the other side.
After Lin Fan saw Zhang Wuji chasing Wei Yixiao, he stood up and followed him.
After entering the woods, he followed Zhang Wuji from a distance.
Looking forward, he saw Zhang Wuji running through the woods at extremely fast pace.
Although Zhang Wuji has not learned any advanced Qinggong, the internal strength of the Nine Yangs is extraordinary. When it comes to running like this, few in the world can match it in terms of speed.
Further forward, there is a blue-gray figure. Although it is carrying one person, its speed is only faster than Zhang Wuji.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself: "Wei Yixiao's training went wrong back then. He was poisoned by cold. He could only use 50% of his strength, otherwise his speed would be a few points faster."
Lin Fan followed behind him from a distance, very relaxed and comfortable.
But he saw Wei Yixiao's body moving left and right, up and down, and swept five or six feet. Although there were thorns and trees covering him, it had no effect on Wei Yixiao.
On the other hand, Zhang Wuji chased in a straight line, never turning around unless he encountered obstacles such as big trees, and everything he passed was a mess.
This is the wonder of the Nine Yang Divine Art to protect the body. Otherwise, Zhang Wuji would have suffered an external injury long ago.
Zhang Wuji chased all the way, but could not catch up with Wei Yixiao. Thinking that Wei Yixiao sucked human blood, he became more and more anxious.
While chasing, he shouted: "Wei Yixiao, let Zhuer go quickly."
"Hahaha, little baby, you have extraordinary inner strength, but it's a pity that you haven't learned Qing Gong. If you want to catch up with the old bat, you should go home and practice for a few more years!"
Wei Yixiao laughed loudly, and then roared again, his figure suddenly accelerated, and he instantly threw Zhang Wuji far away.
Zhang Wuji was greatly worried, and the Nine Yang Magic was operating at full strength. The heat wave rolled around his body, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees showed signs of withering.
It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't catch up with Wei Yixiao.
Lin Fan shook his head when he saw this situation.
It seems that Zhang Wuji needs his own help.
Let Zhang Wuji owe him a favor so that he can conquer the other party in the future.
Think of this.
Lin Fan tapped his foot lightly and swept forward dozens of feet in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji was shocked when he saw Lin Fan suddenly appeared: "You..."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "You can't catch up with Wei Yixiao like this."
After that, Zhang Wuji was mentioned.
The figure swept forward instantly, extremely fast.
But Zhang Wuji was shocked at this time.
Because, he actually felt the internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Art from Lin Fan's body that had the same origin as his own.
Zhang Wuji's mind was a little confused for a while, and he couldn't figure it out. Apart from himself, there was someone else in this world who knew the Nine Yang Magic Art?
You must know that this Nine-Yang Divine Skill was only obtained by chance.
Could it be that the other party also went to the bottom of the cliff and found the Nine Yang Manual that he had buried?
While Zhang Wuji was thinking wildly, Lin Fan was holding him up and using his full strength to perform Snow Stepping without Traces. The speed was truly terrifying.
In a few breaths, he had already caught up with Wei Yixiao.
Wei Yixiao felt something in his heart, and when he turned his head to look, he was so frightened that he lost his soul.
He considers himself to be the best in the world in Qinggong, but there are people who can easily catch up with him.
Are you kidding me?
But at this moment, Wei Yixiao's figure suddenly stagnated and fell straight down.
He fell to the ground with a thud, and curled up into a ball. His face was pale and shivering, but the cold poison in his body was taking effect...
And Zhuer was also thrown aside.
"Zhuer!"
Zhang Wuji was very anxious when he saw this.
Lin Fan put it down, and Zhang Wuji hurriedly ran to Zhu'er. He was relieved when he saw that Zhu'er had just passed out.
"This young man."
Zhang Wuji looked at Lin Fan, a look of gratitude flashed on his face: "Thank you very much for your help. I am Zeng Aniu. I am deeply grateful."
Lin Fan smiled when he heard this: "You're welcome, you and I have some connections, so we should help you."
Lin Fan obtained the scriptures buried by Zhang Wuji, which was regarded as accepting Zhang Wuji's love.
Therefore, I also have a good impression of Zhang Wuji.
Moreover, for the sake of the system's tasks, Zhang Wuji also had to help.
"Don't you know the name of the young master?"
Zhang Wuji couldn't help but admire Lin Fan when he saw that he was almost the same age as him but his martial arts was so powerful.
"Lin Fan." Lin Fan smiled.
"It turns out to be Mr. Lin."
Zhang Wuji was a little curious and asked, "I wonder what the origin Mr. Lin is talking about?"
He had many questions on his mind.
But he and Lin Fan didn't know each other, so it wasn't easy to ask him rashly.
Lin Fan smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly he felt a chill in his heart and moved a few feet to the side in an instant.
At this moment, a big bag fell from the sky,
Zhang Wuji was immediately put into it.
If Lin Fan hadn't felt this in his heart, he might have fallen into this bag.
Qiankun is a bag of air!
Budai monk, I can’t say!
This Budai monk is a good friend of Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King, one of the four great guardians of the Ming Cult.
He is good at using cloth bags to surprise enemies and has captured many masters with this technique.
This thought flashed through Lin Fan's mind, and he saw a great monk, stretching out his hand to tie the bag tightly, resisting it, and ran away quickly.
Lin Fan sighed inwardly: "This can be regarded as Zhang Wuji's opportunity."
That Qiankun Qi bag is made of special material and is invulnerable to water and fire, as well as invulnerable to swords and guns.
In the original work, Zhang Wuji used this Qiankun Qi bag to open all the entrances around him, thus greatly increasing his power.
This can be regarded as an opportunity for him.
Lin Fan glanced at Wei Yixiao, who was curled up in a ball and about to freeze, and sighed: "Wei Yixiao, they all say that your Mingjiao is about loyalty, but now it seems that your Mingjiao is not good at it either. Those Wusan people can't tell, seeing you lying on the ground Here, instead of reaching out to help someone, they just run away after grabbing someone."
Wei Yixiao also cursed in his heart, "I can't tell you." He's such a bitch and has no sense of loyalty.
After he recovers, I must suck a few mouthfuls of his blood.
Unfortunately, at this time, he was suffering from cold poison, and the blood in his body was almost stagnant. Let alone recovery, if no one came to rescue him, he might have died here.
Lin Fan smiled and said: "Wei Yixiao, this little girl you captured is the granddaughter of the White-browed Eagle King. It's up to you whether to suck her blood or not."
After saying this, Lin Fan pointed towards Wei Yixiao.
Suddenly, a blazing Nine Yang internal energy penetrated into Wei Yixiao's body.
Then Lin Fan tiptoed and chased the Budai monk.
Lin Fan wants to conquer the Ming Cult.
As one of the Four Dharma Kings, Wei Yixiao was the best in martial arts, so Lin Fan would not let him die like this.
So I used Yiyang Finger to protect his heart.
Of course, Lin Fan did not take action to remove the cold poison from his body.
Once he takes the position of leader of the Ming Cult, it will not be too late to take action.
And with the power of this yang finger, Wei Yixiao could regain his mobility in less than a stick of incense.
Wei Yixiao was startled, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Lin Fan.
Who is the other party?
Why do you know so much, and why do you want to save yourself?
