After hearing what Han Ji said, Zhang Yan looked at him and smiled and said, "Senior Brother Han actually carries the Xuan Blood Pill with him. Could it be that you have planned it? Or, did you know that there were disciples of the Blood Soul Sect here?"

Han Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother Zhang misunderstood. I have been stagnant in the practice of Xuangong for six years. I know that there is no hope in this life, so I have been intentional in practicing magic skills. Last year, I spent a lot of effort to obtain a Demon Sect Sutra. I originally planned to take this opportunity to enter the demon cave and capture the devil's head to practice, and then take this pill to increase my merits. I really didn't expect that there were disciples of the Blood Soul Sect here in advance."

It seemed that in order to increase persuasion, he took out a book from his sleeve, held it in both hands, and handed it to Zhang Yan, "Senior Brother, look, this is this book."

Zhang Yan took it and took a look. When he met, he had three words "Miyuan Sutra". He nodded and knew that this was a martial art in the Demon Sect that was equal to the "Yiqi Qing Sutra".

However, if you want to practice this method, you have to push all the methods you have practiced before to start over. Zhang Yan couldn't help but have some other thoughts about Han Ji.

After all, there are not many people who can make up their minds by practicing for two or thirty years overnight.

Han Ji's face showed a hint of sourness and said, "Now there are many disciples of the Blood Soul Sect here. If I tell you my origin, they wouldn't be too embarrassed by me."

Zhang Yan thought about it and found that this was indeed the case. If Han Ji went to join the Blood Soul Sect, even if the other party did not accept him, he would not do anything to him for the time being.

First, the Han family is one of the five major surnames of Mingcang Sect, with a special identity and too many places to use; second, Han Ji is familiar with the inside story of Mingcang Sect, and even has many secrets from the big clans, but this is not something that can be found casually; third, he has hatred with Han, and is willing to abandon his mysterious skills, and even sends out the Xuan Blood Pill. This cause and effect is too great, and the person who follows will have to repay it.

And to take a step back, even if Han Ji fails to become a disciple, it is impossible for the other party to avoid collecting the Xuanxue Pill. For this magic pill that can improve his own cultivation, the disciples of the Demon Sect cannot resist this temptation, which is extremely beneficial to Zhang Yan himself.

If the elixir monks did not arrive, Zhang Yan would be able to escape in time even if he was defeated. However, he did not know how many disciples of the Blood Soul Sect were and how strong they were. Fortunately, the fifteenth month was about to arrive. If Fang Zhen, Xie Zongyuan and others wanted to escape, they would have to go to the entrance of the demon cave.

I believe that the disciples of the Blood Soul Sect will definitely be prepared. The disciples who can be mobilized will definitely be present. At that time, there will be a life-and-death battle between the two sides.

At that time, he can also go and investigate. If the other party does not have any powerful cultivators, he can feel at ease to practice here. If there is, at least he can fight to the death. Whether he can rush out of the demon's acupoint depends on his own luck.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan looked at Han Ji and said, "Senior Brother Han, have you made up your mind?"

Han Ji looked firm and said resolutely: "Senior Brother Zhang, you are a civilian, but you can enter the lower court. It is really rare to see you in a century. Although Han Ji is not as good as your senior brother, you still have the ambition to cheer up. How could I be willing to do it if I didn't try it?"

At this moment, I heard someone outside the cave snorting coldly, "I said who it is? It turns out that Zhang Yan, you little thief, is making a ghost behind your back! And Han Ji, you are still obediently dying so that you will not cause any more trouble."

As the voice sounded, a middle-aged monk with a narrow face stepped into the cave.

Han Ji suddenly stood up, his eyes full of anger, and said, "Han Quande! It's you!"

Seeing this person, Zhang Yan couldn't sit upright, with no surprise on his face. He just sighed, "Since you're leaving, why bother to come back and die?"

Hearing this, Han Quande laughed and said sternly: "Zhang Yan, do you dare to interfere in my Han family? No wonder Junior Brother Feng said that you must be a roadblock to my aristocratic family in the future. It seems that he is right, but he is only half right. If you die here today, you will naturally have nothing to do."

Junior Brother Feng?

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes, and a trace of splendor suddenly flashed through his eyes, and the sword ball in his hand was about to move.

Han Quande turned to Han Ji again, pointed at him and said, "Han Ji, it turns out that Xuan Blood Pill was stolen by your dead old mother? Humph, I came from a small family, and my hands and feet were indeed not clean."

Han Ji's eyes were red and pointed at him and shouted: "Han Quande, you are just a servant who was given a surname. What qualifications do you have to say to me? You are insulting my mother today, and I swear to kill you!"

After being revealed, Han Quande couldn't bear to worry about his face. Seeing that the two seemed to be trying to take action, he was shocked. The cave here was small and afraid that it would not be able to be used. He simply leaned back and flew out of the cave directly, shouted: "Two junior brothers, let's fight with me! Kill these two people and go back to receive the merits, and the head of the family will be rewarded."

Two responses came from outside. When Zhang Yan and Han Ji walked out of the cave together, they found three people standing in the air. The man on the left had a wind and thunder fork, and there seemed to be a crackling light of lightning flashing across the surface. The man on the right was holding a heavy gold-spreading wooden bowl, which seemed to be of ordinary quality.

Han Quande pulled out a long belt that looked like a mist and clouds, and the swaying was like a star, dazzling and dazzling.

The three of them were able to escape the pursuit of the disciples of the Blood Soul Sect because they had magic weapons in their hands. However, they had never used them to deal with Han Ji before. At this moment, facing Zhang Yan, the name of the true disciple was still very intimidating, and they immediately lit up all the magic weapons.

When Han Ji saw this, his face changed drastically and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, be careful, that is the wind and thunder fork, Guanyun Bo and Zixinghe Yueluo."

He stared at Han Quande again and said, "Han Quande, there is indeed an aunt behind him who is instructing him, otherwise where did you come from this Zixinghe Yueluo?"

Han Quande laughed again and said, "Han Ji, do you understand until today? Let me tell you the truth, the reason why your dead ghost mother could steal that martial art was because the wife did it on purpose. After you practice the martial arts, the wife ordered someone to secretly stab the master, and then ordered her to be killed by the stick."

When Han Ji heard this, his eyes were bloody and his qi was about to rush over. He was about to rush over without hesitation, but his shoulder was pressed by one hand. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Yan shook his head at him and said, "Brother Han, you go first. I'll deal with it here.

Han Ji immediately calmed down. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother, I understand what you mean. I am humble in my mysterious skills and cannot help you. I, Han Ji, is also a real man. If you say something wrong with me, I will kill heaven and earth, and both my soul and soul will be destroyed!"

After saying that, he bowed heavily to Zhang Yan, turned around, and flew away without looking back.

"Hmm? Want to escape?" Han Quande frowned, waved his hand, and said, "Junior Brother Fu, go and stop him, don't tell him to run away!"

"yes!"

The monk holding the wind and thunder fork responded. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw a little blue light coming in the sky and was about to stop him. He snorted, raised the fork and waved it. In an instant, a black wind gushed up on the ground, and there was a faint sound of green thunder exploding.

Seeing that the sword pill was about to be blocked by Heifeng, the blue light suddenly grew and turned from a half-fist light spot into a three-foot-long shuttle, and its speed suddenly doubled. Before Heifeng could come, he passed through his neck and then walked around it, and immediately cut off his head like cutting tofu.

The headless corpse fell from the air and was just swept by the black wind that was spraying. The crackling sound came, and the body robes and jade pendants were destroyed together. Finally, the black wind rolled the corpse again, and in the blink of an eye, it wiped away the flesh and blood without any trace.

The wind and thunder fork that lost its master's control also fell from mid-air, and dust dropped with a "click".

Zhang Yan killed one person in just one round, and the remaining two were shocked.

"Junior brother, be careful, this Zhang Yan has condensed the seed of Xuanguang, and can change the sword ball at will."

Han Quande looked solemn, but his back was filled with cold sweat. If the sword pill had come to him just now, he would have been cut off by the sword. Moreover, if Zhang Yan borrowed the sword pill and thought about escaping, he would not be able to do anything.

Seeing that there was no sound on his side for a long time, he turned his head and said anxiously: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you put on the erotic sand quickly!"

Another monk immediately came to his senses, quickly opened the lid of the bowl box, raised it high on his head, and fell in front of him. In an instant, there was a rumbling sound, like the river water bursting into the dam, and the crimson gravel rolling like clouds rolled out from the mouth of the bowl, surging towards Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan hid in the air, but the gravel seemed to have spirituality. He followed him into the air and made a rumble like a tide.

Han Quande smiled grimly on his face. Instead of besieging Zhang Yan, he dragged the "Purple Star River Yueluo" in his hand and flew elsewhere. However, wherever he passed, this ribbon would inevitably drag out a long colorful cloud more than three feet wide.

After several round trips, the world and the world were covered by the brilliant mist and clouds,

Han Quande stood in the air with a high altitude, swung his hand, and then pulled out another smoke, laughing and said, "Zhang Yan, you have a sword ball in your hand, you could have turned into light and flew away, but I can't do anything to you, but now the smoke and clouds are all over the world, it's called a net of heaven and earth. I see where you can escape!"

Zhang Yan looked up and saw that there was smoke everywhere around him, but the monk who fell down the beautiful sand had arrived at the top of his head at a very fast speed, blocking his only way out.

Seeing the bright red sand clouds pouring down from the square, he sneered, took out a gray card talisman and threw it into the void, chanting the magic trick, and then said: "Long!"

The fast card instantly turned into a four-foot-sized thing in the air, with cloud patterns, seal characters, mountains, rivers, fish and insects, round backs, covered mouths, and stood firm on his head, a ray of light poured down, covering his whole body. As soon as the rolling sand clouds approached, they would automatically split into both sides as if they encountered a reef in the river and stones.

Zhang Yan stepped forward, knocked away a cloud of clouds, sneered, and said, "Just wait, I want to stop me?"

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Chapter completed!