Chapter 3709

Wen Wan's expression was full of surprise, she seemed to have never expected that Lin Yi would be so powerful.

"Come again!"

Lin Yi snorted softly, rushed to Wen Wan's face, and raised his hand between her brows to slap her. After the initial trial, he had some ideas in his heart. Although Wen Wan is strong, she is not an invincible existence. .

brush!

Wen Wan frowned, took out a long sword from the Qiankun bag, and stabbed Lin Yi's palm.

puff--

The long sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and it directly pierced Lin Yi's fleshy palm. It was so sharp that Lin Yi looked sideways at him, hurriedly withdrew his palm, and took a dozen steps back.

"A middle-grade spiritual weapon?"

Taking a closer look at the spirit sword in Wen Wan's hand, it was an ordinary three-foot Qingfeng sword, emitting a cold light under the sunlight.

Glancing at his palm, Lin Yi frowned slightly, it wasn't that he couldn't dodge the blow, it was just a moment of carelessness, he didn't expect Wen Wan to have such a magical weapon.

Since his debut, Lin Yi still sneered, bullied himself, swung Wen Wan's long sword three or two times, spotted a flaw, and pointed out a sword aura, piercing Wen Wan's throat.

She struggled to breathe, her delicate body twitched, and a stream of blood flowed out from the wound, but she did not die, and quickly sealed the wound with spiritual energy. For a warrior of this realm, this kind of wound is not fatal.

boom!

However, Lin Yi didn't give her a chance to survive. With the third punch, Wen Wan's head was directly smashed. So far, Lin Yi has also fulfilled his promise--kill all the disciples of the Great Yuan Empire, leaving no one behind. .

Gentle and beautiful, but Lin Yi has no heart to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. An enemy is an enemy, there is no kindness to be said, if he is inferior to others today, then he will die, the world of warriors is as simple as that.

"Senior Sister Wen Wan is dead!" Someone exclaimed!

Everyone was in a dream, and they refused to believe that the martial artist on the fifth floor of Nirvana would be killed by Lin Yi's three punches.

After packing up the belongings of Wen Wan and the others, Lin Yi left without saying a word.

Seeing his leaving back, everyone quietly listed him as a taboo figure in their hearts, and they must not be provoked, even if it is his followers, they must not touch him in the slightest.

Qiongshan's disciples were not as rich as he imagined. Lin Yi's greatest achievement was the three-foot Qingfeng sword. In Wen Wan's Qiankun bag, she didn't even get a single spirit stone. Lin Yi estimated that this had something to do with her breakthrough just now. Those Dayuan disciples got a lot of spirit stones, almost 2,000 pieces of spirit stones, all of which are middle-grade spirit stones, and the exchange for low-grade spirit stones is two million; Huo Du alone has nearly 1,000 pieces of middle-grade spirit stones. Lingshi, several other Nirvana warriors

Add up, there are more than a thousand yuan.

As for Xue Gang and other new disciples of the Great Yuan Empire, they are even poorer, and the sum of a few of them is only three to four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.

"Ice."

Glancing at the gentle three-foot Qingfeng sword, Lin Yi lost interest. This is an ice-type spiritual weapon, and he cannot exert the power that the ice sword should have. If it is a lightning-type spiritual weapon, it will be Take advantage of it.

Since his physical strength surpassed that of low-grade spiritual weapons, Lin Yi basically rarely used spiritual weapons. But now the problem is coming, the enemies he will face in the future will become stronger and stronger, and there will only be more warriors like Wen Wan with middle-grade spirit weapons.

It is obviously unwise to be naked with such a person.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi took back the Frost Sword, and planned to go to the Lingbing point to exchange for a convenient weapon.

But before that, you have to go to the Palace of Cultivation Techniques first. The last alchemy conference rewarded an earth-level low-level exercise, but I haven't received it yet.

In addition, the millennium elixir will also start to be purchased in large quantities, and the high-level silver phase needs a thousand plants of the millennium elixir. The price of each elixir is about one million spirit stones, one thousand elixir is one billion low-grade spirit stones, that is, one million middle-grade spirit stones, this is an astronomical figure for Lin Yi, Therefore, the matter of the millennium elixir cannot be rushed, but can only be done slowly.

Xu Tuzhi.

Shoufeng, in a luxurious courtyard of Law Enforcement Hall.

Zhuo Xiong was sitting in the center of the living room, his eyes were squinted, and he was closing his eyes. On the table in his hand, there was a steaming tureen teacup.

At this time, a young man hurried over, it was Zhuo Feng, who was always prudent, but now he walked in a hurry; Zhuo Xiong didn't open his eyes: "Feng'er is here, how is the matter going?"

"Failed!" Zhuo Feng took a breath, his face was gloomy and terrible.

"Failed?"

Zhuo Xiong opened his eyes, and a restrained light flashed past: "How could this happen? Even a new disciple can't handle it. Your friend is too useless."

Zhuo Feng's steady body shook, he didn't dare to look into Zhuo Xiong's eyes, he seemed a little afraid, and then said in a deep voice: "No! Grandpa, it's not that my friend is too weak, but that kid is too strong, he killed him with just three punches more gentle."

"Three punches to kill Wen Wan?"

Zhuo Xiong took a sip of tea, a ripple flashed in his calm eyes. As far as he knew, Wen Wan was a warrior at the fourth level of Nirvana, so it can be inferred that the boy's strength should be around the fifth level of Nirvana.

"You have other friends, just ask them to help." After thinking for a while, Zhuo Xiong said this. "This..." Zhuo Feng wondered: "Grandpa, it's not that grandson doesn't want to find them, but that no one wants to show up. Grandpa doesn't know that Wen Wan has already broken through the fifth level of Nirvana, and her strength is comparable to grandson's. When fighting with that kid, Wen Wan

He also used the Frost Sword, but the fate of being suppressed and killed by the three punches was still unavoidable. My friends are about the same strength, and I really can't find anyone who can beat that kid in terms of combat power. "Hearing these words, Zhuo Xiong fell silent, put down the teacup in his hand, and fell into a state of thinking; Zhuo Feng didn't dare to say more, the living room was very quiet, and the atmosphere was a little condensed.