The senior brothers were sitting in the weapon refining workshop drinking tea, but Senior Brother Kong's face was not very pretty.
In total, he extorted less than two taels of musk tea from Mr. Yang, and Su Xiaofan drank most of it in a moment.
Senior Brother Key Kong couldn't say no. When Su Xiaofan took out the monkey wine just now, he didn't feel bad at all.
After finally staying up until nightfall, Senior Brother Kong opened the door of the weapon refining workshop and wanted to kick the two of them out.
"Two junior brothers, don't be late in delivering things to Senior Brother Ancestor. Be careful on the road. It's not peaceful recently, so you must be careful..."
Senior Brother Kong sent Su Xiaofan and Fang Yijun out of the weapon refining workshop, his voice was very soft, as if he was whispering in their ears.
However, for cultivators in the Yangshen realm, as long as you really want to hear something, they can tell what you are thinking from the shape of your mouth even if you open your mouth and say nothing.
"Senior brother, please come back quickly to avoid attracting attention."
Fang Yijun frowned and whispered, and then Senior Brother Kong turned around and entered the weapon refining workshop.
"Senior Brother Fang, our acting is not very similar."
Su Xiaofan said with a smile through the voice: "Shouldn't the two of us try our best to control our cultivation and sneak out quietly? That way we can look more sneaky..."
For Su Xiaofan, a talented actor, he felt that he was not well prepared for today's scene and could not bring out his acting skills.
"Junior brother, you can just act like that."
Fang Yijun curled his lips, "We are the Sword Sect. If a disciple of the Sword Sect acts sneakily, he will make people suspicious."
Are you kidding me? How can I, Fang Yijun, be inferior to you in terms of acting skills? In small scenes like this, it’s better to just act in person.
"Yes too."
Su Xiaofan nodded when he heard this. Sword Sect disciples have always been arrogant and domineering, but suddenly they lowered their profile. There must be something wrong.
"Hey, let's see who takes the bait."
Su Xiaofan looked around nervously, while Fang Yijun looked proud as always.
The two of them walked out of the ice cave, greeted the cultivator guarding the door, and walked straight to the east.
"Huh? Why is this young man hanging out with Fang Yijun?"
The gatekeeper was still the cultivator named Feng. Looking at Su Xiaofan's retreating figure, he was a little puzzled. Isn't this just a casual cultivator?
However, not long after Su Xiaofan and Fang Yijun left, another cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building left the city.
"Why are you running outside in the middle of the night? You're not afraid of encountering Arctic wolves."
The Xiuzi named Feng didn't look very good, and he closed the door with a curse. The door to Fangshi was closed at night, so he had to open it when he went out.
Before he finished speaking, another figure appeared in the passage.
"Senior Song, are you going out?"
Seeing that figure, the cultivator surnamed Feng immediately lost his caution. He knew that the Crow Taoist had a bad temper and was not easy to deal with the big shots in the market.
"Well, open the door." Taoist Crow was dressed in black, with a skinny figure and didn't look very eye-catching.
Only people who know him well know that this is because he damaged his basic energy and blood when he forcibly broke through Yangshen, and it has not been repaired for so many years.
The cultivator surnamed Feng did not dare to say anything and quickly opened the ice door that was several meters thick in Fangshi. The figure of Taoist Crow disappeared in a flash.
"Xiaokong, Taoist Crow is out, isn't he going for Yijun?"
After several people left one after another, Mr. Dong's voice reached the ears of Senior Brother Kong and Xiangu He.
In the market, they are the real alliance of sects and aristocratic families that advance and retreat together, and the alliance of casual cultivators is just a nail forced in.
"Yes, Senior Brother Kong, yesterday Yijun had a conflict with the Crow Taoist."
Xiangu He's voice also rang out. When she was not promoted to Yangshen, she always called Senior Brother Kong, and she has not changed it again after so many years.
Of course, the reason why Fairy Aunt He never changed her name is that Tieguaixian, the boss of their Eight Immortals Sect, once reminded her to respect Senior Brother Kong more in Fangshi.
"Ah? There is such a thing. Is he really going to deal with Junior Brother Yijun?"
Senior Brother Kong's shocked voice sounded, "That won't work, I have to go and have a look. Yijun and I are not afraid of that Taoist Crow..."
Following the words, Senior Brother Kong also left the weapon refining workshop and went straight to the passage gate.
"Senior Brother Kong, you...are you going out too?"
Seeing that there was another person in front of him, the cultivator named Feng who had just sat down couldn't help but grimace.
"Well, Xiao Feng, open the door."
Senior Brother Kong said with a smile on his face: "I forgot to give something to Junior Brother Yijun, I hope I can catch up with it."
"Okay, okay." The cultivator surnamed Feng agreed repeatedly and opened the ice door again.
"Old bastard!"
Just after Brother Kong left Fangshi, Fairy Girl's voice sounded faintly.
"Xiangu, it's fine if you're a dirty trick, you don't need to add me to the list."
Mr. Dong replied dissatisfiedly, considering who is older than him, this old scumbag's attack range is a bit too broad.
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Two figures walked slowly and slowly in the night.
The movements performed by Su Xiaofan were very ordinary and very consistent with his cultivation in the early stages of foundation building.
Fang Yijun on the side did not exert all his strength, obviously trying to accommodate Su Xiaofan.
More than half an hour after leaving Fangshi, the two of them walked thirty or forty miles, but they could no longer see Fangshi when they looked back.
"Junior brother, is that person following?" Fang Yijun sent a message to Su Xiaofan while running forward quickly.
"Follow us. It's about seventeen or eighty miles behind us." Su Xiaofan nodded. He had also placed a divine mark on that person before.
Both are Yang Shen realm cultivators, and Su Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness is not weaker than the other's. Moreover, there are many people in the city, so his spiritual consciousness is sweeping around, so no one will pay attention to the secret marks left on his clothes. .
"Well, it seems there is one more."
Su Xiaofan's expression suddenly changed, "Senior brother, the Crow Taoist has also followed. Are they together?"
"Well, can you feel it?"
Fang Yijun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he did not go into details, "Taoist Crow belongs to the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. The Rogue Cultivator Alliance and the Black Hand Organization are not clear at first. They are probably the same group."
"This is a bit troublesome. I can hold on for a while alone, but if two people go together, I will really have to fight hard."
There was a wry smile on Fang Yijun's face. Seeing Yangshen approaching, he still didn't know when he would be able to cross this threshold again after working so hard today.
"No, it seems not two, but three." Su Xiaofan's expression changed again.
"Then Senior Brother Kong should be following us."
Fang Yijun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although Senior Brother Kong did not enter the Yangshen, his fighting power was extraordinary. With him around, two against two could still escape unscathed.
"It's not Senior Brother Kong, that person is in front."
Su Xiaofan shook his head. The wave of spiritual consciousness was relatively unfamiliar, but he was also a Yang Shen cultivator.
"What? There's another person in front?"
Fang Yijun's expression changed drastically at this time, and he didn't bother to ask why Su Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness was so much stronger than his own.
"Junior brother, how far are you from the person in front?"
Fang Yijun sent a message: "When you are still five hundred meters away from that person, inform me in advance and I will take you to kill him..."
Fang Yijun was already thinking of fighting for his life. With a single blow of his sword, he was sure to seriously injure or even kill a cultivator in the early stage of Yang Shen.
And if Fang Yijun is determined to die, he can also stop the two pursuers behind him, but in that case, it is not a problem that he cannot be promoted to Yangshen this time, but that he is dead.
Sword Sect disciples are all decisive in killing. Fang Yijun made what he thought was the best choice in the shortest possible time. He could escape even if his junior brother died.
"That person is still more than twenty kilometers away from us."
Su Xiaofan saw Fang Yijun's intention and immediately said through the message: "Senior brother, you will make a desperate posture later, but don't burn your energy and blood. There is also me, junior brother..."
"Junior brother, you?"
Fang Yijun looked at Su Xiaofan dubiously, wondering if he really had any trump card.
But to be fair, Fang Yijun now knows that he is far behind his junior brother in terms of the strength of his spiritual consciousness.
As for cultivation level, Fang Yijun didn't dare to guess, because he really couldn't believe that Su Xiaofan, who was only in his early twenties, was actually a Yang Shen realm cultivator.
"Senior brother, what's the harm in trusting me once?"
Su Xiaofan has completely calmed down. Although the human shield around him this time is a little worse than Mr. Yang, what they are facing is not a saint-level extraordinary.
"Brother, please make a sound first to indicate that you have discovered the pursuers from behind and behind."
Su Xiaofan's consciousness fluctuated and said: "If it is an enemy but not a friend, they will definitely surround you, and you have to make a desperate stance against them."
"Huh? I'm good at this."
As Fang Yijun ran, he shouted loudly: "There are ambushes in front of us and pursuers behind us. Which seniors are joking with Yijun? Do you dare to leave their names?"
The sound mixed with true energy spread far across the empty glacier land.
This meeting would have been fifty miles away, otherwise Fang Yijun's voice would have reached Fangshi.
"Hmph, you are so sneaky that you don't dare to see people?"
Fang Yijun's voice sounded again, "I don't know if there are any fellow Taoists around. If I, Fang Yijun, die here, please go to the Sword Sect to communicate. There will be consequences!"
"Boy, why bother? How about... hand over the few spirit stones you have on your body and I'll let you go?"
More than ten miles ahead, a gloomy voice sounded.
However, the sound gathered together and did not disperse, directly reaching the ears of Fang Yijun and Su Xiaofan. It was obviously the method of the Yang Shen cultivator.
"Dream, this is what my master wants. You dare to snatch it. Aren't you afraid that my master will be angry?"
While Fang Yijun was talking, he and Su Xiaofan turned around and headed towards the depths of the restricted area. The intention was obvious, they wanted to provoke powerful extraordinary creatures.
"Your master also needs to know who I am."
The voice laughed softly, but the direction had changed and it was still blocking the path to the depths of the restricted area.
Both sides were running fast and approaching each other. The distance of more than twenty miles was quickly shortened.
"Brother, there is still one thousand meters left, get ready." Su Xiaofan's voice sounded in Fang Yijun's mind.
"Is it you? Are you actually from the Black Hand?!"
At this time, Fang Yijun had clearly seen the other party's appearance and let out an exclamation.
"I'm not bad, I'll leave you a way to survive and hand over the spirit stone!"
The person in front of him had a long knife floating in front of him and a sneer on his face.
Although the sword sect is strong, as long as he catches the opponent's desperate sword and enters his own field, Fang Yijun will definitely die.
As for the minor cultivators following Fang Yijun, this person didn't take them seriously at all, and would suppress them all once they entered the field.
"Old Ghost Qi, I will fight with you!"
Fang Yijun suddenly let out a loud shout, and the sound spread dozens of miles away.
At the same time as he let out a loud roar, Fang Yijun's body suddenly expanded. His body, which was originally only about 1.75 meters tall, now seemed to have grown to 2 meters.
"Damn it, are all the people in the Sword Sect lunatics? Are they just going to burn their energy and blood and fight to the death?"
The man called Old Ghost Qi was really shocked. He just didn't want to fight with him, so he took advantage of the spirit stone. He didn't expect this kid to be so strong.
Old Ghost Qi did not dare to be careless. The field was fully opened, covering hundreds of square meters around him, and the long sword in front of him also made a "clanging" sound.
It seemed that the two people behind heard the sound in front, and their forward speed suddenly accelerated several times, and in a moment they arrived seven or eight kilometers behind Fang Yijun.
Behind the two people, a figure moved even faster, but Senior Brother Kong's face showed a hint of urgency.
Feeling the soaring sword intent and the pressure of Yang Shen realm, Senior Brother Kong knew that he had made a mistake this time. He didn't expect that in addition to the two people in Fangshi, there were also Yang Shen cultivators blocking the way.
But now that the matter was over, Senior Brother Kong could only desperately use his body skills to rush towards the direction of Fang Yijun and Su Xiaofan.
"Old Ghost Qi, die!"
Fang Yijun could no longer care about the pursuer behind him. Before entering Qi Laogui's field, Fang Yijun stopped. A bright light flashed in the night and shot into the opponent's field as fast as lightning.
Under Fang Yijun's full force, the effect of the field seemed to be average, unable to stop the flying sword in the slightest, and it arrived at Old Ghost Qi's chest almost instantly.
A crisp sound of "Dang!" came out, and the flying sword was knocked back by the long knife. Old Ghost Qi couldn't help laughing.
So what if he is a genius disciple of the Sword Sect, Yang Shen is just an ant after all, and his speed and attack power are weakened by his own field.
"Well, didn't he burn his blood?"
Old ghost Qi suddenly saw that Fang Yijun, who was outside his field, had returned to normal, and he didn't seem to have expended much energy.
Just when Old Ghost Qi was a little confused, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
"What's going on? Is my inner armor not warm enough?"
For some reason, Old Ghost Qi's thoughts were a little distracted at the moment. When facing a powerful enemy, he actually felt a little chilly.
At this moment, Old Ghost Qi suddenly felt that the fight in front of him was a bit boring. What's the point of you killing me and me killing you? Shouldn’t what practitioners pursue be immortality?
Old ghost Qi found himself trapped in this philosophical question. For a moment, he even forgot about the enemies in the distance. He thought of the situation when he was young and studying in a private school.
"Hey, little junior brother, you...what are you doing lying down?"
Fang Yijun, who was outside the field, actually didn't see anything wrong. He didn't notice that Su Xiaofan next to him made a move, but suddenly he lay flat on the ice.
"There are two more people behind you, senior brother, please continue to work hard, don't forget, you are pretending to work hard..."
This time, Su Xiaofan used the Divine Concentration Technique with all his strength, and all his energy suddenly disappeared into Fang Yijun's spiritual sense.
"Damn it, why are you out of breath?"
With no psychological preparation at all, Su Xiaofan suddenly lost his vitality. Fang Yijun was really shocked. If he hadn't heard Su Xiaofan's voice transmission, he would have thought that Su Xiaofan was dead.
You must know that high-level cultivators who have reached the realm of Yin Shen's out-of-body experience basically no longer use their eyes to see whether a person is alive. They believe in spiritual consciousness more than their eyes.
So at this moment, not only did Fang Yijun lose his sense of Su Xiaofan, but even the three people chasing behind him couldn't feel Su Xiaofan's energy.
But this is normal. When a Yang Shen realm cultivator takes action, Fang Yijun is considered powerful if he can save his life. A mere cultivator in the early stages of foundation building is not easily wiped out.
Regarding Old Ghost Qi, the two people who caught up didn't feel anything was wrong.
At this moment, Old Ghost Qi was full of energy and blood, and his old face was full of blood. Apparently, Old Ghost Qi was slightly injured when he took Fang Yijun's desperate move just now.
As expected, the young man was lying on the ground, with no energy fluctuations in his body. Even if he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he had lost his ability to resist.
"Taoist Crow, you deserve to die!"
Feeling the energy fluctuations coming from behind him, Fang Yijun turned around, and a mouthful of blood poured out like a free stream, staining his snow-white clothes and chest red.
What a simple thing. Is it difficult for a Yin Shen realm cultivator who can control the qi and blood throughout his body to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood? Fang Yijun felt that he performed well.
"Taoist Crow, please accept your fate!"
Fang Yijun let out a loud roar, and his figure expanded to two meters away. His flying sword flew through the night, and he came to the side of Taoist Crow and another Yangshen cultivator in an instant.
Still have the strength to fight? Taoist Crow kept a distance from the other cultivator, otherwise neither of them would be able to exert their full strength in the conflict between their domains.
Just when Taoist Crow released the field and took out a dust-like weapon to block, he suddenly discovered that the person being attacked by the flying sword was not him.
Being in the field is like being on your own territory. Although Fang Yijun's flying sword came unexpectedly, the Yang Shen cultivator still had enough time to block the flying sword.
The weapon of this Yang Shen cultivator was very strange. He was holding a miniature version of Xuanhua ax. The broad back of the ax hit the flying sword and knocked it away far away.
"A genius from the Sword Sect is nothing more than that."
Such a thought flashed through the Yang Shen cultivator's mind.
But at the next moment, the Yang Shen cultivator suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and the surging energy and blood in his body disappeared like a punctured balloon.
"The genius of the Sword Sect is well-deserved!"
Looking down at the bright wound on his chest, the cultivator of Yang Shen uttered the last eight words of his life.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Taoist Crow was guarding his whole body against Fang Yijun's flying sword, but suddenly he saw a bright light flying past the cultivator's chest, which made Taoist Crow's scalp numb with murderous intent.
"Bang!"
At this moment, the head of Old Ghost Qi standing in the distance suddenly exploded, and a headless corpse spurted a column of blood upward from the neck.
But when Su Xiaofan drew his sword and slashed across Old Ghost Qi's neck, the sword energy still shattered his head, but the energy and blood in his body was still there. The Yang Shen Cultivator's strong vitality made him think about life for a while.
"You, are you already a Yang Shen sword cultivator?"
Crow Taoist looked at Fang Yijun as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes full of disbelief. He knew that he was no match for Yang Shen Sword Cultivator, but it was impossible for the other party to kill Yang Shen Cultivator Yu Wuwu, right?
"It's You Yang Shen Sword Cultivator, but it's not me!"
Fang Yijun glanced at Su Xiaofan, who had no energy fluctuations, from the corner of his eyes. Have young people nowadays become so sinister?
"Old ghost Song, you should go on your way too!" Fang Yijun looked at Taoist Crow.
"Stop, I...I have something to say!"
Taoist Crow's eyes fluttered, and he suddenly rose into the air and flew towards the entrance of the restricted area. At this time, he could already feel Senior Brother Kong running behind him with all his strength.
At this moment, Senior Brother Kong no longer cared about concealing his cultivation. The energy and blood of the Yang God Realm around him was surging like the sun, and he quickly flew towards Taoist Crow.
But just when Senior Brother Kong was about to release the flying sword, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a flash of murderous intent made him stop suddenly.
And Taoist Crow, who was thousands of meters away, really fell from the sky like a big crow, and the Qi of the Yangshen Realm disappeared in mid-air.
"Kong...Senior Brother Kong?!"
Looking at Senior Brother Kong whose whole body seemed to be lit with flames, he looked down at Su Xiaofan who was slowly sitting up.
Fang Yijun felt that his consciousness was a little confused at the moment. Have I been living in an illusion for these decades?
Fang Yijun knew the old and young couple in front of him, but he didn't seem to recognize them!
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