Zhan Changfeng sat cross-legged on the back of Feihe, holding the Tai Chi seal in his hands to guard the spiritual platform, while the flowing clouds flew by and his black hair was flying.
Suddenly her eyelids slightly opened, and she saw a stream of light coming from behind, as if it was rushing towards her. The soles of the man's feet were magic weapons like round wheels, and he caught up with Feihe in the blink of an eye, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you stop talking! "
Holding a weapon in your hand to make people stop talking?
However, it was indeed disadvantageous for her in the sky. Zhan Changfeng drove the flying crane to fly to the ground. The black-faced Taoist grinned and could not let her go. He threw out the sub-formation disk with his hand, "Liuhe Heavy Fire Formation!"
Feihe crashed into the burning world, only to see blazing flames all around, as if he was imprisoned in a furnace. He screamed and his feathers were all on fire.
The black-faced Taoist laughed when he heard the sound. This place is two thousand miles away from the ground. I'm sorry you can't escape. At this time, a sword light split the fire formation, and at the same time, a rope shadow shot out and entangled his feet. When the fire cloud dispersed, he was already He was pulled down and fell, and the high-altitude wind hurt his cheeks!
"Damn it." The black-faced Taoist tried his best to control the round wheel under his feet, and at the same time, he slashed at Zhan Changfeng with his green light sword. The blue light was like lightning, reaching her eyebrows in the blink of an eye, and in an instant, a phantom of a war helmet appeared. Covering her face, the green light and the shadow disappeared together.
Zhan Changfeng didn't give him a chance to cause trouble, so he grabbed the Immortal Binding Rope and swung it away, and a soul thought cut into the round wheel to cut off the connection between the two.
The black-faced Taoist was traumatized and bared his teeth. However, he fell in the air with no point of strength. Seeing that he was getting closer to the ground, he didn't want to turn into meat yet, so he hit the ground with seals repeatedly to alleviate the downward trend.
Over there, Zhan Changfeng did nothing. He fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed. When he was still more than ten meters away from the ground, he suddenly threw out the fairy rope and wrapped it around the tree trunk. He stepped on the tree and rushed towards the still falling black face again. Taoist, the leg whip hit the black-faced Taoist's waist. The black-faced Taoist's internal organs were all twisted together, and his body crashed into the forest, and the trees rattled and fell down one after another.
The black-faced Taoist was dizzy, as if his spine had been broken under gravity, and he kept spitting blood out of his mouth, "You...you are..."
Who are you?
Zhan Changfeng was surprised. He originally thought he was sent by some corps, didn't he?
She approached the black-faced Taoist and used the Soul Searching Technique to skip the unimportant memories on the surface and go deep into the soul. However, she encountered a barrier, a bright red word "kill" that prohibited the protection of his important memories.
Zhan Changfeng felt that something was wrong. Who was he? "Who am I?"
She touched the Immortal Binding Rope, and it was the one that did not match her identity at this time. "Do you know it?"
The black-faced Taoist's eyes trembled, and he was killed by Zhan Changfeng in the next breath. Could it be related to the Gongsun family?
Zhan Changfeng searched his belongings and used corpse-dissolving water to eliminate the body.
There was nothing on this person to prove his identity, but she found more than a dozen reward notices. One of them was for her current identity, requesting beheading, and the other one was for Yi Zhan's identity, and it also described what she might take. The requirement for the fairy-binding rope, jade pendant and other magic weapons was to bring her body back or capture her alive. This was undoubtedly issued by the Gongsun family.
But who requested the previous one?
And the strange thing is that these rewards have no information about the issuer and recipient, as if they come from a well-measured assassination organization.
Zhan Changfeng looked at the other reward orders and put them away. They might be useful in the future. Then he took inventory of the contents of the black-faced Taoist's storage bag, including a volume of the Heart Sutra and two magic books. Fifteen Sixty thousand low-grade spiritual stones, twenty medium-grade spiritual stones, and some miscellaneous things.
The Heart Sutra should be something in the organization. It was banned and she couldn't open it.
Although Zhan Changfeng had doubts, he had no choice but to continue on his way.
She probably fell into a mountain forest. Feihe died in the fire formation, so she could only get out of the mountain forest first before making any plans.
There is a winding official road at the foot of Xijun Mountain. There is a long pavilion next to it, with a tea shed set up beside it for travelers to rest.
A salesman with a short brown cloth raised his head and drank herbal tea, a young couple shared a plate of steamed buns, a group of rough men stood on a stool with their chests exposed and drank wine, and several horses were tied in the shade of the trees.
It was already approaching autumn, but the sun was still shining brightly in the distance, grand and blazing. Except for the people hiding under the tea shed in the Changting Pavilion, no other travelers could be seen. Only the empty and hot official road was meandering eastward, passing by Heshui City. Arrive directly at Hanxue City.
The men clinked bowls and drank wine without hesitation, feeling full of energy in this hot and drowsy time.
"Boy, please serve another plate of pastrami, hahaha, Wudan'er pays!"
"Hey!" The tea stall owner was excited, wiped his face and shook off his drowsiness. He quickly cut half a catty of beef prepared by his parents at home, put it on a plate and sent it over, and put it on the table steadily, "You guys, please use it slowly. It's not enough." besides!"
"Shit, I don't want to lose again." The man who was called Wu Dan'er had a face full of pain.
The stall owner avoided this sentence and smiled warmly, "Please use it slowly."
After saying that, he went back to his shed, looked at the tea in the teapot, and counted the steamed buns in the basket. There were probably a lot left, but he hung his head and thought about his livelihood.
People who just thought they had lost so much started drinking and boxing again, as if they would never worry about money. The stall owner looked at them with envy. There was a plate full of meat, and he couldn't eat it even once in a month.
But he only glanced at them. These people were surrounded by people who were not easy to get along with. They might be warriors of some sect.
There was some noise in the forest against which he was leaning, as if something was approaching. The stall owner turned pale, thinking of the jackals, tigers and leopards that would come down from the mountain to perform tooth sacrifices from time to time.
The men picked up their swords and smiled playfully, "Hey, are they adding food to us?"
Immediately, the dense branches and leaves were opened, and a person came out. Her white robe was dusty, and she was holding a long object wrapped in white cloth in her hand. One end of it was frayed, revealing a cold light.
He glanced over and said with a smile, "Do you need a deer? A whole one."
"..."
The resting pedestrians looked at her strangely, and then looked at the towering Xijun Mountain. This mountain is not generally steep and the road is difficult to pass. How on earth did she appear?
"Where did you...come from?"
At this time, Zhan Changfeng's shoulder was pushed, and he turned around helplessly, "I'm just kidding, I didn't want to betray you."
She turned her body sideways, revealing a tall and handsome sika deer. The deer pushed her with its horns again until Zhan Changfeng touched its head, then turned around and jumped into the forest.
Fortunately, the mountain elves showed her the way, otherwise she would not have come down so easily.
Zhan Changfeng ignored everyone's ghost expressions, stepped onto the official road, and left freely.
A young woman whispered to her husband, "Could it be a fairy from the mountains?"
"Why didn't you say it was a monster?" The husband said unconcernedly, "There are so many strange people now, so don't make a fuss."
The three or five strong men were also whispering:
"Did you see anything in her hand? It looks like it should be a sword."
"That's right, I saw a gleam of cold light from the bottom. It's a good sword."
The few people looked at each other, suddenly laughed, kicked off the bench, mounted the horse with the rope, and ran away with a wave of their whips.
The stall owner chased after him with sweat, "You haven't paid yet!"
