Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

"Brother, Ximen Chui and his people have arrived at the entrance of the village!"

Ximen Zhi's voice sounded again, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, composed himself, and then said firmly: "Okay!"

He took the lead to walk towards the entrance of the village, with firm steps and an unyielding light in his eyes.

Ximen Zhi followed closely behind, even though there were only two of them, their steps seemed extremely determined.

When they walked to the entrance of the village, Lin Fan's eyes immediately locked on Murong Chui and his entourage who were just walking to the entrance of the village.

Among the five people led by Murong Chui, there was an old man with white hair and beard, and the other four were young people.

One of them had a face with sharp edges and corners, which gave people a deep impression. Lin Fan felt that he had seen this face before somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Lin Fan's eyes became even colder, and he knew that this would be a tough battle.

Although he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he was more determined.

Facing the enemy in front of him, he had no room to retreat.

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi stood at the entrance of the village, facing Murong Chui and the helpers he invited from the Killer Hall.

They knew that Murong Chui must have paid a huge price for being able to invite five masters at once.

Each of these masters is no ordinary person.

At this moment, the old man with white hair and beard suddenly laughed loudly, and his voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an arrogant and arrogant atmosphere.

He said loudly: "These two babies are at the peak of Qi refining, how can you not handle them?" His words were full of contempt for Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi.

Murong Chui's attitude towards the old man was extremely respectful, and he replied: "Elder Tang, although Lin Fan is at the peak of Qi Refining, his strength is comparable to the peak of Foundation Establishment. You have to be careful."

Murong Chui's words revealed his fear of Lin Fan.

The old man looked very arrogant and responded: "Mr. Murong, there is no one in Dayan who is worthy of my action!"

His attitude showed his confidence and pride.

Then, Elder Tang ordered: "Tang Meng, come on!"

A thin young man next to him didn't say anything after hearing the order. He just swayed and was in front of Lin Fan in an instant.

This speed and agility are enough to show his extraordinary strength.

Lin Fan was calm in his heart. He had already secretly explored this young man's strength.

From his aura and movements, Lin Fan judged that this man was just as powerful as Murong Chui, and he was by no means easy to compete with.

Facing the upcoming battle, Lin Fan's eyes became more determined.

He knew that this was not only a battle of strength, but also a confrontation of wisdom and will.

Lin Fan quickly planned a strategy in his mind, and decided to use his golden python skin armor to launch a surprise attack.

At the moment when the battle was about to break out, his eyes flashed with calmness, ready to face the coming impact.

Tang Meng rushed towards Lin Fan at an astonishing speed, and struck his abdomen with both palms with a sound of breaking through the air.

At the same time, Lin Fan also launched his special move. Black Tiger ripped out his heart and punched Tang Meng hard in the chest.

The two attacks converged at almost the same time.

Tang Meng's palms hit Lin Fan firmly, causing Lin Fan to feel a huge force hitting his sea of ​​energy. His body involuntarily took a few steps back, and his steps were shaky.

Thanks to the protection of the golden python skin armor, he was not fatally injured.

At the same time, Lin Fan's fist hit Tang Meng's chest accurately.

It was a huge force that directly knocked Tang Meng away more than ten feet.

Tang Meng vomited blood and fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

The scene instantly became silent, and everyone was shocked by this sudden scene.

The old man with white beard and hair, Elder Tang, opened his eyes even more. He looked at this scene in disbelief.

He had secretly probed Lin Fan's strength many times, but never thought that Lin Fan would have such amazing fighting power.

He couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart: How could this monk in the Qi Refining realm be so strong?

The people around were also deeply shocked by this scene.

Murong Chui's face became extremely ugly. He never thought that Lin Fan could defeat a master like Tang Meng with one punch.

Others present also began to re-evaluate Lin Fan's strength, their eyes full of vigilance and uncertainty.

Lin Fan stood there, adjusting his breathing. There was no trace of pride on his face, only calmness and determination.

He knew that this battle had just begun, and the enemy in front of him was far more powerful than imagined.

Elder Tang's anger burned like a raging fire. His beard trembled with anger, and his eyes shot out flames that almost burned Lin Fan.

He shouted in a deep voice: "How dare you hurt him!"

The tone was full of disbelief and anger.

Lin Fan faced this arrogant old man and thought with a hint of sarcasm, why such an old man still didn't understand the meaning of life and death struggle.

He responded calmly: "How ridiculous. He wants to kill me. Do I have to wash my neck and wait for him to kill me? Are you old and confused?"

Lin Fan's words were sharp, pointing directly at the other party's arrogance and irrationality.

When Elder Tang heard Lin Fan's rebuttal, he became furious, "Shuzi, you are seeking death!"

The momentum around his body rose sharply, like a volcano about to erupt.

All his hair was stretched out, and his momentum was even greater, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.

Lin Fan felt the tremendous pressure from Elder Tang and felt slightly nervous, but his eyes remained firm.

Ximen Zhi, who was standing next to him, felt the pressure even more and took two steps back involuntarily.

Lin Fan secretly guessed, could this Elder Tang actually have a cultivation level above the Golden Elixir?

At this moment, Murong Chui suddenly pointed at Ximen Zhi and said to Elder Tang: "Elder Tang, the one behind Lin Fan is the formation master, the worst!"

His words revealed his fear of Ximen Zhi, and at the same time he was reminding Elder Tang to pay attention.

Thinking of the tragic situation of his brother being tricked to death by Ximen Zhi, Murong Chui was furious.

Elder Tang's gaze was like a searchlight, sharp and full of inquiry. He cast his gaze on Ximen Zhi and looked at the young formation master carefully.

A trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he immediately said: "Oh, formation master! This is really rare in Dayan!"

With a hint of persuasion in his voice, he said to Ximen Zhi: "Young man, what's your name? If you surrender to me, I can let your friends go and ensure that Xueting Village remains unscathed. How about that?"

There was temptation in his eyes, as if he was trying to win over Ximen Zhi.

Murong Chui stood aside, not expecting that his words would cause such a situation.

His face was ashen and he was terrified inside, but he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction to Elder Tang.

Ximen Zhi responded firmly: "I'm Ximen Zhi, and I will advance and retreat together with Lin Fan, and live and die together!"

His voice was sonorous and full of unwavering loyalty.

When Elder Tang heard Ximen Zhi's name, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ximen, a descendant of Ximen from the formation family?"

Obviously, he knew something about the Ximen family and realized Ximen Zhi's extraordinary status.

"Exactly!"

Ximen Zhi was secretly proud, feeling that he had finally met a knowledgeable person.

Elder Tang's face darkened. He knew that ordinary temptations were useless, so he directly gave the last choice: "Now I give you two choices, either surrender to me or die!"

His voice was heavy and cold, and his eyes flashed with determination.