Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Han Feiyang said, "Fellow Daoist Lin! We were brought here because Zheng Jian couldn't find you. He was desperate and joined forces with his uncle to bring us out of Xuanling Sect and bring us to his private execution room in the mansion."

"I'm sorry! I've caused you trouble."

Lin Han felt a little guilty.

"Eh? Fellow Daoist Lin, you're being too polite. It's not a matter of involving me. This is the law of the jungle in the world of cultivating immortals. We're not surprised by it anymore." Han Feiyang sighed.

"Friend Han is still the one who thinks things through." Lin Han smiled bitterly, picked up a whip, and then glanced at the three servants.

Suddenly, the three servants were so frightened that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. They kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Master, you have your grievances to pay. Go find the eldest master. It has nothing to do with us!"

"Friend Han, I imagine those three had some personal feelings when they hit you, so don't go easy on them."

Lin Han sneered and handed the whip to Han Feiyang.

"Okay! Fellow Daoist Lin!"

Han Feiyang took the whip.

"You guys gave me a good beating just now! I'll let you have a taste of it too!"

As he spoke, Han Feiyang swung the whip and lashed directly at the three servants.

"Ah! Spare my life!..."

"Crackling..."

After a while.

Han Feiyang stretched his body and said, "It feels so good!"

The three servants were covered in blood and fainted from the pain.

"Friend Han, take the whip, let's go out. It's not over yet. There is an old friend outside." Lin Han's mouth curled up.

"Oh... yes, and Zheng Jian!" Han Feiyang said, gripping the whip tightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

……

At the gate of the mansion.

The three elders were staring at the Zheng father and son.

Zheng Youming was terrified, "Three elders! What are you doing?..."

"Zheng Youming, you are really lawless. You actually dared to sneak into the mansion and capture several of Fellow Daoist Lin's friends. You are so bold!" The elder in white robe said calmly, and then exuded the power of the late Jindan period.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Zheng Youming was intimidated by the elder in the white robe and was gasping for breath.

"Shh."

A figure appeared beside Zheng Youming and immediately dissipated the pressure.

"Second Uncle!" Zheng Jian was delighted.

"Zheng Youwen!" The elder in white robe frowned.

"What's going on! Who did this!" Zheng Youwen looked around and saw that half of the houses were razed to the ground. He suddenly became furious.

"I did it!"

At this time, Lin Han, Han Feiyang and others walked over leisurely.

"Second Uncle, that's who did it!"

Zheng Jian gritted his teeth and pointed at Lin Han who was walking slowly towards him.

"Master Zheng, now that you have a backer, are you starting to show off?" Lin Han stopped, smiled faintly, and gestured with his hand to Han Feiyang and the others to stop.

Zheng Youwen's face was gloomy. "So it's you! You really gave me a hard time looking for you."

"Yes! That's right! My name is Lin Feiyu!" Lin Han looked calm.

"Zheng Youwen, don't act rashly!"

"Shhhhh!"

Three elders appeared in front of Lin Han to protect him.

Zheng Youwen said in a deep voice: "Three elders, do you really want to intervene?"

The elder in white robes said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Lin is a distinguished guest of my Xuanbao Pavilion. I urge you to consider this matter carefully!"

Zheng Youwen snorted coldly, "I will definitely kill this arrogant boy! I advise the three elders not to stand in my way. Behind me is someone from one of the three great holy lands—the Kunwu Holy Land!"

"Kunwu Holy Land." The three elders were stunned.

"Three elders, let me handle the personal grudge between him and me." Lin Han stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Lin! He is in the late Jindan stage!..." The elder in the white robe frowned slightly and persuaded.

Lin Han waved his hands, "It's okay! He's not my opponent yet!"

Zheng Youwen laughed out loud, "Hahahaha...am I still not your opponent?"

"Arrogant boy, you're probably still asleep, talking in your sleep with your eyes closed!"

Lin Han smiled faintly and said, "Let's decide the winner with just one move!"

"Right on my mind!"

As he spoke, Zheng Youwen soared into the air and shouted, "Sword!"

"whoosh"

A long sword flew out from the storage ring and hovered behind him.

"Three Phantom Swords!"

"go with!"

Zheng Youwen's long sword transformed into three long swords, swooping down from the air and shooting towards Lin Han at a rapid speed.

"The Heaven-Destroying Finger!"

A golden light shot out from Lin Han's fingers and aimed at the three long swords flying towards him at a rapid speed.

"boom!"

The three swords collided with the golden light, and suddenly there was an explosion in the air! Then the three swords were directly annihilated by the golden light, without even a slag left.

"Ah! My supreme spiritual sword!"

Zheng Youwen was stunned!

"Sorry! I lost your treasure!" Lin Han smiled embarrassedly.

"Boy! I'm going to grind you into ashes!"

Zheng Youwen gritted his teeth, gathered energy in his hands, and swung a palm towards Lin Han's face, vowing to blow his head off.

"Mysterious Sky Palm!"

"Go to hell!"

When the attack was only half a meter away from Lin Han,

In a corner, an old man was about to take action.

however,

Next second,

"Heaven-defying Hand!"

Lin Han waved his hand lightly, and the attack dissipated in an instant. Then, Zheng Youwen was seen being firmly grasped in the air by a huge golden hand.

He struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the tighter the grip became. In an instant, his face turned the color of liver due to the pinching of the big hands.

Lin Han glanced at him and said with a faint smile: "You lose!"

at this time,

"enough!"

A loud shout! Then a figure appeared out of thin air in the air. It was a middle-aged man. He exuded a tremendous momentum and stared at Lin Han with cold eyes.

Seeing the person coming, Lin Han frowned slightly, "Middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

"Deputy Sect Leader, save me!"

Zheng Youming, who was being pinched by a huge golden hand, saw the person coming and asked for help.

The middle-aged man looked stern. He glanced at Lin Han and ordered coldly, "Let him go! I'll spare your life!"

At this moment,

"Shh!"

A figure appeared above Lin Han, it was a sixty-year-old man.

"Another Nascent Soul stage!" Lin Han was shocked.

The three elders exclaimed in surprise when they saw the old man: "This is the deputy pavilion master's guard!"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at the sixty-year-old man in front of him, and his heart trembled. "Late Nascent Soul Stage!"

The old man said calmly: "He, you can't move. If you move, you will die!"

The middle-aged man was startled and quickly bowed, "Senior, excuse me for asking you to ask that young man to release my Third Elder!"

The old man looked indifferent: "Are you asking me to do something?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful pressure came towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was having difficulty breathing due to the pressure.

Immediately,

Lin Han retracted his golden hand, and then Zheng Youwen fell straight down from the air and hit the ground heavily with a "bang".

The old man withdrew his pressure, and the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior! I'm sorry!" The middle-aged man bowed and apologized.

Lin Han walked up to the father and son and smiled jokingly, "Master Zheng, it seems that your last hope is gone."

"Grandpa Feiyu, I know I was wrong. Please let me go!" Zheng Jian trembled all over and begged for mercy.

"I have no problem with that, but there's someone who should like you very much." Lin Han said with a smile.

"Ah? Who is it?" Zheng Jian looked around nervously and asked.

Lin Han pointed at Han Feiyang who was holding a whip beside him.

"Haha, things change! Master Zheng!"

Han Feiyang sneered and came to Zheng Jian with a whip.

"Ah! Han Feiyang!" Zheng Jian's pupils suddenly shrank.

………………