As if he suddenly opened up some clue, Lu Fan was extremely excited and murmured to himself: "So that's it, so that's it!"

But after a moment, he became a little depressed again: "I can't do it if the golden elixir is better than the Nascent Soul!"

His eyes were a little confused, he stretched out his hands and muttered: "No, I must see Lord Tianzun. I have to think of a way..."

Li Fan became more and more crazy when he saw him, and couldn't help but remind him: "Fellow Daoist Lu..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up. Regardless of Li Fan sitting beside him, he flew out of the restaurant and shouted loudly: "Lu Fan from the Cong Yunhai Martial Arts Hall of the Wanxian League is here, who dares to fight me!"

After these words were expressed, Li Fan was shocked on the spot.

On the originally noisy streets of Weichang City, there was also a moment of silence.

Only Lu Fan's arrogant figure stood proudly in the sky.

After a brief silence, the crowd exploded.

"A mere Jindan monk dares to speak out loud!"

"Are all the monks of the Wanxian Alliance so brave?"

"When will the dogs from the Wanxian Alliance dare to be so arrogant in our five elders!" A burly Nascent Soul monk with a beard and burly face said furiously. He flew in front of Lu Fan and was about to give him a lesson.

After all, Lu Fan did not completely lose his wisdom and kept shouting: "My Golden Pill, your Nascent Soul. The Five Elders will be like you. Do you like to bully the small with the big one?"

"You can fight, let the Jindan monk come over!"

Under the deliberate guidance, Lu Fan's voice spread throughout Weichang City in an instant.

"You..." The Nascent Soul Cultivator's words suddenly stopped, and his expression changed a little. In the end, he snorted coldly and did not choose to act forcefully.

When he fell back to the ground, he turned his head and shouted angrily at everyone: "Are we all dead in the Golden Pill monks in Canhong Prefecture?"

Everyone also reacted.

A young monk in blue flew forward: "I'm going to help Qiu Juemo, please help fellow Daoist Lu!"

He bowed his hand, and without waiting for Lu Fan to respond, he rushed straight to the opponent's door with a flying sword.

The blue sword light suddenly came silently.

Fortunately, Lu Fan reacted quickly, his figure flashed, and he could barely avoid the attack of the flying sword.

"You're a sneak attack!" A hint of anger appeared on Lu Fan's face.

"Fighting life and death is naturally all-out. There is no saying of sneak attack! Fellow Taoist is careful!" With Qiu Juemo shouting, thirty-three sword lights separated from the flying sword that had already flown behind Lu Fan, like a living thing, forming a sword formation in the shape of a tiger in an instant and attacking Lu Fan.

Lu Fan snorted coldly, and a slight copper-colored light burst out from his body, and his body expanded several times in an instant.

A pill suddenly appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan gently tugged it, making a crackling sound.

"The world is bustling, and it's all for profit!" I muttered a word, and every time I pulled the bead, a copper coin with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, thirty-three copper coins were formed, and green lights were drawn in the air, facing the flying tiger sword formation one after another.

Qiu Juemo's face changed slightly, and he vaguely realized something wrong. He wanted to control the sword formation and avoid the copper coins that looked a little weird.

But the green light was extremely fast, and almost instantly, it collided with thirty-three flying swords.

Without the earth-shaking collision sound, the copper coins disappeared in an instant after they touched the flying sword.

The next moment...

"Not good!" Qiu Juemo said, before he could say the word "good" he saw the thirty-three flying swords turning in the air.

The Flying Tiger Sword Formation, which was originally controlled by him, actually attacked him.

And it's a bit faster.

Caught off guard, thirty-three sword lights passed by.

Blood suddenly gushed out, Qiu Juemo's body shook, but in the end he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The Flying Tiger Sword Formation also lost control and fell all over the ground.

The onlookers immediately exclaimed.

"I'm giving in!" Lu Fan carried the abacus behind his back and said proudly.

"Brother Qiu!" Qiu Juemo's friend hurriedly stepped forward to check his condition and found that Lu Fan had saved his life at the critical moment.

"It's embarrassing! Don't you pull him down!"

"Yes, this is defeated too quickly!"

...

Qiu Juemo was seriously injured and did not arouse the sympathy of others present. Instead, they kept ridicule, their eyes full of sarcasm.

Qiu Juemo's friend's face suddenly turned red, but he didn't dare to arouse public anger. He just helped Qiu Juemo in shame and quickly left the place.

"I'll do it!"

A gray-clothed monk jumped up with a hint of anger in his tone.

This time he learned his lesson and did not use magic weapons. He just showed the golden elixir magic image and kept summoning the fierce fire attacks.

"The wealth can help the gods!"

Unexpectedly, as Lu Fan moved the abacus, copper coins fell into the fire one by one.

The original red flames were also stained with a little weird green.

Then, the flame that originated from its own magical powers also lost control and backed on itself.

In the end, with a scream, the gray-clothed monk was defeated miserably.

The second challenger's defeat at the speed of light made the noise on the field much less.

"This fellow Daoist Lu is really capable." Li Fan, who was watching the game, couldn't help but be surprised.

After a brief period of desolation, another challenger appeared.

"Ou Qianye, Canhongzhou, please give me advice!"

This time, Lu Fan did not take action directly, but asked loudly: "You five elders can't beat them, so are you planning to fight on the wheel?"

Ou Qianye's momentum suddenly stopped and he forced himself to hold back the move that had already taken. He said in a deep voice: "That fellow Taoist, please rest for a while first, and we will fight again when we fully recover!"

Lu Fan ignored him and closed his eyes and started to repair it.

Not long after, the two of them took action together and fought in a group.

As a result, Lu Fan still won. But Ou Qianye is not simple either, with moves and spells emerging one after another.

After each move is controlled by Lu Fanfan, he will continue to use another move.

Lu Fan also took a lot of effort to win.

"Friendly Daoist methods!" After using up all the moves, Ou Qianye, who knew he would lose, bowed and gave in and gave in.

"Each one another..." Lu Fan's tone became much more kind this time.

Next, the Jindan monks from Weichang City challenged Lu Fan one by one.

But without exception, they all failed.

Even though he had time to rest in the middle, Lu Fan's face gradually became a little pale after fighting.

But he seemed to feel something, but the excited expression on his face could not be suppressed.

Just when the entire Weichang City was focused on the scene of Lu Fan's invitation.

Li Fan, who lost interest in watching the game, came to a small stall on the street.

"Secret History of Ancient Practice".
Chapter completed!