I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

Ma Weihao felt as if he were trapped in an endless quagmire, each step heavy and difficult. At this moment, he was straining his nerves to resist Lin Fan's relentless onslaught.

Lin Fan unleashed his "Returning Sword Technique," each stroke carrying a terrifying force that struck Ma Weihao's vital points. Every time the sword's edge touched Ma Weihao's arm, it felt like it had been struck by lightning, and numbness instantly spread throughout his body.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Ma Weihao's knuckles could no longer bear the weight and cracked. Bright red blood flowed down the hilt of the sword, dripping onto the dust, appearing particularly glaring.

"You are so arrogant! I thought you were so powerful!" Lin Fan raised his lips with a scornful smile, and the long sword in his hand shone with a faint glow under the wrapping of khaki spiritual power.

He exerted force suddenly, and the sword penetrated deeply into the ground, stirring up ripples of dust. His tone was full of disdain and ridicule for Ma Weihao's strength.

"You..." Ma Weihao's fingers trembled as he pointed at Lin Fan, his eyes blazing with anger, as if he wanted to devour the other person.

"You're looking for death!" He gritted his teeth, his voice low and threatening, completely ignoring the bloody wound on his palm. In anger, he yanked the strap of the spatial equipment at his waist and pulled out a simple hammer.

The hammer looks broken and rusty, as if it has gone through countless hardships and has long lost its former glory.

However, what was surprising was that there were strands of lightning wrapped around the hammer. Those lightning were violent and blazing, but miraculously did not hurt Ma Weihao at all.

This is no ordinary object, but a magical tool from ancient times, which contains a power that cannot be underestimated.

It was once a protective treasure given to Ma Weihao by the leader of the Mingyue Sect to save his life in times of danger. Now, at this critical moment, it was finally taken out by Ma Weihao angrily, ready for the upcoming fierce battle.

"Boy, you're quite good for forcing me to take out the Thunder Hammer. However, to get ahead in this world, you need power. I'm the candidate for the leader of the Mingyue Sect. It's a blessing for you to have the ancient treasure bestowed by the sect."

"Thunder Hammer... go..."

After Ma Weihao finished speaking, the war hammer in his hand, which embodied the power of heaven and earth, suddenly broke through the silence of the night and rushed straight towards Lin Fan's head like a meteor chasing the moon.

It hovered above Lin Fan's forehead, and the lightning wrapped around it moved freely, flashing a heart-pounding light.

Facing this overwhelming force, a faint smile appeared on Lin Fan's face.

On the opposite side, Lin Fan smiled when he heard Ma Weihao's words.

baby....

Compared to him, he may not know that his father is able to mass-produce treasures!

As his thoughts flowed, Lin Fan moved lightly and slowly pulled out a small bottle from the jade-like pendant.

This bottle is pure white, with a lotus painted all over it. The lotus seems to contain the spirit of life, and is about to break free from the constraints of the glaze and dance gracefully under the night sky.

He raised his hand gently, and the bottle drew an elegant arc in the air, and finally landed steadily next to the war hammer not far away, with the mouth of the bottle facing it. There seemed to be an invisible bond between the two, each emitting a dazzling and extraordinary light, reflecting each other in the night, forming a breathtaking picture.

"thunder..."

Although seeing Lin Fan throw out a bottle, which looked extraordinary, for him, even a treasure could not compare to the ancient magic weapon in his hand.

Ma Weihao steadily inserted the spear in his hand into the ground under his feet. In an instant, the spiritual power in his body surged like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and every movement contained an ancient and mysterious power.

Above the sky, the thunder hammer seemed to respond to his call, and the thunder wrapped around it began to dance violently. The light was extremely dazzling, like the scorching sun in the sky, forcing everyone present to squint their eyes involuntarily to avoid being hurt by the dazzling light.

"Boom——"

Accompanied by deafening thunder, a thick bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, heading straight for Lin Fan.

However, at this critical moment, something strange happened.

The small bottle floating above Lin Fan's head suddenly trembled, and an indescribable suction force surged out from the mouth of the bottle, swallowing everything around it like a black hole.

The originally unstoppable thunder was pulled away from its original trajectory the moment it came into contact with the suction force, and slowly converged towards the small bottle.

This scene is both weird and shocking, making people hold their breath and stare at it involuntarily, for fear of missing any details.

Ma Weihao frowned slightly, as if he was bearing an invisible pressure.

His hands once again formed hand seals swiftly and precisely, and every movement revealed a determination and strength that should not be underestimated.

At this moment, the thunder hammer seemed to be given new life, and suddenly burst into dazzling light in the night sky.

Under the pouring moonlight, a huge, illusory war hammer slowly took shape in the sky. It was exactly the same as the physical war hammer below, majestic and full of power.

"fall……"

Ma Weihao's deep and powerful voice, like an ancient command, penetrates the night and strikes people's hearts.

Following this order, the illusory war hammer suspended in the sky suddenly fell towards Lin Fan's head with a momentum like a tsunami.

Wherever its trajectory passed, the space seemed to be torn apart by this irresistible force, rippling layers of delicate ripples, like a calm lake being hit by a huge rock.

An indescribable terrifying aura surged towards the ground like a mountain pressing down on one's head. Even the air was trembling under this force.

The ground beneath Lin Fan's feet actually began to tremble slightly under this pressure, and tiny cracks quietly spread, as if even the earth was afraid of the impending heavy blow.

"call out..."

A wisp of spiritual energy leaped out from Lin Fan's palm and lightly touched the flawless white bottle, as if igniting some dormant magic.

The green lotus pattern engraved on the bottle body instantly glowed with dazzling light, as if given life, winding and stretching in all directions like a vine, and finally blooming into a giant lotus covering the sky and the sun in the void, gorgeous and solemn.

At this moment, a huge war hammer roared down from nothingness, carrying the power to destroy the world, and headed straight for Lin Fan.

However, the giant blooming lotus stood firmly above Lin Fan's head like a loyal guardian, transforming into an indestructible spiritual shield, gently and firmly blocking the shocking blow.

This scene is both thrilling and filled with an indescribable magical beauty, as if it is a magnificent poem interwoven with nature and spiritual power.