"This is the situation of the gods. Hong Wen will be defeated with one move."

"He is at the first level of the Death Realm, and Hong Wen is at the fourth level of the Death Realm, and only uses 50% of his strength. How is this possible? How could a cultivator in the early stage of the Death Realm be so perverted?"

"I'm not dreaming. The first level of the early stage of the Death Realm can actually defeat the cultivator at the fourth level of the middle stage of the Death Realm."

"I knew that Hong Wen was going to play on the iron plate this time. The person who can defeat Hong Wentao would not be this Hong Wen's opponent."

...

Hong Wen vomited two mouthfuls of blood in succession, his breath was a little sluggish. Some were injured by Fang Yan, and some were angry with Fang Yan's words. He didn't even have the right to let the other party do his best. An incredible scream came from all around him. Hearing the discussions of his fellow disciples around him, Hong Wen's face was so angry that he was so white.

"You have to humiliate yourself. You don't believe it. Now you know that there are people outside the heavens." Looking at the boss who was opening his mouth, the group of Lieyang Sect disciples who were obviously shocked, Lieyangzi couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Fang Yan, you're here. If you take action this time, you will definitely be able to beat the hateful guys from the three major families." Suddenly, he looked surprised, and was as soft as a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, revealing endless imaginary beautiful sounds sounded among the crowd.

"There is a copy of this fire-type spiritual crystal ore vein from our Fang family, so I will naturally come to help." Fang Yan couldn't help but smile. This was also said to other disciples of the Lieyang Sect.

"Fang Yan, Hong Wentao was beaten by you and is still lying on the bed. It's really a relief. This guy can bother me every day." Yun Yue'er smiled at Fang Yan.

"suck……"

"How is this possible? Senior Brother Hong Wentao was actually defeated by Fang Yan. How is this possible?"

"This Fang Yan is really strong, it can be said to be a pervert! The cultivation level of the first level of the Death Realm can actually defeat Senior Brother Hong Wentao at the eighth level of the Death Realm."

"No wonder, Fang Yan actually has such strength. I have to take Hong Wen seriously. The two are not at the same level at all."

...

As soon as Yun Yue'er finished speaking, the disciples of the Lieyang Sect who were unaware of the fact that they were sucking cold air sounded.

"Let's go ahead. There were two competitions before, and my Lieyang Sect lost. If I lost a few games, my Lieyang Sect would have to divide a part of the mining rights to the three major families." Yun Yue'er was very satisfied with everyone's expressions and couldn't help but greet Fang Yan.

"Fang Yan, you're here. I really want to trouble you this time. The Mo family and the Li family are coming fiercely this time!" Yang Zhijiu said to Fang Yan in front of the temporary arena built by the three major families.

"It's nothing. There is also a share of the fire-type spiritual crystal vein in the Flame Mountains. They want to seize the fire-type spiritual crystal vein and it's impossible to get along with me. There is no trouble." Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"That's good, that's good. This fire-type spiritual crystal mineral vein was discovered by you, my friend. If you take one of them, you deserve it." Yang Zhijiu couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Just two days ago, Hong Wentao forced himself to rob the fire-type spiritual crystal mined by the Fang family, and he was afraid that Fang Yan would not help.

"Senior Yang, take me to see what the three geniuses of Huoman City look like." Fang Yan couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

While speaking, Fang Yan followed the top leaders of the Lieyang Sect of Yangzhijiu and the ninth grade toward the place where the Lieyang Sect was located.

"Yang Zhijiu, your Lieyang Sect has lost two games in a row. When you win one game, our three major families will have one-tenth of the mining rights. If you lose nine games in a row, we will have three-tenths of the mining rights." Mo Xuanji of the Mo family couldn't help laughing when he saw Yang Zhijiu appear.

"Mo Xuanji, don't be proud. There are seven competitions left. If you can't win in the next game, you can't get it." Yang Zhijiu couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"Haha... It's just you, Lieyang Sect, Qinghuang is not in line. How many strong people are there in the younger generation? If you hadn't taken the lead, will the fire-type spirit crystal in the Flame Mountains still have your share?" Li Yuanqiu from the Li family couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Just now, it was Li Wei from the Li family and Mo Lingtian from the Mo family who won two consecutive games with strong momentum.

"Li Yuanqiu, don't be proud. You just won two games in a row. Not nine games. As for that, are you so happy?" Yang Zhijiu had a cold face. The overall strength of Lieyang Sect is much stronger than any of the three major families. However, Lieyang Sect's pure Yang Gong practice is particularly slow. In the past ten years, Lieyang Sect has not had many outstanding disciples.

"Yang Zhijiu, hurry up, you have been out of the third battle for half an hour. Are you still going to delay the time?" Mo Xuanji urged Yang Zhiji.

"Fang Yan, I'll ask you for the next battle." Yang Zhijiu said to Fang Yan.

"It's okay, let me leave the next battle!" Fang Yan couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"Haha... Lieyang Sect is really no one. In this third battle, he actually sent a young cultivator at the first level of the Death Realm. Did he intend to give us the Fire Spirit Crystal Mineral Veins?" Mo Xuanji looked at Fang Yan who appeared and couldn't help laughing.

The only member of the three major families present did not laugh was the monks of the Li family. When they saw Fang Yan appear, they rarely showed a sense of suspicion.

"Yang Zhijiu, this person seems not to be a disciple of your Lieyang Sect! A top six-grade sect like your Lieyang Sect actually needs an outsider to take on the main role." Under Li Wei's intention, Li Yuanqiu was striking for Yang Zhijiu.

"Who said he is an outsider? Some of the fire-type spiritual crystal veins belong to the Fang family. Our two families cooperate to mine. Do you think he is qualified to participate in this friendly match?" Yang Zhijiu couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"you……"

After Yang Zhijiu said this, Li Yuanqiu really didn't know how to refute it.

"Li Yuanqiu, a kid at the first level of the Death Realm, can make you so fuss about how powerful he seems to be." Song Yun from the Song family couldn't help but hear this.

"This third game will allow our Song family to take action. How big can a young monk at the first level of the Death Realm turn into a wave."

"Song Lin, I'll leave this kid to you. Be sure to let my Song family win a competition." Song Yun said to a young man in white. This Song Yun is the strongest man in the younger generation of the Song family. He has killed all the cultivators in the late stage of the Death Realm.

"Boy, I don't care who you are. If you don't want to be a thief, hurry up and get out of here." As soon as Song Lin came on stage, he provoked at Fang Yan with a proud look on his face.

"You are not qualified." Fang Yan looked at the pretending Song Lin and smiled disdainfully. This person was worse than the previous Hong Wentao. He exploded with all his strength and could defeat him with one blow.

"Boy, you are crazy. Since you insist on seeking death, I will become a fist. Then I will make you kneel down and beg for mercy." Seeing Fang Yan's eyes look contemptuous, a sharp light flashed in Song Lin's eyes. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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