Let the Golden Crow temporarily retreat below the horizon, last night.

After Fang Xiwen came up with the most sufficient reason, his sister was finally shaken a little.

But after hesitating for a while, Fang Qingxiao looked up and down for a while, then shook his head, "No, you don't know Qinggong, you can't keep up with us."

"I can."

After saying that, he turned over and jumped onto the roof nearby, then jumped down again. Fang Qingxiao's eyes widened in surprise, "When did you learn this?"

"I practiced secretly at night." Fang Xiwen straightened his back and looked very proud.

In fact, this is the "Jinghong Zhaoying" that I prostituted from Luo Qingni for free. I have used it once in a teahouse. It has both short-distance maneuvering techniques and long-distance lifting techniques. It is quite comprehensive.

Although the proficiency is not high, it is still barely enough during the gas accumulation period.

"And I will be able to break through to the perfection of accumulating energy tonight," Fang Xiwen put down the last straw, "I still practice Jingshishu, so I shouldn't be much worse than my sister's classmates."

Although I had known for a long time that my younger brother was very talented, I never expected that he would exaggerate to such an extent.

Fang Qingxiao blinked and walked straight past him, with a nice curve at the corner of his mouth, and the latter followed suit.

"Sister, is it okay?"

"Go back to the inn and I will protect you."

...

...

The next day, outside Jingshui City.

"...To sum up, he will act with us."

Following the instructions, the disciples of the Sword Sect gathered at the city gate and saw a familiar figure following the senior sister.

After Fang Qingxiao gave a brief explanation, everyone almost went blank.

"I don't agree!" A cute female disciple raised her hand and pointed at Fang Xiwen, "We are not going for an outing this time, he will only hold us back!"

Hearing this, the brothers didn't say anything, but they nodded vigorously in their hearts.

Who doesn’t know that the Third Young Master covets the righteous chivalrous girl? The problem is that even if you are usually disgusting, it’s too much to interfere with your brothers when they go on a mission.

That is to say, for the sake of senior sister, otherwise I would have scolded you long ago.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen was not surprised. He just smiled and asked: "Girl, what is your cultivation level?"

"Half a year has passed since I entered the stage of accumulating energy!"

"I am also a master at accumulating energy."

Seeing this, Shen Xingyao almost laughed angrily, "Are you worthy?"

"Seeing is believing," Fang Xiwen walked up to her, patted the scabbard on his waist, and said seriously: "Be careful, I'm about to draw my sword."

"Heh."

Shen Xingyao waved her hands towards the senior brothers and sisters who wanted to protect her, asking them to step back, and looked at him with her arms crossed and a sneer.

"I've seen a lot of people like you..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light came straight to the door!

She leaned back subconsciously, and while bending down, she also drew out her sword and stabbed him stubbornly!

"What are you doing!" "How dare you!"

Several urgent roars sounded, and someone immediately pressed down on Fang Xiwen's shoulders to make him stop, and then used a sword to deflect Shen Xingyao's counterattack.

Looking back, he saw an ordinary-looking man with a strong build, his eyes full of quiet composure, and a strong force coming from his hands.

"Senior Brother Yue!"

Shen Xingyao called out, with some dissatisfaction on his face.

"Junior sister, Third Young Master's sword will hit you early," the man said calmly, turning his head to look at Fang Xiwen, "Good swordsmanship."

The latter returned the sword to its sheath and nodded lightly.

"It was him who attacked by surprise!"

"Third Young Master told you in advance."

Hearing this, Shen Xingyao's face darkened, she stamped her feet vigorously, and after glancing at the senior sister, she returned to the team angrily.

After this farce, at least on the surface no one will question it anymore.

Although they would scold him even more harshly in private, Fang Xiwen didn't mind it.

After settling the matter, Fang Qingxiao led the team towards Fufeng Mountain.

The action team formed this time based on the whereabouts of evil cultivators is roughly divided into two parts. One part is the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect led by Fang Qingxiao, and the other part is the police team organized by the Six Gates.

Neither group was easy to deal with, so based on witness information, the two groups went up the mountain from different sides.

Jian Zong was responsible for the south side. The terrain on this side was relatively gentle, so Fang Xiwen could follow easily.

He had been two or three steps behind Fang Qingxiao. He did not talk to the Jianzong disciples, but just kept his spirits up.

His original intention was to help his sister. Even if he couldn't do anything, he couldn't cause her any trouble.

Suddenly, Fang Qingxiao's voice sounded in his ears, "Xingyao is the youngest junior sister and is very willful. We all give in to her."

Looking up, Fang Qingxiao didn't squint, only his lips were opening and closing slightly.

It’s the sound transmission into the secret!

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen nodded lightly.

"It was also the bet she agreed to on my behalf."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Xiwen finally couldn't help but look back.

Thinking that he was sizing her up, Shen Xingyao turned away in disgust.

‘It turned out to be her.’

Fang Xiwen's impression of her instantly dropped to zero, but she still looked calm on the surface.

As people went deeper into the mountain, the vegetation in the mountain gradually became sparse and covered with milky white mist.

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao took out the shining Frost Sky Sword, slowed down his advance, and lowered his voice: "Keep the formation, be careful of ambush."

Everyone did as he was told and took out their weapons and stood on guard.

Fang Xiwen followed her sister, glancing at the pocket in her arms from time to time.

There are silver nails that were used before, which can be used to detect miasma, poisonous gas and other toxic substances.

When he reached the front of the white mist, Fang Qingxiao finished his instructions and split the mist with his sword, revealing the corpses hidden inside.

Their deaths were so strange that Shen Xingyao squatted on the ground and vomited after watching them.

"I know this corpse," Fang Xiwen pointed to a corpse with half a face left and sighed, "These...are the bandits who attacked me yesterday."

Amidst the sounds of retching, he took two steps forward and squatted in front of the corpse. The silver nails in his arms were dyed purple.

To be honest, he wanted to vomit more than the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Knowing that these bandits were committing evil deeds, he couldn't say he had any sympathy, but he was still alive yesterday and now he looked like this, and he couldn't help feeling panicked.

But maybe this is the main tone of the world. If you want to survive, you have to get used to it.

"Xiwen."

Fang Qingxiao squatted next to him, shook his hand, and said, "Go back."

He shook his head, raised his hand to renew himself a miasma-avoiding charm, and said, "Sister, the death of these people is very strange."

Seeing that he calmed down in a short time, Fang Qingxiao touched his head happily, "What's weird?"

"Their toes are pointing towards the top of the mountain, which means that the attackers appeared below and blocked their way down." Fang Xiwen pointed downwards and thought for a moment, "But the area is so empty and there is no hiding place, which means that these fogs have come from

It’s been around since yesterday.”

"Yeah."

"But the formation that covers almost the entire top of Fufeng Mountain should not be completed overnight. Such as manpower, materials, etc."

"It means they have a stronghold nearby." Fang Qingxiao nodded lightly.

"Yes, generally speaking this is not strange, but..." Fang Xiwen pointed, "Next door is Tianyu Gate."

After hearing this, the two looked at each other and fell silent.

"And the flesh and blood of these people are more like being absorbed than being corroded," Fang Xiwen complained, turning the corpse over with a scabbard, "only some scum is left."

"I do know a few magic arts that can plunder the essence of flesh and blood," Yue Zhengfang interjected, nodding slightly towards Fang Xiwen, "Young Master, you have a keen eye. I apologize to you for contradicting me, Junior Sister."

"Senior Brother Yue, you're welcome," Fang Xiwen waved his hand, "I would like to hear more about the magic power..."

While the two were talking, Fang Qingxiao suddenly stood up and struck Bai Wu with a sword!

Puff!

I could vaguely see the sword light bringing out a burst of scarlet, and a man's muffled groan of pain could be heard.

Without hesitation, Fang Qingxiao chased after him with his sword straightened, his voice gradually fading away, "Let the team meet here!"
Chapter completed!