After walking around for a long time, Qingyun saw that the other party was still so calm, so he decided to take a detour and return to Bailian City from the other direction.
If he was lucky enough to get rid of those people, he would rush back to the sect quickly, not to mention saving a few spiritual stones for Alian.
"When we get to Shuiyue City, those gangsters should not dare to take action. As long as Feng Yuexian doesn't show his face, we can hide from him for a year and a half. Mad, I don't know who he offended."
Just when the young master was racking his brains to recall and try to deduce using elimination methods, dozens of whooshing sounds suddenly came to his ears, which made his heart sink.
"coming!"
Sure enough, Qingyun couldn't see emotions, murderous intent, or even any emotional fluctuations in the pair of dull eyes hidden in the scarf.
But they followed him like a shadow, biting his figure, as if even if he fell into hell, these puppets would still bathe in the sea of fire regardless of their own safety, until they turned into ashes.
While walking, Qingyun discovered that there were several black-clothed puppets with parts of crimson robes still hanging on their bodies, which were obviously from the three poor dead ghosts from the Earth Fire Palace.
"These puppets are almost all in the middle and late stages of Yuan Hua Realm, and none of them are weaker than me. It's outrageous!"
Before he could escape a few hundred feet, a puppet virtuously threw a hidden weapon. Unable to dodge, Qingyun was directly blown to the ground from the top of a high-rise tree by the hidden weapon.
Immediately afterwards, these dozens of puppets descended one after another, and instantly surrounded the young master.
"I dare to ask which master stopped this junior. If I have any offense, please feel free to correct me!"
The power of the hidden weapon was not great, it was just to cut off his escape, and after landing, all the chasing puppets also did not attack immediately, as if they were waiting for someone to come.
Sure enough, as soon as Qingyun finished speaking, the middle-aged monk in a gorgeous robe came through the air and floated directly in front of him.
"Fuck, wind control realm!"
The most direct symbol of the wind control realm is the emptiness of space!
Qingyun's heart sank to the bottom as if he had eaten a cold iron weight. He was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind, and the middle-aged man spoke first:
"Not bad Qingyun, it seems you have discovered me a long time ago."
"Senior actually recognizes a nobody like me?"
The young master pretended to be surprised, but the man ignored him. He waved his hand casually, and one of the puppets surrounding Qingyun came out on his own.
"First let me see how much you weigh."
After saying that, the black-clothed puppet held a long sword, touched the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Qingyun like a spiritual snake.
But he is fast, Qingyun is faster!
After all, the opponent is just a puppet. After the limbs are replaced by jade, the offensive and defensive capabilities are indeed increased, but it is somewhat sluggish compared to the flesh and blood body.
In particular, the young master had carefully observed their moves and vital points from the memory of the monk surnamed Zhang. He jumped up and struck out with a palm. He accurately hit the connection between the puppet's right arm and shoulder, easily. Then he took off one of the opponent's arms.
This made the man in the Chinese robe raise his thick eyebrows and said softly:
"interesting."
The puppet obviously didn't feel the slightest pain, and the backhand was the hidden weapon just now, which passed between the young man's eyebrows and exploded in the air.
Taking advantage of Qingyun's dodge, the puppet steadied his body, turned around and stepped directly over his right arm without looking, intending to fight him at close range with one hand.
He was surrounded from all sides, and not far away there were great monks from the Wind Control Realm who were eyeing him. However, Qingyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and let someone give him a try.
But what surprised him was that the man in the Chinese robe suddenly scolded the one-armed puppet. Without seeing him say anything, the puppet turned back and picked up the original sword from his right arm.
At the same time, another puppet with a long sword stood up, seemingly preparing to fight two against one.
After a brief confrontation, Qingyun also roughly estimated the puppet's strength. He felt that he could handle it even if three or four of them were together. The only problem now was the wind-controlling monk.
It wasn't until he beat the two puppets to pieces that the man in gorgeous robes said with a faint smile:
"Yes, I have lived for more than a thousand years, and I have never seen any junior in the early stage of Yuan Hua Realm who has such actual combat ability as you. They died well, but why don't you take out your sword? I think puppets are not enough. Are you qualified to use it?"
As soon as these words came out, Qingyun's starry eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice:
"It turns out he is a senior of the Pan family. Qingyun is disrespectful."
Hearing this, the man still smiled calmly and muttered:
"Smart! But I have to correct one thing. In today's Zhijing Dongtian, you are not a nobody. You are very famous!"
Qingyun didn't comment on the man's compliments. Until then, he remembered why he looked so familiar when he saw the other man's luxurious dress decorated with jade.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Pan Lingzhuo, the elder of the Pan family. I am also the elder brother of Pan Linnian. I have met little friend Qingyun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man who called himself Pan Lingzhuo raised his hand, and all the puppets stepped aside respectfully, looking silent and more like a guard than a killing machine.
Not to mention these puppets, Pan Lingzhuo's appearance was also excellent, and his cultivation seemed to be better than Pan Linnian's. The most important thing was that his amiable eyes showed no trace of murderous intent since his appearance.
He looked like a loyal elder. If Qingyun had not learned the memory of the monk from the Earth Fire Palace, he would not have known that this person had the intention to kill him. The appointment of puppets could also be understood as a discussion.
As for why he hasn’t taken action yet...
"Qingyun has met Senior Pan, I wonder if you stopped this junior..."
"Haha, you are so smart, why do you ask questions knowingly?"
"Hey, it's a crime for a common man to harbor a jade without any sin!"
Pretending to sigh, Qingyun waited for an opportunity to look around quietly.
Don't look at these puppets who are ignorant and rigid, but they have blocked all his possible escape routes one by one. After the two sides stopped, there were even several standing on the treetops, like a dragnet.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fei values you very much, so the head of the family has an order not to hurt your life. Of course, you should be very clear about this premise."
"How careless. Mr. Fei said that I don't have to worry in Zhijing Cave, but he didn't say that the Pan family won't worry about him after we go out. This Pan Lingzhuo must be afraid that Zang Feng is not with me, so he is really pretending to be like me."
Qingyun didn't answer, he still kept clasping his fists at the other party with a smile on his face, thinking to himself.
He knew very well that even though this guy said it lightly, once he handed over Zang Feng, he would immediately have to go down and keep company with the three dead ghosts in the Earth and Fire Palace.
"Okay Qingyun, hand over that ancient sword. Our Pan family doesn't want to be your enemy, let alone offend Mr. Fei, so don't make it difficult for me. Even if it can't hurt your life, if you resist stubbornly, then Don't blame me for taking you back to Pan's house, then...hehe..."
Pan Lingzhuo always cut off half of what he said, but the more he said it, the more pressure he put on people.
At the same time, the powerful aura belonging to the Wind Control Realm slowly leaked out, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from Qingyun's forehead.
"Stop your wishful thinking, you can't be contacted."
Watching Qingyun move his hand towards the Baohu Jade Tablet intentionally or unintentionally, a sneer appeared on Pan Lingzhuo's face for the first time, and it seemed that he lacked patience.
"I don't know what Mr. Fei likes about you. To treat him like this, even I am jealous of your jade! Okay, okay, let me say it for the last time, hand over that black ancient sword!"
After saying that, Pan Lingzhuo's momentum suddenly exploded, directly forcing Qingyun to kneel on one knee, making it difficult to move.
"Too strong! What should I do? I'm no match at all?"
Facing Pan Lingzhuo in the wind-controlling realm, this was the first time Qingyun felt so close to death since he woke up from Wan's Medical Center.
Even when he encountered the clone of Cang Yuan, one of the Nine Dragon Elders, or the ancient true spirit Night Owl, he never had the slightest fear, but the appearance of Pan Lingzhuo made him once again experience the frustration and powerlessness of being bullied and crushed by the strong. feel.
Now he is really making the sky and the earth unresponsive, and the earth and the earth are not functioning properly.
Perhaps thinking that it was enough, Pan Lingzhuo calmed down his momentum slightly, then took out a delicate file made of jade and began to trim his nails.
"Hand over the ancient sword and I'll let you go. It's up to you to choose life or death."
"You promised not to hurt my life! Damn it!"
Qingyun cursed in his heart, it seemed that Pan Lingzhuo was too lazy to pretend.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly glanced into the distance. At this time, several black-clothed puppets standing above Qingyun also took action and quickly flashed in the direction where Pan Lingzhuo was staring.
A loud shout was heard that shook the mountains and fields, and then the dispersed energy shot up into the sky. All the puppets fled back, and there was even one missing person among them!
"Qingyun, don't worry, I'm here to save you!"
I saw the pink swordsman Dai Lin'er holding the Xichun Sword in both hands, like a lioness descending from the mountain, slashing with wide open and wide strokes, beating several puppets back.
The jingling sound was endless, as if the jade limbs of the puppet were blown apart. Within a moment, the puppet was swinging its long ponytail and blocking Qingyun!
He Juan followed closely, and it was the two girls who came to help!
"Holy shit, what are you doing here!?"
The young master was touched and angry at the same time.
I finally got rid of the two of them in order to prevent them from getting involved in danger. I didn't want Dai Lin'er to be alone, but he even dragged He Juan along. Wasn't all his previous efforts wasted?
"We're here to save you!"
The long sword plunged straight into the ground, and Dai Lin'er glared at the crowd with her almond-shaped eyes.
"Qingyun, Senior Sister Dai said that you left without saying goodbye. I'm afraid that you have another mystery. It's probably to prevent us from being in danger, so you followed us all the way."
He Juan explained.
"I dare to ask, senior, why do you hurt people for no reason in the boundaries of my Bailian City?"
"This is my Zhijing Dongtian's family matter. It's not your Haiyou Sword Sect's turn to take care of it, right?"
Falling in the air, Pan Lingzhuo shook his robe and came straight to Dai Lin'er. Even facing the great monk in the Wind Control Realm, the Pink Swordsman was calm and didn't have any stage fright. He didn't know whether it was because he was a tiger or because he was confident.
Voice-over: When I was young, I didn’t know how good a big car was~hahaha~
