The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist!

In front of the Diyuan Treasury, an old man was lying, his clothes were sloppy, his hair was messy, and he was still motionless in Korea. At first glance, he thought it was a corpse.

Fang Lin frowned. Who is this bad old man? Dare to lie here with such a thorn, does Zixia Zong have this character?

Fang Lin pouted, and walked past the old guy, before walking to the front door of the treasure house.

The treasure house of the place is located in a mountain, the gate is also made of mountain stone, and it is extremely magnificent. There are two women with swords standing on the door. They are graceful and lifelike, giving people an illusion, just like these two women with swords. I really want to fly down from the stone gate.

Fang Lin stared at the statue on the stone gate for a while, and could not help secretly surprised. This is definitely not an ordinary statue, but a defensive circle.

If someone wants to break into this treasure trove of characters, they will touch the formation on this stone gate, and these two sword-wielding women will truly manifest themselves, beheading all those who break hard.

It is extremely difficult to arrange this kind of magic circle, and depending on the age of this stone gate, at least it has been thousands of years. I think it should be that Zixia Sect had this treasure when it was created.

In the center of Shimen, there is a groove, Fang Lin took out the token that Han Luoyun handed him, and was preparing to put the token into that groove.

Suddenly, Leng Ding stretched out a dry arm from behind, grabbed the token, and snatched it away.

Fang Lin froze and looked back suddenly. It turned out that the bad old man who had just laid on the ground had snatched his token and looked at it curiously.

Fang Lin was angry, but in the mentality of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he still resisted the anger and said, "Master, give me the token."

Dirty old man's face was dirty, and his turbid eyes looked at Fang Lin, grinning: "Do you want to enter the treasure house?"

Fang Lin nodded.

Somehow the old man put the token in his arms and said, "No one can enter the treasure house without my permission."

Fang Lin rolled his eyes, who are you? Can't enter the treasure house without your permission?

"Sir, don't make trouble, give me the token." Fang Lin still smiled strongly.

The old man was grinning, and he hooked his hand at Fang Lin: "Come and fight with me. If you win, I will let you in."

With that said, the bad old man was in a posture, but it looked like an old monkey in any way.

Fang Lin was helpless and smiled bitterly: "Old man, I don't know who you are, but I really have something, and I don't have time to play with you."

The old man didn't speak, and punched Fang Lin directly.

Fang Lin saw that the old man's fist was slow and his footsteps were still trembling. He didn't take it seriously at all, and took two steps back to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, this bad old man suddenly punched and accelerated, and suddenly his body came to Fang Lin,

At the next moment, Fang Lin was knocked to the ground with a punch, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted, almost spitting out blood.

"Your uncle's!" Fang Lin scolded. The old guy had hidden himself, and was immediately annoyed. He rushed towards the bad old man.

Then, Fang Lin was knocked over by the ground again. This time it was even worse. His nose was beaten by the old guy.

Fang Lin covered his nose, half of his face was covered with blood, and stared at the bad old man in fright.

"Young man, why are you so weak? Can't even beat me as an old man?" said Lin, who looked down on the old man.

In addition to the angry look on Fang Lin's face, there is no trace of contempt. Although this old man looks like he wants to eat, the strength of this body is not weak.

In particular, the kung fu on the fist and foot is even more powerful, even if the old man does not use his inner strength, hitting himself is like dealing with a three-year-old child.

"I don't know who is the senior? The younger is a true disciple of Zixia, the disciple of the master Han Luoyun. He also hopes that the senior will raise his hand and don't embarrass the younger." Fang Lin said with a fist.

Seeing that the old man could not be beaten, Fang Lin also became soft.

Unexpectedly, this bad old man didn't look at Fang Lin at all, and lay down on the ground by himself.

"You can't beat me, you can't enter this treasure house." The old man muttered, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Fang Lin was mad, but he was not reconciled to let him go so far. They all arrived in front of the treasure trove. They couldn’t get in because the old man didn’t go in. That’s not too stupid.

No wonder, when he asked Han Luoyun for the token, Han Luoyun's face was filled with a deep smile, and it turned out that he was here waiting for me.

"Senior senior, with your strength, even if I practice for another ten years, I can't beat you, can't be so embarrassed junior." Fang Lin said with a bitter face.

The old man's eyes didn't open, he said disdainfully: "That's because you are too weak."

Fang Lin was speechless. If I were strong enough, I would have buried your old man alive long ago. Do I still need to use such a low profile to make nonsense with you?

"I didn't use the inner strength of the old man, but just made two strokes with you. You are so unbearable. I really don't know how the disciples of Zixia Zong are so weak now?" said the old man with disdain.

Fang Lin scolded and said, "Please give me advice!"

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This day was the most miserable day since Fang Lin was reborn. He was beaten to the ground by the bad old man and did not know how many times.

Some Zixia Sect disciples and elders passing by here were stunned. What is Fang Lin doing? Looking for abuse?

Very few people knew who the old man was. When he saw this scene, his expression changed greatly, and he hurried away.

Those who do not know the truth, looked at this scene curiously, especially seeing Fang Lin being abused by the old man.

"Who is this old man? It's so good."

"The strength of Fang Lindiyuan Qizhong is not at all an opponent of the old man."

"Let's Zixia Zong, are there such powerful people?"

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Everyone was amazed~~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Lin is very outstanding among the disciples, but in the face of the old man, he is as weak as a child, especially if the old man has not used it at all Jin, this is simply incredible.

Fang Lin was beaten down again, the whole person was embarrassed and his nose was blue and swollen.

"Too weak." The old man shook his head, disdainful.

Fang Lin struggled to get up, rushed over again, and was naturally knocked down again.

"Go practice for another twenty years, then maybe you can win another." The old man said lazily.

Fang Lin raised his head, although his face was green and swollen, but a smile appeared.

"Boy, are you stupid? Are you still silly?" The old man squinted at Fang Lin, his expression suddenly froze.

Fang Lin laughed: "Old Senior, offend!"