Yang Lei stroked the smooth and cold side of the ship and whispered.

"It should be very hard, right?" Chu Qiuran asked.

Yang Fan glanced at him and nodded, "It's very hard, so hard that it's hard to even the advanced level of the Golden Pill."

"Really?" Yang Lei was a little disbelief, took out a top-grade spiritual weapon and activated his spiritual power. The green light of the flying sword in his hand trembled rapidly, and with a "swish" sound, it cut the ship's side.

With a "ding~~", Mars flashed everywhere.

The part that was cut was still smooth and there was no trace.

On the contrary, Yang Lei's arms were numb and he was stunned for a moment: "This is too hard."

"Do you look at your spiritual weapon?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yang Lei looked at the flying sword in his hand and found that there was a not very obvious gap on it.

"Ah!" Yang Lei was shocked and said in a disgusting manner: "The top-grade spiritual weapon in my hand is not as good as the materials you are doing this day sailing."

Chu Qiuran saw this situation in his eyes, was shocked and completely hit, feeling very shabby.

"I have a few top-quality spiritual weapons here, so I'll give them to you."

Yang Fan grabbed it casually, and found several top-quality spiritual weapons and threw them on the deck.

Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran's eyes shone brightly, and they quickly divided the top-quality spiritual weapons.

You should know that for low-level monks, top-grade spiritual weapons are the highest-level magic weapons, and most monks in the foundation-building stage rarely have a few.

Chu Qiuran only took two top-quality spiritual weapons and hurriedly thanked him, and was also a little embarrassed.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I have many such spiritual weapons, but they are all used as raw materials to temper the sky and sail."

"Raw materials..." Chu Qiuran suppressed the shock in his heart, his face twitched violently, and he stopped talking again in a silence.

He was afraid that the more he continued to talk, the more he felt shabby and his self-esteem would be hit.

It’s not that he deliberately wants to compete with Yang Fan. After all, the other party is a high-level strongman, so he doesn’t have the qualifications.

The problem is that decades ago, Yang Fan was still a young monk he looked down upon.

Whoosh-

The giant Tianxingzhou, carrying great pressure and momentum, took only a few hours to fly to Wupan Mountain.

This is the result of Yang Fan deliberately suppressing the speed, otherwise the speed could be faster.

"Oh my God...you see, what kind of flying magic weapon is that it is terrifying."

The monks on the Wupan rooftop exclaimed in surprise.

As the sky sail approaches, the powerful momentum and pressure give people a great visual impact.

Wupanshan is originally a large trading market, with enough monks.

When the boating pressure arrived that day, the place was in chaos.

"Quickly, go and inform the three leaders."

Soon a monk went to convey the order.

"My monk He Fang dared to come to my 'Wupanshan' to demonstrate, and he won't take it down for me!"

A young purple-haired foundation-building man who led a patrol shouted loudly from afar.

Swallows!

A total of twenty patrol monks rushed over at the first time, only spending more than a dozen breathing skills.

Yang Lei and Chu Qiuran couldn't help but be shocked. These patrol monks in Wupanshan were several times stronger than those of their own family.
Chapter completed!