Chapter 196 [Golden Body of the Dragon], [Little Arhat Fist]

"Xiaotian, you are possessed by a demon. You are no longer cultivating Buddha, but a demon!" Elder Lin walked up to Wu Tian and said solemnly.

Wu Tian's state is obviously abnormal.

Because normal people's thoughts would not be like this. This kid is obviously possessed by a demon. There are some problems with his spirit and thoughts.

Even more seriously, there may be problems with his soul, or pollution.

This is very difficult to deal with!

Before, Elder Lin only heard about Wu Tian's state. Now that he saw Wu Tian with his own eyes and heard Wu Tian's words, he understood how much the boy was possessed by a demon.

"Uncle Lin, it's not that I am possessed by a demon, but that you are controlled by many emotions and rules and regulations and do not act according to your heart." Wu Tian said seriously.

Elder Lin looked at Wu Tian with a trace of worry in his eyes, and sighed: "Xiaotian, if you continue like this, you will fall into the devil's way!"

Wu Tian retorted: "What is the devil's way? What is the right way? There are good people in the devil's way, and there are evil people in the right way."

This is the truth, but there is a fundamental difference between the right way and the devil's way.

Whether it is said a thousand or ten thousand, there are more good people in the right way than in the devil's way!

But at this time, it is obviously useless to tell Wu Tian these reasons.

If the reason doesn't make sense, then you have to use your fists!

Let Meng Fan grind Wu Tian's murderous spirit and sharpness, it would be best if they can be polished.

Elder Lin looked at Wu Tian and said: "I did say before that as long as you can beat my disciple, you can choose any magic sword to take away.

However, if you can't beat my disciple, you need to practice hard in the sword pavilion until you can beat my disciple!"

Elder Lin and Wu Tian's father are close friends, and they have a deep friendship.

So he is still more concerned about Wu Tian.

Rather than letting this kid go to the rivers and lakes to kill people, it is better to stay in Jian Pavilion to hone his skills for a while.

When Wu Tian heard what Elder Lin said, a smile appeared on his face.

He saw at a glance that Meng Fan's cultivation was the fourth level of Tianyuan, while he himself was the sixth level of Tianyuan.

There were few people with higher realms than him who could be his opponents, let alone those with lower realms than him!

This Wu Tian was a genius who often fought beyond his level.

In the Vajra Sect, he was the best disciple of this generation, just as Lin Jian was as good as in the Shushan Sword Sect.

However, it seems that the better a person is, the more likely he is to have problems. This is true for Lin Jian and Wu Tian...

Wu Tian smiled and said to Elder Lin: "Thank you, Uncle Lin. I just need a sword that suits me."

Yes, he also likes to use a sword!

It seems a bit strange for a Buddhist disciple to use a sword, but he just likes it.

But if Wu Tian didn't use a sword, he wouldn't come to the Shushan Sword Sect, let alone the Jian Pavilion.

"But even if I give you a magic sword, you probably can't control it, right?" Meng Fan suddenly said to Wu Tian.

Even he couldn't control a real magic sword now, so he used the Red Sheep Sword that Elder Lin chose for him.

"Haha, it's just a magic sword, it can't do anything in my hand!" Wu Tian said with great confidence.

This made Meng Fan slightly solemn.

He felt that Wu Tian didn't seem to be bragging.

If this kid can really control the magic sword, then he must not underestimate him.

After all, this is something he can't do, at least the other party is better than him in this aspect.

Of course, it is also possible that this guy doesn't know the height of the world, but he thinks he can control the magic sword.

"You two, go to the back mountain to spar, don't mess around in the sword pavilion." Elder Lin said to Meng Fan and Wu Tian.

After an incense stick of time, in the back mountain of Shushan Sword Sect, there was an open space.

Meng Fan and Wu Tian stood facing each other, less than ten meters apart.

Elder Lin did not follow, but Senior Brother Luo did, wanting to see the two of them fighting.

After all, Senior Brother Luo is now a "younger brother", and he can learn a lot from watching Meng Fan and Wu Tian fighting.

Wu Tian took out a sword from his storage ring and drew it out of its sheath.

The blood-red sword light shot straight into the sky, and the surroundings were filled with bloody and evil auras, without any of the peacefulness and tranquility of Buddhism.

At first glance, it really looks like a magic sword!

Meng Fan drew out the Hongqi Sword.

The opponent was using a spiritual sword, so he was naturally embarrassed to use a magic sword like the Red Sheep Sword.

He actually wanted to say something else, but since the sword had already been unsheathed, there was nothing to say.

Just fight!

"Swish~~~" Meng Fan was not polite, and there was no polite talk about you making the first move and I making the first move. He raised his hand and slashed with a sword.

[Splitting Mountain Sword]

A crisp and powerful sword.

The sword force was majestic and majestic, slashing down towards Wu Tian.

Wu Tian had a calm face and cold eyes, and he also slashed at Meng Fan with a sword.

The blood-colored sword energy bloomed, and then there was a dazzling golden light.

Sword force - [Vajra]

Wu Tian liked to use the sword, but there were not many sword techniques in the Vajra Temple.

This Vajra sword technique was one of the few top sword techniques in the Vajra Temple.

The next second, the two sword forces collided and destroyed each other. In just a breath of time, they eliminated each other and were evenly matched.

"Huh~" Wu Tian exclaimed.

He did not expect that the sword force slashed out by his Tianyuan level 6 cultivator was actually only as good as the opponent's Tianyuan level 4 sword.

Theoretically, he was at a disadvantage with this sword.

After all, he had the advantage of cultivation!

"Amitabha, you are indeed a Shushan sword cultivator. I am not as good as you in swordsmanship!"

Wu Tian's competitive spirit was aroused. Since he was not as good as him in swordsmanship, he would not fight with swordsmanship.

He took a step forward, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and slashed out with the sword again.

This time, not only the long sword in his hand was emitting golden light, but his whole body was also covered with a layer of faint golden light.

It must be said that there was a little bit of the flavor of the Buddhist Arhat.

This sword did not have any sword intention or sword momentum. It looked just an ordinary and ordinary sword.

But Meng Fan felt an unparalleled pressure. This sword seemed to be a spiritual attack.

And this was exactly Meng Fan's weakness!

Wu Tian's mental power was extremely strong. Meng Fan even felt that the other party had cultivated into a soul.

If one can cultivate the spirit into the sixth level of Tianyuan, he is definitely a child of destiny.

In the entire Shushan Sword Sect, from the core disciples to the head, there are no more than a handful of people who can achieve this step!

"Hongqi..." Meng Fan hummed softly.

Although mental power is not his strong point for the time being, he has Hongqi!

Wu Tian's sword is still useless.

When the Hongqi sword and Wu Tian's sword touched each other, Wu Tian's face showed a hint of surprise again.

He took a step back, looked at Meng Fan with a serious face, and said in surprise: "You are much stronger than I thought. No wonder Uncle Lin has such confidence in you."

After speaking, he threw the long sword in his hand directly to the ground.

Abandon the sword.

Not surrender!

Although he likes swords, he is not good at swords.

So sometimes, the sword in his hand is a burden.

Wu Tian, ​​who threw away the sword, was covered with golden light, from a faint golden light to a thick and heavy golden light, as if he was coated with a layer of gold.

At this moment, he really looked like a golden statue in a temple, made of pure gold!

Then, he clenched his fist towards Meng Fan and punched him straight out.

[Golden Body of the Dragon]

[Little Arhat Fist]