Tempered Immortal

“How could you possibly see through my metaphor? It's the first magic of the hierarchy that seals it! ”

“Primary magic? ”

Lin Xuan's eyebrows had to be picked. Remember, more than a decade ago, when he was a small psychic disciple, he was excited to practice the "ice needle trick", because its power can be compared to high-order spells.

At that time, I thought that there were only three kinds of spells: elementary, intermediate, and advanced, and only the spiritual period and the foundation period were used by the monks. The master of Jindan Dacheng, because he had the magic treasure, did not care about spells.

Later, however, the foundation was built successfully, and rightly so, after obtaining the jade cylinder of "Nine Days of Xuan Gong”, it became clear that this understanding was simply wrong.

As a practitioner, magic is the simplest and most practical form of divinity, not only in attack but also in defense, because it does not require the help of other media, it simply needs to mobilize its own spiritual power to release it.

This dawg is so profound, will it stop at the foundation stage, let alone the friar of the cottage period, the old monsters of Yuan Baby also often use spells as an important complement to Fabao.

Nor will there naturally be only three types of spells: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

Correctly, it should be divided into three classes of heavenly and earthly people, each of which is divided into elementary, intermediate and advanced levels, for a total of nine levels.

The spiritual period and the foundation period are used by the monks, while the gelden and yuan infantile masters are used by the ground level...

In fact, it is not only a magic trick, it is even a charm, Lin Xuan once touched the charm, but also the human class, and there are more powerful land and heavenly charms above.

Of course, the production is more complicated, and there are very few sales in Fang City. Once the world is around, none of the crystal stones need a heavenly price.

And Hu Fan just turned to stone, using a grade elementary spell called "plastic surgery". This type of coagulant master can learn highly skilled skills, and naturally only coagulant master can see through, but this kid...

Lin Xuan's face flashed a little, naturally he wouldn't answer each other's questions. By the way, he was just lucky.

I didn't expect anyone to have a hierarchy!

Fortunately, my knowledge far surpasses that of my fellow brothers, and I have barely been able to compare myself to the masters of the early years of the cottage. Otherwise, the consequences are unthinkable!

Being struck by a lightning strike without precaution, even if not dead, is definitely a serious injury.

“Kid, if you don't want to say so, just meet me, even if your life is bad! ”

Hu Fan's face revealed a slight colour. Although Lin Xuan understood the metamorphosis, which made him mutter some things in his heart, he was ultimately nothing more than a small foundational fixer, and with his own divinity, it should be easy to destroy him.

Since the other party is here to participate in the trade fair, there must be a lot of money on them, sent!

With that in mind, his face flashed with a hint of brutality, opening his mouth and spraying a silver flying sword.

Spirit apparatus!

It is true that he is a master of late foundation building, has a remarkable treasure, and the sword is quite strange in shape. It is like a spiritual snake, twisting in the sky.

“Go!”

Hu Fan's mouth whispered a slight scolding, and the flying sword suddenly turned into a silver light, howling towards Lin Xuan.

In the face of the other party's attack, Lin Xuan's face didn't panic at all. He gently extended his hand and the round shield moved from the top of his head to his front.

The infusion of force caused the round shield to drip through a circle and then surge in shape, and the diameter became long, stopping Lin Xuan's entire body.

Yet Hu Fan's face flashed a slightly less perceptible smile, looking at Lin Xuan's expression, like he was looking at a dead man.

In the blink of an eye, the silver ray flew to the round shield, but the two apparatuses did not strike. The sword flashed and twisted its shape. It bypassed the round shield like a living creature and killed it again towards Lin Xuan.

The first-time opponent knows the beauty of his ghost serpent sword. This is the treasure of the spirit. There is a spirit of the demonic beast in it. Therefore, after sacrificing it, he can act on his own. Any defensive spiritual treasure will be hidden by himself, because he can't help but die under this treasure and become a deeper monk than himself. Not to mention the number of rookies who don't understand anything.

With a whisper, the ghost snake sword was about to be tied to Lin Xuan's body, and suddenly a dark mist burst out, wrapping the juvenile's figure.

“Huh?”

Hu Fan had some surprises. The fog didn't look like a ghost. The ghost snake sword flew in before the thought was finished.

“So what are you doing? ”

Hu Fan scratched his scalp, and the district tried to avoid his own attack with a slight obstacle. Never mind, this ghost snake sword can be broken even if it is some simple restraint.

His mouth was grinning, but soon the smile stiffened.

After the ghost snake sword flew into the dark fog, it was like a muddy stream, without lifting a wave, gradually, Hufan's forehead appeared with a fine drop of sweat, a very bad feeling.

His eyes flashed a hint of shadow, and then his hands continuously changed the magic trick, but his expression grew ugly. The connection between the ghost snake sword and his own god was actually cut off.

How is that possible?

The other party, obviously an early foundation-builder, how can there be such great power?

Hu Fan was anxious, but what was happening in front of him made him unbelievable.

Or unwilling to believe.

Boom, the fog poured like scattered on both sides, only Lin Xuan stood there intact, beside him, there was a number of lengths of huge ghost hand, should be made of fog fantasy, the ghost snake sword, was held in the palm of the hand.

The surface of the sword, flashing the blue arc from time to time, beats more than once, obviously trying to escape from the strange hands.

Lin Xuan looked back with a calm look: “This sword is good, I want it. ”

Then he reached out his right hand, wrapped a light blue light, grabbed the ghost snake sword, and the big hand illusioned by the fog dissipated. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)