The old handsome guy was full of confidence and gave him a shot of cardiotonic.
Jiang Fan was relieved, "So, from now on, the Thirteen Swords of Moving Clouds should be renamed the Thirteen Swords of Moving Clouds and Flowing Waters?"
"Aren't you going to talk too much!" the old handsome guy said disdainfully: "Isn't the Thirteen Swords of Shuiyun delicious?"
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He really didn't know how to name someone, look at his style.
Wuhen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "It's defective."
The old handsome guy was stunned: "Defect?"
Wuhen said: "Your character flaw is that you are too casual and freehand. But water is soft around the fingers, but also has supreme strength. The Flowing Water Sword Art draws water continuously and cuts continuously, but it lacks the fierceness and intensity. And if the two can change at will, then you will be very free. If you suddenly stab Fengchen's chest with a sudden burst of fierce sword energy, even if it is protected by precious armor, it may not be able to completely injure Fengchen."
The old handsome guy was stunned, lost in thought for a while.
Although Wuhen's cultivation was damaged, his vision and martial arts realm still existed, and he pointed out his shortcomings to the point.
When the aroma of grilled fish began to fill the air, Yu Heng also woke up.
Jiang Fan was not completely unharmed. This time Yuheng Xingjun, Chai Lao and Kuangshi were all injured to varying degrees, but with the elixirs of Sun Daotong and Dan Tianshi, they were not seriously injured. The most seriously injured person was Yuheng Xingjun, who was sneakily attacked by the hanged ghost. Just now I have been sitting cross-legged with my eyes closed and doing the exercises to release the power of the medicine.
"How do you feel?" Jiang Fan asked with concern.
Yu Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing serious, but I'm afraid I need to rest for a while."
Jiang Fan said: "Kun Xingjun, please return as soon as possible. I have arrangements for the future."
Yu Heng is a generous person to begin with, and is not pretentious: "That's fine, it's easy to expose your identity if I'm always around you."
Jiang Fan said: "That hanged ghost is really powerful. Last time we were in Huchi Mountain, I found that this person is extraordinary. He can reach many holy realms by himself, as long as there are enough corpses."
Sun Daotong pondered for a moment: "He is very similar to a sect in the mountains of Xiangzhou, a member of the corpse refining sect. However, there are more than one corpse puppets that can be trained to the holy realm. I am afraid that this guy is hiding his strength. There are many capable people in the secret court. .”
"Is it difficult to refine a holy corpse puppet?" Jiang Fan was very interested in this guy.
"It's not just difficult. Normally, one person can control up to two corpse puppets of the same realm. If you are in the Earth Immortal realm, you can have more, but it won't double. This old guy brought four at a time, and they were all in the Holy realm. This person’s cultivation is at least at the peak of the Great Saint Realm, but his combat prowess seems to be a little off..."
"This person is a close friend." One person acting is equivalent to the Great Sage plus four saints who are not afraid of death, which is a bit too scary.
"Refining corpses harms the harmony of heaven and violates human ethics. I will take the time to get rid of him." Sun Daotong has never had a good impression of this evil sect, and he can be ruthless in his attacks.
Jiang Fan completely agrees with this. Last time he visited Chishan, he felt that this old guy was very annoying, and he had this idea for a long time.
Especially this time, both of them were injured in his hands. The corpse energy entered their bodies and required a long time to recover, which made Jiang Fan's murderous intention even more serious.
"The Underworld Sect also seems to know how to refine corpses. Is there any connection between the two?"
Jiang Fan thought deeply.
Sun Daotong shook his head, "I haven't seen the specific techniques, so it's hard to judge. However, the methods of corpse refining all come from the mountains of Xiangzhou. It is very likely that they have the same roots."
Wuhen said slowly: "Boy, what are you hiding behind your back?"
His sudden inquiry made Jiang Fan stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Wuhen said: "I have felt a heavy Yin Qi in you. Last time you were in Moling, a red figure was chased by me. This time...I accidentally discovered that the red shadow appeared again and swallowed Killed a corpse puppet."
Jiang Fan was immediately surprised: "Is there such a thing?"
Wuhen said: "There is someone behind you, isn't it your arrangement?"
Jiang Fan quickly shook his head: "There is definitely someone, but there is definitely no big red shadow, and there is no one with a strong yin energy. Elder, are you not blinded?"
Wuhen snorted coldly: "My best thing is my vision."
Jiang Fan was immediately puzzled.
"Boy, what he said is right. It should be the same as the red shadow I am chasing this time. I don't know if it is a human, but the Yin Qi in the red cloud is unprecedentedly heavy and very evil. If it is a human, its cultivation has reached an extremely terrifying state. , if it’s not your manpower, be careful.”
Jiang Fan felt a little sweaty now. What was it that they were talking about that was so evil and that the two super masters had not taken down? Is it hiding next to yourself? Or are you following yourself? Why haven't you found anything?
Are they human? Or a ghost?
Just when he was feeling frightened and inexplicable, Meng Chanjuan also frowned: "No wonder I think you have a lot of yin energy..."
Jiang Fan suddenly remembered that this guy liked to rub himself against him at that time. Could it be related to this?
The woodcutter also seemed to remember something. He reminded him of it when he was on the boat, and Jiang Fan also remembered it at the same time.
For a moment, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. He couldn't help but turn his head and look back. Of course, there was nothing.
However, when talking about this feeling of cold sweat on the back of his spine, Jiang Fan felt that it had been a long time ago, as if he had experienced it before going to Huchi Mountain.
Hearing that he had been feeling cold and cold for a long time, all the elders concluded that there must be something evil following him.
"No matter what it is, it may not be around you, but it may be chasing your breath. If there is anything on your body that attracts foreign objects, check it out yourself."
"As for whether it has any ill intentions towards you, it's hard to say now, but if it is true that this thing has been following you for a long time but has not done any harm to you, it is very likely that it wants something else."
"Despite the cultivation of several seniors, they were not able to catch them. Why are they so scary..."
Jiang Fan's face turned pale and he hesitated.
"I can only sense the opportunity of living people. If it is a dead person like a corpse puppet, I will not be able to sense it."
Wuhen said.
This time Mr. Jiang was even more frightened.
"It can't be, corpse puppet..."
"There is a corpse puppet, but it was swallowed by the red shadow. From this point of view, it may not have any ill intentions towards you."
"Perhaps... one of your female ghosts has fallen in love with the young master?" Meng Chanjuan also turned a little pale and said with a guilty conscience.
Jiang Fan was speechless: "Okay, you still want to join in the fun."
Meng Chanjuan was quite serious: "Young master is loved by everyone, even the mountains and seas and strange beasts are close to him when he sees him. It's not surprising that he attracts ghosts..."
"Well, that makes sense..." Several old men looked at each other and slightly agreed.
Jiang Fan:......
"Okay, stop talking, why do I feel so cold..."
Jiang Fan shrank his neck and said with a wry smile.
"It's impossible not to say anything. This thing is too weird. We must figure it out." Sun Daotong pinched his chin and said.
