Just as Wu Fan thought, before he had gone far, he heard footsteps chasing after him.
Perhaps they were influenced by Taoist Lu Yan. Although these people had smiling faces and respectful attitudes, their eyes still flickered and they all had their own thoughts.
Being able to appear here quietly only proves that this person is a good person, but it cannot be seen how capable he is.
Things are now at a critical moment, and they have made up their minds. If the man in front of them is really strong, they will keep him to help even if they are stalking him!
"Sir!" The person who spoke before spoke again, "Sir, I often heard Taoist Master Lu Yan say that his friends are all overlords of one party, and meeting each other is fate. Could you please open our eyes and appreciate your majesty?"
"Oh?" Wu Fan narrowed his eyes. The other party's little thoughts could not escape his awareness, but he didn't care at all. After all, he still had to get the words out of their mouths.
"Anyway, I am idle, so it doesn't hurt to show you my hands..." Wu Fan looked around and saw that this was a forest path. The depth between the trees was really unsettling. "But this kind of place is really not good. Use your fists and kicks and take me to a more open place."
"Sir, please come this way..." The most indispensable thing on Qingyang Mountain is open space. The man hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way for Wu Fan.
Just like the scene in my memory, Qingyang Mountain is still like a fairyland on earth. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain is surrounded by clear water. It is full of green and feels like spring all year round.
Even though the scenery is beautiful, Wu Fan has a deep gaze. When he came here, he had communicated with the waiter at the Qingyang Restaurant down the mountain.
Under questioning, Wu Fan got a sentence that was still fresh in his memory: Only half of the people on Qingyang Mountain are alive...
I casually looked at the few people in front of me, and there was no doubt that they were half of the people I had heard of before! Although they look the same as ordinary people, there are still differences in the eyes of Wu Fan, who has experienced the two realms of yin and yang.
They have obviously lost their souls!
Although this is said, it is somewhat inaccurate. The meaning of "lost" is not lost, but isolated and imprisoned by something, as if "lost".
"If my guess is correct, this should be the influence of the soul-catching bell..." Wu Fan murmured.
The last time he came here, Qin Ming had given him a copy of Tiangonglu, which gave him the opportunity to enter Linlang Market, and the soul-stirring bell seemed to be on the Tiangonglu.
As he walked, Wu Fan suddenly frowned. There was a fresh corpse lying on the ground not far ahead.
If Wu Fan hadn't been very observant, he would have mistaken this corpse for a living person.
"Uh..." Sensing this situation, it was no longer possible to do anything else. Several people started gesticulating behind Wu Fan, probably blaming each other.
However, Wu Fan ignored them and just leaned down to tuck the man's clothes when he came closer: "I only know that Lu Yan practices casually, but I didn't expect that the disciples in Qingyang Temple are the same. You can sleep peacefully in this place without worrying about catching a cold."
Several people were struggling with how to explain, but they didn't expect that the person in front of them not only didn't see the abnormality here, but also helped find an excuse. They also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked one of them to pretend to "wake up" the person, and then Carry it on your body and go away.
"Hahahaha... I made you laugh." After wiping his sweat, the man hurriedly changed the subject and pointed not far ahead: "Sir, we are here. I wonder if this place meets your requirements?"
"That's enough." Wu Fan nodded and continued to move forward, but no one noticed that when he just leaned down, he secretly picked up a money bag that the corpse had dropped on the ground, and then put it into his arms.
On the pretense of moving his body, Wu Fan looked around the surroundings. The location here was spacious and he could finally show off his skills.
Just now when he was tucking the clothes on the corpse, he also took a medicine bottle away from the other party.
Wu Fan shook the medicine bottle in the air, and immediately held it in his palm and muttered something.
"The spirits of the sky, the spirits of the earth, the devils and gods are coming soon!"
Glancing behind him from the corner of his eye, Wu Fan saw the opportunity and blocked the movement of his hands with his body, and then started
He opened the ghost door in his palm and summoned a ghost golden sheep.
Following Wu Fan's order, the ghost golden sheep expanded its body while shouting, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a hill and blasted towards the ground!
Looking at the huge depression in front of them, several people were sweating profusely. If there was such a person to help, the task would not be too simple!
"My lord, you are so powerful! You really make us fall to the ground!" The leader hurriedly spoke, and the people behind him also hurriedly agreed.
"Okay, okay, I've demonstrated to you everything that needs to be demonstrated. Farewell!" Wu Fan waved his hand and was about to leave.
"Sir, stay!" The man hurriedly stopped Wu Fan, "Sir, you are right. Taoist Master Lu Yan did encounter some troubles, but he suddenly had some enlightenment and had to choose to retreat! So, could you please stay and help us solve this problem? …”
"Don't worry, let's talk about it first." Wu Fan smiled.
"Sir, the thing is like this..." This man did not dare to hesitate anymore, and his words continued like beans from a bamboo tube.
Although this person talked eloquently, he could sum it up in one sentence: Lu Yan wanted to get rid of the three pond owners!
It's a pity that the three ponds are not as easy to deal with as expected. Lu Yan chose to take action after seclusion to ensure safety during the period.
"So...as long as adults help, it is not difficult to destroy Sankoutang!" The man became more and more excited as he spoke.
"Well..." Wu Fan suddenly looked hesitant, "I can help you with other things, but I really can't help you with this matter..."
"Ah? Why?" The man was puzzled.
"To be honest, I am a weapon cultivator. I rely on this magic bottle to summon the demon god to help me fight!" Wu Fan took the ghost golden sheep back into his palm and pretended to re-stuff the medicine bottle in his hand. .
"Although there is no doubt about the strength of the Demon God, it is not full of loopholes like Qingyang Mountain. It is too difficult to get close without anyone noticing! I am not willing to take this risk!" Wu Fan refused again and again.
Although the word "weapon cultivator" is rare, they have also heard of it. Some people are weak and are not good at cultivating the physical body, so they can only use external objects to make up for it. These people are "weapon cultivators".
However, the financial and material resources required to become a weapon cultivator are huge, so few people can persist to the end.
After hearing the identity of the other party, the few people who were originally worried suddenly felt much more relaxed. At this distance, they were completely sure to kill him before the other party took action!
"Ahem..." The person who communicated with Wu Fan winked at a few people, and then shook his head slightly.
"It turns out that I am a weapon cultivator, I am disrespectful!" The man nodded and bowed, then said with a shy face, "To be honest with you, I also wanted to become a weapon cultivator, but I was unable to do so due to family constraints. So... Sir, can you make this happen? Lend me the Demon-Sealing Bottle, and it will help me settle a worry."
"What's the harm?" Wu Fan was generous and handed the things over casually.
After taking the thing and marveling at it for a while, the man reluctantly returned it and said, "Anyway, your coming is the best help to us. I will convey your kindness to Taoist Master Lu Yan in time!" "
"Then I'll say goodbye." Wu Fan put the demon-sealing bottle in his arms and strode away.
"What on earth do you mean?" Someone next to him frowned slightly, "At this distance, the weapon cultivator cannot pose any threat to us! As long as we do it together, he won't even have a chance to open the demon-sealing bottle!"
"That's right! That's right!" Others echoed.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Do you think weapon cultivators are fools and only have this kind of ability?" The man sneered.
"That's true...then what do you think we should do?" The man next to him continued: "If we don't think of a solution anymore, once Taoist Master Lu Yan comes back...sigh..."
As this person said, Taoist Master Lu Yan was indeed not here at the moment, but they still did not tell the truth.
"Hey! Let's see what this is?" The man turned his palm over and showed a medicine bottle.
"Ah! The Demon Sealing Bottle!" someone exclaimed.
"Shh! Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid that the weapon cultivator won't hear you?" Someone was nervous.
Compared with his previous cautiousness, the person involved looked relaxed: "Don't worry! His biggest support is already in our hands, and even if he comes back, he can't do anything to us!"
Listening to this person's explanation, he had just discovered that the demon-sealing bottle was exactly the same as the medicine bottle he had on him, so he dropped it when no one was prepared. The result was not what he expected, and the other party did not find any clues.
"Hurry! Open it and try it!" The nervous person thought about the same reason and hurriedly urged, while the other people also looked enthusiastic.
The man was about to nod, but stopped his movements: "No, I heard that there is a daily limit on the number of times a weapon cultivator's magic weapon can be used. If it is used excessively, it will cause irreversible damage to itself!"
What he just said was not a lie. He did have plans to become a weapon cultivator when he was young, so he still had some understanding.
"Is there such a thing? What do you think we should do now? Do we still have to follow the plan?"
"How can the plan be so realistic that the demon god will come?" The man tightened his grip on the demon-sealing bottle, and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't be impatient! We have our own people over there at Sankou Pond. What we have to do now is to wait for that person to pass on the news. The letter tells us when to take action! Hehe, Sankoutang will be destroyed by then!"
After that, they had no intention of going down the mountain and went back the way they came.
"I have to say, these people from Qingyang Mountain are really cautious." After a few people left, Wu Fan suddenly appeared.
His original plan was to find a way to prevent the so-called "Demon Sealing Bottle" from being accidentally lost, but he didn't expect that the other party's cleverness actually helped him a lot.
Fortunately, not everyone has the same medicine bottle, otherwise it would be unreasonable for everyone to have a "Demon Sealing Bottle"...
"I originally thought that the Lu Yan Demonic Way was here and could solve this problem in advance. In this case, there is no need to stay here..." Wu Fan thought for a while, and this time he really went down the mountain. .
Sanchawu Pier was still as lively as in memory. Wu Fan was thinking about where to go next, but was interrupted by a voice.
"Boy, get over here!"
Wu Fan looked back and saw a group of people behind him looking at him.
One more thing is worse than one less thing. Wu Fan was about to get out of the way, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His brows suddenly frowned slightly and he thought to himself: Can't it be such a coincidence?
"Why are you still standing there? I'm talking about you!" Seeing that Wu Fan didn't move, one of the big men rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.
Wu Fan was about to speak, but he found that this person had reached over him and pinched the shoulder of the person next to him: "You little thief, I have already taught you a lesson, why don't you remember it!"
As he spoke, there was a crisp click, and the thief's shoulder was crushed.
"Get lost! Never appear in front of me again!"
