Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

When Fang Lin met for the first time, he met the three of them one by one, except Zhang Lishan, who was very angry.

Zhang Qianhua and Mo Xiyu saw Fang Lin looking so dignified and wanted to ask a few more questions.

But Immortal Wuyou turned around and flew towards his mountain range. Fang Lin could only follow closely.

"Master, Fang Lin is going to chase the master and leave first."

Zhang Qianhua greeted quickly, "Hey, Immortal Wuyou is our senior uncle. From now on, you can just call me and the elders senior brother."

Fang Lin is a genius who even wants Immortal Wuyou to be his disciple. He will be the mainstay of the Eternal Life Sect in the future, so there is nothing wrong with being polite to him.

Fang Lin also knew what they meant, and he couldn't refuse the favor, so he immediately nodded and agreed.

"Yes, two senior brothers, Fang Lin will retire first!"

Zhang Qianhua and Mo Xiyu nodded, Fang Lin also nodded and left with Lingbo steps.

I have to say that having friends who are both teachers and friends is very nice for Fang Lin, but it is also uneasy.

All friends like Chu Xiaotian can help each other and provide warmth. Of course, the more the better.

But having too many such friends will also get him into trouble with the world.

However, Fang Lin doesn't feel anything bad now.

It took Fang Lin half an hour to return to the mountain, and when he came back this time, he found that the atmosphere on the mountain was different.

The pressure seemed to be even greater than before. Fang Lin, an Eight-Star Spirit King, had to walk a few steps to catch his breath. After reaching the top of the mountain, he collapsed directly on the ground.

Immortal Wuyou was already sitting in the hut, meditating for a long time.

Fang Lin couldn't help but feel envious. If he had the mobility of Wuyou Immortal, he would have come back long ago.

"Master, I want to learn the art of sword control!"

Fang Lin decided to ask for it directly.

"In that case, I'll teach you."

Immortal Wuyou didn't open his eyes, nodded, raised two fingers and pointed at

Between Fang Lin's brows, a formula came through.

Fang Lin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, but then some knowledge came to his mind. It was the Sword Control Technique, and he suddenly felt happy.

With this ability, it will take less time to get home from Xuanyuan City in the future, and there is no need to worry about being chased by the Lord of Xuanyuan City.

But after Fang Lin left, the Eternal Life Sect was not peaceful.

Zhang Qianhua looked at Fang Lin's retreating back and sighed.

"For such a young man to be accepted as a disciple by his uncle, his future will be limitless."

His expression and tone were full of expectation and envy.

Mo Xiyu nodded when he heard this. He had already seen that Fang Lin was not an ordinary person.

"Senior brother is right. I think he has the strength of an eight-star spiritual king. Ten days ago, he was only a six-star spiritual king! This promotion speed is unprecedented even in the history of the Immortality Sect."

The appearance of such a powerful disciple in the Eternal Life Sect made Mo Xiyu sweat for his disciple, but he was still very pleased.

Wang Lishan was not happy when he heard this. Why did his two senior brothers protect Fang Lin like this?

"Hmph, don't forget, the one you two drove away today was the Lord of Xuanyuan City!"

"That is a ruthless and ruthless character. Coupled with the huge power of Xuanyuan City, our Immortal Sect is in danger."

Zhang Qianhua thought for a moment, smiled slightly, and didn't take it seriously.

"Senior brother, there is no need to worry so much. Although there will be losses, our Changsheng Sect is not afraid of him in Xuanyuan City. Moreover, he is also afraid that after fighting with us, both sides will lose, and other forces will take the opportunity to take over Xuanyuan City."

This means that no matter what, the Eternal Life Sect will not really fight Xuanyuan City.

Mo Xiyu also nodded beside him, trying to get Wang Lishan to give up his idea of ​​targeting Fang Lin.

"I think you two were bribed by that boy. The Changsheng Sect is in danger of being exterminated. I'm afraid you will understand what I said today."

When Wang Lishan saw that these two people did not obey his words, he was very angry and left with his sleeves rolled up.

"Elder brother is very resentful towards Fang Lin, and I'm afraid he might do something behind his back."

Mo Xiyu looked at Wang Lishan's retreating figure, took a step towards Zhang Qianhua, sighed and said.

Of course Zhang Qianhua understands.

"Hmph, I recently heard that his faction has caused a lot of evil in the sect, so he makes a lot of noise so that I can take action to rectify it."

This is called doing many unjust things and you will be punished by yourself.

Although it is a bit ruthless, it is an inevitable method. Mo Xiyu nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Fang Lin had already stepped on the Immortal Killing Sword with both feet, flying as high as a bamboo forest. However, the sword was still flipping back and forth, and he had to concentrate to barely stabilize his body.

"Experience the formula again!"

Immortal Wuyou was sitting in the thatched cottage, watching this scene calmly.

But even he had to admit that Fang Lin was making rapid progress.

In half an hour, an ordinary swordsman can at most lift the divine sword two inches off the ground. This disciple is very powerful and he has found the right person.

"Don't forcefully stabilize the sword. You must learn to become one with the sword and experience it from its perspective."

Fang Lin was always a smart man, and after being prompted by Immortal Wuyou like this, he immediately understood.

"Thank you Master, I understand."

Fang Lin immediately controlled the fairy spirit to rush out from the soles of his feet and wrap around the divine sword, blending into one. Then he no longer deliberately controlled the balance, but rushed out with the sword body.

Fang Lin was a little tilted at first and looked like he was going to fall off the sword, but there was no danger. Finally, he straightened the sword and flew directly through the bamboo forest. Waiting for transfer

After a lap and coming back, he could fly steadily.

"This disciple has initially mastered the art of sword control."

Fang Lin fell to the ground to announce the good news to Immortal Wuyou.

Immortal Wuyou closed his eyes and nodded, "Yes. Practice more frequently."

He is already accustomed to his apprentice's talent!

"Disciple knows!"

Fang Lin felt very good after learning this trick and immediately agreed.

Fang Lin has always been a strong-willed person. If he decides to learn the art of sword control, he will always carry it out.

Soon, Fang Lin was walking around the mountains and downhills with the Immortal Killing Sword, finally feeling like he was one with the sword.

Immediately, Fang Lin found a familiar figure climbing up the mountain with a hurt face and crying.

"They have gone too far, simply too far. I will never tolerate them again in the future."

Li Zhinan felt angry as he walked.

Fang Lin rushed through the bamboo forest and dropped his sword.

"What happened?"

"Brother Fang, they have gathered their personnel and are waiting for Brother Fang to accept the challenge!"

After Li Zhinan saw Fang Lin, he smiled happily and eagerly reported the matter. But at the same time, there was a trace of sadness on his face.

As soon as Fang Lin saw it, he knew that things were not that simple. It was very likely that Tu Wanyou would come to trouble him again later.

"I mean what happened to your relatives and friends!"

Li Zhinan was shocked. He didn't know why he knew it, but he immediately felt understood and burst into tears.

"After Brother Fang and the woman in red left today, the man in black also left. I was brought out by two elders from the headquarters of the Alchemy Association. The people in Xuanyuan City did not make things difficult."

It seemed that the two seniors Fan Zhongshan were very good friends with Fang Lin. Fang Lin nodded, feeling that these two old men could make friends.