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Text Chapter 117 The secret of the strongest man in the town

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    Holding Yuan Shouyi, Li Fan's body felt like there were two people engaged in a tug-of-war.  One is his own cultivation level, and the other is the strange power in this small town.  Li Fan's fighting spirit, led by the whirlpool of fighting energy in his acupoints, surged and flowed in his veins, resisting the suction from the outside world.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Li Fan just felt that his resistance gradually became more and more skillful from the beginning.  At this moment, the inexplicable suction force suddenly disappeared.  After holding his breath and finishing the exercise, Li Fan's eyelids trembled slightly and he woke up from his trance.  "The suction power has disappeared." Glancing at Li Fan who had woken up, Hothra said calmly: "Now that the night has passed, it seems that this kind of thing will only appear after night falls. No wonder the people in the town  They all hid in their homes at night. It seemed to be to weaken the terrible absorption power and the influence of the illusion. " "Yes." Li Fan nodded slightly, and he agreed with Huosila's judgment.  However, although Li Fan is young, after experiencing the pain of the first acupuncture, the awakening of the Holy Body, and the inheritance of the Holy Body thousands of years ago, his tenacity has already become a strong man far beyond the average.  The illusion is not a big threat to him. In comparison, what is more troublesome is the strange power that absorbs vitality and cultivation.  "If this continues, this guy really won't live for a few more days." Hothra glanced at the old man who was unconscious on the ground. After last night, on his hair, which was already as pale as snow,  There is even more of a gray color that looks like withering.  "It seems that you are in good condition. Have you resisted the suction?" Huosila glanced at Li Fan with interest and said, "It's not simple, it's really not simple! You are worthy of being a pure spirit that is rare to see in a thousand years."  Holy Body." "There is one thing that puzzles me." After hearing Huosila's praise, Li Fan frowned and said, "Although I have the advantages of the Holy Body bloodline and the special skills.  Logically speaking, with my cultivation level, I can resist the theft of suction, so I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s no problem for these ordinary Dou Zun and Dou Wang experts to do this, right?¡± ¡°Hmm,¡± Huosila nodded.  He nodded and said: "After my cultivation has reached the holy level, the suction force cannot shake me at all, and there is no need to deliberately defend against anything. And I can faintly sense that the weird energy field here cannot trap a truly strong person at all.  "Then why does the magic spirit expert here stay here?" Li Fan raised his eyebrows and asked.  "This" Huosila was also stunned when Li Fan asked him.  His bold and thick eyebrows knitted together. After pondering for a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He lowered his head and said to Li Fan, "Why bother thinking about it? Just go and ask!" "Yes." Li Fan also smiled when he heard this.  , stood up and said: "Dragon has its own dragon path, and snake has its own snake path. Since you are a giant dragon, Lao Huo, why do you need to be so timid like a little snake? Let's go directly to the door and ask for help!" "Okay!"  A dragon has its own way!" Huosila laughed, stood up, patted Li Fan on the shoulder, and said, "Without further delay, let's go now! After settling the matter here, we have to leave as soon as possible."  With this tone, Li Fan picked up the unconscious old man on the ground, placed him on the bed in the back room, and then left the small room with Hothra.  With a sweep of Lingtian¡¯s secret spirit¡¯s consciousness, a fact was quickly determined.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Except for the powerful magic spirit who stands out from the crowd, the rest of the strongest practitioners are not stronger than Dou Soul and Magic Soul, and there is no way to effectively resist this suction.  Hothra seemed to be aware of this. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Strong magic spirit? Why don't you come out and see me!"  There was a loud sound, covering every corner of the entire town in an instant, and it was endless!  "Where is the Holy Spirit?!" The fluctuations of magic flashed quietly, followed by an old voice, drifting out from the depths of the town like a steady drizzle. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The sound of Huosila's shout could be said to be as majestic as the sound of breaking gold and cracking stones, then the response of this unknown magic spirit master was like the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, endless, yet soft and yet strong.  The two whistles twisted and intertwined, entangled with each other into a mixed noise.  After all, Huosila's cultivation level was much higher and he had full stamina. The saint's momentum surged out like a wave, mixed with the roar, exerting strong pressure on the magic spirit expert.  And the other party is obviously not a fish belly, the smart whistling sound is suddenly low and tactful, not confronting Hothra at all, but like a soft knife with a restrained edge, accurately inserting into the heart of Hothra's voice.In the gap between the silk threads, Hothra's strong oppression was skillfully resolved.  The howls from both sides gradually became deeper, and finally slowly faded into nothingness.  And as if it was an agreement, the moment the howling disappeared, a silver-haired old man wearing simple linen clothes appeared at the intersection of the alley in front of him, bowed slightly to Hothra and said: "I didn't expect that.  There is actually a saint coming here, but I don¡¯t know what to do.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s get straight to the point!¡± Huosila¡¯s eyes were slightly solemn, and it could be seen from the secret contest between the two of them.  The old man who was dressed in extremely low-key clothes was definitely not as simple as he looked on the surface.  "Well, there is already a hint of the aura of a saint. I'm afraid this old man wants to step into the holy steps quietly here." The voice of the spirit of Lingtian's secret book sounded in Li Fan's heart, and there were many words in his words.  He felt a trace of nostalgia and said melancholy: "When I passed this test, my brother was still helping me protect the law!" "Are you going to survive the saint's calamity here?!" He carefully looked at the two silver-haired old men opposite.  Eyes, Huosila's expression changed with horror. Just now he was wondering why a mere magic spirit from the other side was not inferior to him in terms of realm.  It turns out that he is already a quasi-saint with half a foot on the holy ladder!  "Exactly." The old man nodded slightly and looked around as he spoke, but his kind and kind voice suddenly turned cold.  "By the way, let's use the power of Saint Tribulation to get rid of the guy here who dares not to see anyone!" Looking at the awe-inspiring righteousness all over the old man's body, Li Fan thought of Grandpa Mag without even thinking about it, and he suddenly felt a sense of intimacy towards him.  Big increase.  "When the road is rough, you should draw your sword to help!" Li Fan raised his eyebrows, took a step forward and said: "Senior, it is extremely dangerous for you to overcome the saint's calamity, how can you be allowed to take the risk to fight against the evil again? This matter  Now that we have encountered it, we will not sit idly by!"
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