In my own eyes, a first-level master has a halo behind his head.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, first-level masters are no different from masters of the Divine Origin Realm.

What's different is what's on the inside.

The Gang Qi is mixed with immortal spiritual will, which is very difficult to consume. A person below the first level will be killed by the Gang Qi of a first-level master.

Unless there is help from a master, there is no chance of survival.

This is where the importance of being a first-class master lies.

In a sect without a first-grade master, a disciple is injured by a first-grade master and can only wait to die, unable to save him.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything, I'll just watch." Lin Feiyang knew how powerful a first-level master was, so of course he wouldn't cause trouble.

Fakong nodded: "Go."

"Monk, aren't you going?" Lin Feiyang asked in surprise.

Fakong said: "I'll go there after a while."

"Okay, I'm going." Lin Feiyang couldn't bear to be curious and smiled at Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo: "Little Zhou Yang, little Qingluo, you two practice hard, you see, there is a lot of excitement now and you can't even go and see it.

, let’s go.”

His proud smile disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Yang sighed and glanced at Faning.

Fanning was immediately embarrassed.

He was disliked by his apprentice. Apparently he blamed himself for not becoming a first-class master and unable to take him to see the fun.

Don’t you know that becoming a first-class player requires not only qualifications, but also luck and time?

But it's useless to tell him this now.

Fakong's eyes became as deep as a bottomless ancient pool, and he looked faintly in the direction of the South City Gate, and saw Huiling and Zhiyuan flying out of the South City Gate and continuing south.

I saw them coming to a mountain forest, then entering a village, and then saw three old men from Master Murong coming out to greet them.

The three old men, Master Murong, all looked pale and their injuries were not yet healed. They stared coldly at Monk Huiling and Monk Zhiyuan, their faces becoming increasingly ugly.

They discovered the difference between monk Huiling and monk Zhiyuan. They had recovered from their injuries and seemed to have never been injured.

However, the three of them were still seriously injured, and so far they have not been able to dispel Monk Zhiyuan's palm power.

Feitian Temple's martial arts emphasizes purity, not only the aura is pure, but the spirit is also pure. It is very difficult to destroy it.

"Hey, old thief Murong, today is your day to die!" Monk Huiling shouted, "Suffer death!"

He pounced directly on Master Murong.

I have long disliked Master Murong and have always wanted to deal with him, but unfortunately he is no match for Master Murong.

This time, Master Murong was injured, which was his best chance to vent all his cowardice in the past!

He was so proud when he thought of this, the Great Vajra Palm had turned golden and collided with Master Murong's Guiji Palm.

"Bang!" The two of them collided like balls, each bouncing away.

Then the muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang" was heard endlessly, like a ball colliding again and again and bouncing away again and again.

The Great Vajra Palm is extremely yang and extremely strong, fierce and unparalleled.
Chapter completed!