The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

Seeing that he was going to attack him without saying a word, Ming Fan activated the Qingfeng Jue and summoned three spears.

The water-condensed phantom was displayed, and when the sect master chopped the phantom, Ming Fan injected his spiritual power and two strange fires into the three spears, and thousands of sword shadows were aimed at the sect master.

"A riot of colour."

Ming Fan roared, and thousands of red and purple sword shadows came towards the sect leader.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, does that mean she is Doraemon?

Ming Fan looked coldly at the position of the sect leader, with strange fire mixed in the sword shadow. If he wanted to kill her, she would not let him have an easy time.

"I underestimated you."

The sect leader neutralized Ming Fan's sword move, glanced at his sleeve that had a hole burned by the strange fire, and a calculation flashed across his eyes.

Ming Fan saw the plot clearly and thought to himself that they were indeed a group of snakes and rats in the same nest.

What kind of sect raises what kind of disciples. No wonder Mu Ming has such a style. It turns out that the source is here.

"We do not wish to be enemies with your Futu Sect, nor do we wish to endure the thunder tribulation here."

Le Shan narrowed his fox eyes and hundreds of talismans in his hands changed.

Looking at the Futu Sect monks slowly gathering around them, the eyes of Ming Fan and the others gradually turned cold.

"Since your clan is so unreasonable, then let's fight!"

At the same time, the sect leader waved his hand and instructed the disciples who came to support him: "The woman in the middle must be kept alive."

The implication is that the deaths and injuries of other people do not matter.

"Tsk." Ming Fan folded his arms and raised his middle finger to the sect leader in front of everyone: "You are not worthy of it."

The clan leader's face darkened instantly: "What are you still standing there for? Come on!"

Seeing thousands of disciples rushing over, a few of them exchanged glances, formed a circle, and responded to the siege of these disciples.

Ming Fan and the other four fought on each side and knocked out those disciples with lower cultivation levels one after another.

Although there are only five of them, each of them can defeat thousands of troops.

Lin Wanshu released his mental power, and blood vines emerged from the ground and rushed straight into the air, sweeping down all the disciples.

Countless plants broke through the ground. The usually gentle plants were now like monsters with sharp teeth, attacking the disciples fiercely.

Countless disciples were thrown out in various postures.

Above the sky, there were countless unexpected talismans above the disciples’ heads.

The talisman seemed to have eyes and would always attack them first when they were about to take the next step.

The disciples were either burned or exploded, and they all fled in panic.

Le Shan smiled like a cat teasing a mouse. He had a lot of talismans, and he could smash these disciples to death with just a few throws.

Xiao Yunyang and Rong Hua launched a fierce attack, one with a sword and the other with a gun.

For a moment, the disciples of Futu Sect flew around like deflated balloons.

Suddenly, the silver spear in Rong Hua's hand changed direction and stabbed towards Ming Fan.

Ming Fan kept moving his hands without blinking, and the sound of a gun hitting flesh came from behind him.

"Oh, thanks." Ming Fan said sullenly, as the thing in his hand was finally completed.

Ming Fan pushed out the formation talisman formed in the palm of his hand, instantly covering all the remaining disciples.

"I'll let you beat your ancestor!"

"And you, how dare you look at your ancestor like that."

"The ancestor remembers you, my dear disciple. You can't escape."

"Don't worry, you'll be next."

"Hey~ Where are you going in such a hurry, grandson? I'll give you a ride."

"Your ancestor is here~"

In the formation, Ming Fan was like a wild dog on the loose, venting his unhappiness in the most brutal way.

He swung his arms and punched each of his disciples, knocking them unconscious.

It happened so quickly, in fact, all this happened in just a moment.

It was so fast that the sect leader and a group of Futu sect elders were standing by and hadn’t come to their senses yet.

Elders: “???”

What the hell are these? Monsters?!

You know, although their Futu Sect is an alchemy sect, most of its disciples are good at using poison and hidden weapons, and are among the best in Zedu Continent.

But now, he was being beaten one by one like a chicken? ?

Is this normal? This is not normal at all!

But they are not the abnormal ones, it is obviously these five crazy people who came out from nowhere!

No, he's not just a madman, there's a bit of perversion in his madness.

"Master, they..."

An elder spoke, not knowing what he was going to say.

After thinking about it, he finally swallowed back those words that would help others to show off and destroy his own morale.

"Master, please say something."

An elder plucked up his courage and said that if they didn't come forward, their disciples would be wiped out.

"This sect master is not blind!"

The sect leader's face looked very bad at this time.

Not only did several people from outside the sect break into their sect, they also acted so rudely. If this were to get out, he would be a joke. He would be a joke of the entire Ze Dui Continent!

Who are these people? How dare they act like this without caring about the consequences.

"Do you really think that my Futu Sect is a deserted place?"

The sect leader took a step forward, and the pressure from the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation was completely released.

Seeing that the sect leader had expressed his opinion, several elders behind him immediately stepped forward and began to practice their skills.

Lin Wanshu, Xiao Yunyang and the other three stepped forward, stood in front of Ming Fan and blocked the layers of pressure.

"Hiss—where is anyone?

Oh, if it is you, the lord, then... is it considered a person?"

Ming Fan was speaking from behind.

Now that the relationship has fallen out, she is too lazy to pretend anymore.

After thinking for a while, Ming Fan spoke again: "Do you know who I am?"

The leader looked at Ming Fan and narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

He was indeed a little curious about Ming Fan's identity.

“Humph, my Qi Lingming family is not someone you Futu Sect can afford to offend.

You don't have to know who I am. Just remember to avoid people from the Ming family when you see them next time."

"Qiling Continent, Ming Family?"

"Yes, it is the Ming family. Given the status of our Ming family, we are not afraid of your Futu Sect."

The leader was so angry that he laughed. He read out a sentence viciously and said, "Very good."

Ming Fan shrugged indifferently.

Although she didn't know what he meant by "very good", she was willing to do anything for the Ming family, even if it would make more enemies.

It would be better if Futu Zong didn't have any brains, so that she wouldn't have to do it herself in the future.

"You broke into my sect and hurt my disciples. I'm afraid this won't end well today."

The sect leader said this, and without giving them time to react, he attacked together with several elders behind him.

In that case, just keep your life.

"Wait a minute."

A voice suddenly came in, Ming Fan and his companions looked in the direction of the sound, and saw an old man slowly walking towards them, step by step, and finally standing in front of them.

"Master, long time no see."

The old man greeted the clan leader with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Ming Fan frowned. Why is there another one?

However, it seems that the relationship between the two parties is not harmonious.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Ming Fan turned to look at the old man. Should she go and "make friends" first?

The old man also turned his head at this time and his eyes met Ming Fan's.