief in his words.

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