Hu Jinwan and Jing Wenxin both had smiles on their faces, sitting on both sides of Su Fan and watching quietly.

Seeing that Su Fan had no intention of paying attention, Hu Jinwan took the lead and spoke.

"Sister, don't even think about it. Even the Holy Land Saint and the Headmaster's daughter in the Demon God's Tomb can't even think of exchanging elixirs from us."

Hu Jinwan said hey: "You should just go back and forth wherever you go. Brother Fan has no shortage of women around him."

These words immediately made Su Fan open his eyes and glared at Hu Jinwan with disdain.

What does it mean to have no shortage of women around you?

He has never had a Taoist companion until now, okay?

If he hadn't devoted himself to cultivation, he would have been with the senior sister of Haotian Sect ten thousand years ago.

It's a pity that the senior sister couldn't break through in the end, and could only watch her beauty disappear into the world of cultivation.

The female monk was a little anxious when she heard this.

If she didn't have spiritual energy to support her, she might not even be able to go to the second level. If she turned around and went back, she would have to face the demonic fog. If she couldn't go, she would have to wait here to die.

Going back and forth is a dead end. If I had known this, I wouldn't have come.

Su Fan sighed and said, "You wish for your own good, we can't help you."

"Why do you talk like that?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly stood up and shouted: "We are all monks from the Northern Wilderness. We are here to wipe out the evil spirits. When you see that our spiritual energy is insufficient, is it wrong to give us some spirit-gathering pills?"

"Well said, you rats in the world of cultivation, how do you know about our achievements? You are just ants hiding behind the crowd!"

"We risked our lives to come here for the sake of the people in the Northern Wilderness. Now you are not even willing to give a single Spirit-Gathering Pill. What a shame!"

"Don't let me know your background, otherwise I will make your sect notorious for thousands of years."

"..."

One person stirred up a thousand waves, and after someone spoke, a group of people started to curse even more.

"What are you talking about? Do you want to discuss spells with us here?"

Hu Jinwan and Jing Wenxin were ready to take action.

Immediately, this group of people retreated one after another, fearing that Hu Jinwan and the others would take action. After all, they were not strong enough at the moment and were no match for Hu Jinwan alone, let alone Jing Wenxin.

Su Fan waved his hand for Hu Jinwan and Jing Wenxin to sit down, and looked at the group of people calmly.

"You said it was for Beihuang, so let me ask you, have you ever killed the demon cultivators on the first floor of the Demon God Tomb?"

Su Fan said coldly: "Mingxin Temple has been guarding the Tomb of the Demon God for thousands of years. Have any of you ever helped? You all say that you have merits, but what are your merits?"

After hearing Su Fan's words, a group of people shut their mouths.

"Who do you think you are, worthy of dictating here?"

Even when the monk who started the matter started talking, the people around him quickly stopped him and told him not to continue talking.

But this person was completely indifferent and continued: "If you dare to come here at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, you are protected by two masters in the out-of-body stage. If it weren't for those two ropes, I'm afraid you would have died long ago.

"

"What did you say!"

Hu Jinwan suddenly rushed out, but Su Fan pulled him back by the rope.

The man continued: "What? Why don't you let me tell you? Do you dare to do it if you rely on the strength behind you?"

Suddenly, Su Fan chuckled, and his laughter became louder and louder.

"Dandy? I really wish I was a dandy."

Su Fan glanced around the crowd indifferently and snorted: "You don't

Are you asking me what I am? To tell you the truth, when I first came to Demon God Tomb, your parents were still liquid."

"You said that I relied on the two of them to get here. That's true. I do need their help. I admit it."

Su Fan said coldly: "Don't you want to know the power behind me and then discredit us? I can tell you too."

After saying that, Su Fan slowly stood up and threw a spirit-gathering pill into his mouth.

Suddenly, spiritual energy emanated from his body, and the Mingyou Nine Small Huntian Formation behind him moved slowly.

Spiritual energy surrounded his body, making him look like an immortal.

"Haotian Sect, banish Immortal Su Fan!"

Hu Jinwan also said with an indifferent expression: "Haotian Sect, little thief god Hu Jinwan!"

"Haotian Sect, Demon Cultivator Jing Wentian!" Jing Wentian followed closely.

The momentum of the three people suddenly burst out, alarming the birds and beasts in the surrounding woods.

But the voices of the three of them slowly circulated in everyone's ears.

Haotian Sect!

The only ten thousand year sect in the Northern Wasteland!

Unexpectedly, the three people in front of me were actually members of the Haotian Sect.

At this time, several people in the crowd suddenly shouted: "I remember, you are the lunatic from Yixiantian, and the legend of Haotian Sect is actually true!"

Obviously, they all heard about the legend of Haotian Sect and what happened before Yixiantian.

What kind of luck did they have? They managed to escape from the demonic mist, and now they met people from the Haotian Sect again.

The most important thing is that they actually framed someone from the Haotian Sect. Isn't this a clear sign of seeking death?

"What Haotian Sect, are you using rumors about the sect to scare us?" The person who started the trouble was still unwilling to give up.

But Su Fan shook his head and said: "Believe it or not, it's impossible for you to get out alive anyway. Whether we are members of the Haotian Sect or not is not important to you."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the distance.

There is no need to waste time here anymore. The seventh level of Demon God Tomb is still far away from them, so they have to leave now.

Hu Jinwan glanced at them coldly and said angrily: "You are lucky. If Brother Fan hadn't stopped me, I would have killed you long ago."

"Take care of yourself!"

Jing Wenxin didn't know what to say, so he could only say this indifferently.

Compared with Hu Jinwan's words, Jing Wenxin's words were obviously more heart-wrenching. After all, they didn't have the capital to take care of themselves here.

Looking at Su Fan and the others walking away, the group of people remained silent, but the female monk standing in front of the tree remained silent, staring at the place where Su Fan had been sitting just now.

There, three Qi Gathering Pills were thrown on the ground, which looked very attractive.

And she was not the only one who used this Qi Gathering Pill. The leading monk in the out-of-body stage also noticed it.

…

Su Fan and the other three were silent all the way, while Hu Jinwan had a bad temper and started complaining not long after leaving.

"Brother Fan, you have such a good temper. If it were me, I would have sent them to Fengdu City to report."

Jing Wenxin also nodded and said: "Senior is too kind. These people have weak Taoist hearts and are not even as good as demon cultivators like me. They really embarrass us Northern Wilderness monks."

Hearing this, Su Fan shook his head and laughed.

kindness?

He, Su Fan, would not be kind to strangers, let alone this group of people who provoked him again and again, so kindness was all fake.

"What do you think would happen if they were in this situation and suddenly saw the Qi Gathering Pill appear?" Su

Fan asked softly.

Hu Jinwan frowned and said: "Why don't you think about it? Of course they were robbed. Only the Qi Gathering Pill can support their survival here."

Jing Wenxin also nodded, expressing his agreement.

Seeing their answers, Su Fan also smiled and asked: "What if there are only three Qi Gathering Pills?"

Suddenly, Hu Jinwan and Jing Wenxin's pupils shrank.

There are more than a dozen people in this group. As long as nothing happens, three Qi Gathering Pills are enough to last them until they find someone from their sect.

But only one person can hold on.

"Brother Fan, do you mean to throw a few Qi Gathering Pills at them?" Hu Jinwan asked with raised eyebrows.

"I've left it behind."

Su Fan looked back and said with a smile: "If they don't fight, they may be able to survive for a while. Once the fighting starts, only three of them will survive to the end."

After that, he stepped into the darker and denser forest.

He is not a bad person, there is no need to help others at this time, three spirit gathering pills are enough.

For this group of people who have no conscience, even a spirit-gathering pill is a gift.

"Hey, I said Brother Fan, you don't care. You have already thought about it." Hu Jinwan chuckled.
To be continued...