"I've always been a little afraid of you. Now it seems that I've looked down on you."

Ling Zhi raised his lips and sneered.

"What can you do if you have this ancestral weapon now? It is naturally extremely difficult to refine and cultivate the natal weapon. When your cultivation level does not reach its peak, it is difficult to truly exert the power of the natal weapon."

"But I always feel that people like you and me must enter that final realm. At that time, if there is no new realm on our heads and no weapons from other stronger people for you to use, what should you do?"

"When I reach that level, the sword in my hand is the strongest sword in the world. What about you? Find another sword in someone else's hand?"

Ling Zhi said a few words in a row, and his contempt for Zuo Junfan was beyond words.

Zuo Junbufan was really stopped by his words, but he still forcibly defended, "Who do you think you are? You deserve to be compared with me and step into the most powerful state together?"

"I am the only one who can set foot in the most powerful realm. At that time, when I fight with you humble people, how can I need the strongest weapon? The natal weapon I have refined casually is the strongest weapon."

"Oh?" Ling Zhi raised his eyebrows. Zuo Junbufan was obviously making a point of reasoning. Weapons are the second life of warriors. How could he allow him to look down on it so much? His eyes moved and he suddenly laughed, "Well, no matter what you think and do, you are just a boy who gives money anyway."

"Tell me, I haven't seen you for so long. You have been wandering outside for so long and have run into the starry sky. Have you accumulated a lot of good things again?" Ling Zhi hooked his finger to Zuo Junbufan and smiled.

"You, a foul disciple of Luoye Sect, are now the sect leader, who is willing to demote yourself and teach you a lesson. As for your things, I will regard them as a filial piety to me."

Zuo Junbufan naturally could not have looked down on Luoye Sect, but perhaps because he grew up from Luoye Sect and was the senior brother of Luoye Sect. In fact, he had always subconsciously thought that he would become the leader of Luoye Sect and successfully let Tianta recognize him as the main.

However, since Ling Zhi appeared, he not only failed to become the leader of Luoye Sect, but also lost his position as the eldest brother of Luoye Sect.

As for the Sky Tower, he was driven out early. He had been looking forward to entering the Sky Tower for many years, and made the Sky Tower recognize him as the main one, but suddenly it was ruined.

These are all his hatred for Ling Zhi, one of the strongest reasons.

At this moment, when he heard Ling Zhi mention such words and the humiliation he suffered back then, Zuo Junbufan's eyes instantly filled with anger.

Compared with Zuo Junfan, who confronted the true dragon in the six realms of reincarnation, Zuo Junbofan in front of Ling Zhi had a human touch.

That is, the emotional fluctuations that humans should have.

The war is about to break out.

Ling Zhi held the blood-crying sword and stood up with the ancestral weapon in Zuo Junbufan's hand.

The two intersect each other, the murderous intent of the Crying Blood Sword and the secret sneak attack of the White Sword were exactly the right and the other. From the first moment of the collision, they were destined to be natural enemies.

After the Blood-Crying Sword devoured the bones of the Ancestral Saint's hand, it stepped into the level of the top half-ancestral weapon. This time, it swallowed the top-quality ore that was made on the Medicine Mining Star, and its strength was much higher. Relying on the precise control of the Blood-Crying Sword Spirit and the increase in the natal weapon in Lingzhi's hands, it was actually quite comparable to the ancestral weapon in Zuo Junbufan's hands.

Although sometimes it is suppressed by the abdomen of the Ancestral Saint Realm of the Ancestral Artifact, the aura that then rises from the inside of the Blood-Crying Sword often shakes the ancestral artifact in Zuo Junbufan's hand and hits it aside.

As the Blood-Crying Sword becomes more powerful, its essential top level of Kunlun Holy Relic is gradually recovering.

All of this is extremely normal.

Just imagine, if there is no such foundation, how can we accommodate the water from the blue sky and fallen yellow spring in the nine heavens and suppress it within the sword body?

It must be better from the fundamental nature.

Feeling the power of the blood-crying sword in Ling Zhi's hand, the longer he could not defeat him, the more he looked unfair.

Ling Zhi held his natal half-ancestral weapon and competed with his ancestral weapon. He naturally overturned his just-remarks and slapped him in the face.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and Zuo Junbufan suddenly gave up his defense, gave up his conservative style of play, and adopted a fierce attack.

The power in his body was frantically poured into the ancestral weapon. The power of the ancestral weapon was so great that it headed straight for Ling Zhi. Under the blood-wailing sword, he himself did not retreat but advanced, and actually headed straight for Ling Zhi.

"I use the three great divine liquids in the world to temper my body. My body is almost saint. Today I will let you see the difference between us." Zuo Junbufan snorted, and he always looked down on Ling Zhi in his heart.

He looked down on anyone else, either.

It is difficult for others to find a drop of divine liquid. Ling Zhi has only obtained a pool of milk from the earth. Most of the essence is used to repair the broken Heavenly Dao Monument, the word "Zhen" stele.

The remaining milk of the earth is also some diluted divine liquid. Although it is still powerful, it is somewhat far-fetched to the word "Divine Liquid".

However, Zuo Junbufan got a pond like a divine liquid pool, and it was also a gathering of three divine liquids. It is difficult for outsiders to imagine and understand the wonderful changes that occurred.

How can people like him respect those little warriors who may have to pay the price of their lives for a elixir to snatch and fight for it?

It is precisely because of this kind of pride from the heart that he has always gritted his teeth for Ling Zhi to defeat him and defeat him.

"Fight in close combat?" Ling Zhi raised his eyebrows and looked at Zuo Junbufan with some surprise. At the same time, he threw the Blood-Crying Sword out without thinking and fought with the ancestral weapon rushing from the sky.

And he himself went straight to Zuo Junbufan.

Ling Zhi's physical body has always been stronger than people of the same realm, but often, some people who are a greater realm higher than him may not have to be stronger than him.

The previous eight destiny and six dragon refining technique made him invincible between physical and artistic realm.

Then, he got the help of the Huntian Furnace and successfully achieved the physical constitution of the innate body, communicated with the power of heaven and earth, obtained the innate fire of the Qingyang Furnace, tempered the body, and looked down upon it.

When entering the realm of the Holy King, his body is like opening up the heaven and earth, reincarnation and rotation, giving birth to Xuanhuang, leading Xuanhuang into the body, and achieving Xuanhuang's immortal body.
Chapter completed!