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Devil's Cave.

in the dark.

A young figure with an outstanding temperament slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

The young man's appearance is sixty-nine similar to Fan Hongwei.

Although he looks just like a human being, if you look closely, you can see that the skin on his body has a strange luster.

This person is exactly the puppet that Fan Hongwei left behind.

A trace of Fan Hongwei's thoughts were incorporated into the puppet.

"He actually came out of the demon world!"

"A small martial artist in the Shenzang Realm can actually stay in there for more than five months. His luck is really strong!"

The young man said somewhat unexpectedly.

His puppet was just a piece of chess left casually, and he didn't hold much hope.

After all, there are so many monks who have great blessings, but not many can truly seize opportunities from life-and-death crises and come out alive.

Fortune telling and divination are not omnipotent.

It just allowed Fan Hongwei to see a variety of possibilities, and then use this as a basis to play some free chess. Most of the free chess failed in the end, and only a few succeeded.

But successful idle chess can often yield huge rewards.

"Interesting, interesting."

The corners of the young man's mouth tilted up slightly, revealing a smile.

He stood up slowly, and a powerful perception spread, covering an area several kilometers in radius.

Suddenly.

There was something strange in young Fan Hongwei's expression.

"Hey, these people are also here for that boy?"

"Two groups of people, four fake alchemy monks, well, fake alchemy monks who are fellow practitioners of Xianwu..."

"Are they playing the trick of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind?"

"interesting……"

An interesting look appeared on Fan Hongwei's puppet's face.

Although this body is just a puppet, it incorporates a trace of Fan Hongwei's soul-splitting thoughts.

The way of thinking has the shadow of Fan Hongwei.

Just now, when his spiritual consciousness dispersed, he sensed four figures hidden in the darkness.

After careful perception, Fan Hongwei discovered that these four people were also coming towards Xiao Yu.

This is interesting.

"Let them test it out first."

"Although this Xiao Yu is a vulgar martial artist, he is a monk with profound blessings after all. He may possess a powerful magic weapon."

Fan Hongwei raised the corners of his mouth slightly and thought to himself.

This puppet only shows the strength of the golden elixir in its early stages, and does not have absolute strength.

If Xiao Yu really had an adventure in the world of demons and obtained a powerful magic weapon, and was caught off guard, give him a shot.

Then it is really possible for him to escape.

These four fake alchemy monks appeared at just the right time to help him test Xiao Yu's background.

Saved him a lot of effort.

The young puppet Fan Hongwei stepped out slowly and leisurely, with a carefree look on his face.

The figure swayed slightly and disappeared into the darkness.

Waiting for Xiao Yu to come out from the demon-suppressing army.

a long time.

Fan Hongwei's expression moved slightly and he looked towards the exit of the Demon-Suppressing Army.

Out!

"What a speed!"

"Is this little guy really a warrior? His understanding of the rules of space is stronger than many golden elixir monks."

"Is it an adventure I got in the demon world..."

The young Fan Hongwei puppet looked at the empty position with some surprise in his eyes.

According to the memory he got from his main body, although the warrior named Xiao Yu was fast, he was not that fast.

after all.

Even his true form has never seen Lin Zheyu use the Shuchichishin technique.

"Is it similar to the magical power of shrinking the ground into an inch..."

"I'm more interested in you now, Jie Jie..."

The young man Fan Hongwei let out a strange laugh and followed quietly.

It is normal for a monk with such profound blessings to have some adventures so far in his practice.

but……

Now these adventures are mine!

The puppet Fan Hongwei is full of confidence.

Although Lin Zheyu showed good understanding of rules and amazing speed.

But that is relative to monks at the foundation building level.

This puppet of his has real golden elixir strength.

Although it was only the early stage, the materials used to forge the puppet were very precious, and its defensive power was comparable to that of the middle stage of the Golden Core.

No matter how powerful a foundation-building monk is, there is a huge gap between foundation-building and golden elixir.

Otherwise, the golden elixir cannot be called a golden elixir. If I swallow a golden elixir in my belly, my fate will be at my mercy.

In Fan Hongwei's opinion, the puppets in the early stage of Jindan were easily able to deal with a vulgar warrior like Xiao Yu.

…

Lin Zheyu had just left the Demon-Suppressing Army camp.

The golden eyes in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly opened, and the perception was instantly activated to the extreme.

The area within a radius of more than forty kilometers suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

"Well……"

"There were actually five people guarding me outside, and they were divided into three waves."

"Four fake alchemy monks, are they fellow immortal warriors?"

"There is still one……"

"Hey, is this a puppet?"

"The appearance and smell are so familiar. Is he the puppet of that old man Fan Hongwei?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Lin Zheyu's eyes.

Fan Hongwei's departure is not surprising.

Lin Zheyu was surprised that Fan Hongwei would leave a golden elixir-level puppet here.

This old man, after all this time, still misses him so much.

Lin Zheyu didn't even know what to say.

"Every one of them is as cunning as anything, and they are still playing the trick of the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole following behind."

Lin Zheyu noticed the information from the three waves of people and muttered to himself.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These guys, thinking they are powerful, regard others as praying mantises.

Little did he know that their every move had long since fallen into Lin Zheyu's eyes.

"Everyone wants to kill me. Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"
To be continued...