Zhan Changfeng sat cross-legged on the back of Feihe, holding the Tai Chi seal in his hands to guard the spiritual platform, while the flowing clouds flew by and his black hair was flying.
Suddenly she raised her eyelids slightly and saw a stream of light coming from behind, as if it was rushing towards her. The soles of the man's feet were magic weapons like round wheels. He caught up with Feihe in the blink of an eye, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you stop talking!
"
Holding a weapon in your hand to make people stop talking?
However, it was indeed disadvantageous for her in the sky. Zhan Changfeng drove the flying crane to fly to the ground. The black-faced Taoist grinned, how could he let her go, and threw out the secondary formation plate with a wave of his hand, "Heavy Fire Formation!"
Feihe ran headlong into the burning world, only to see blazing flames all around, as if he had been imprisoned in a furnace. He screamed and his feathers were all on fire.
The black-faced Taoist laughed when he heard the sound. This place is two thousand miles away from the ground. I'm afraid you can't escape. At this time, a sword light split the fire formation, and at the same time, a rope shadow shot out and entangled his feet. When the fire cloud dispersed, he was already
I was pulled down and fell, and the high-altitude wind hurt my cheeks!
"Damn it." The black-faced Taoist tried his best to control the round wheel under his feet, and at the same time, he used his green light sword to slash towards Zhan Changfeng. The blue light was like lightning, reaching her eyebrows in the blink of an eye, and in an instant, a phantom of a war helmet appeared.
Covering her face, the green light and the shadow disappeared together.
Zhan Changfeng didn't give him a chance to cause trouble, so he grabbed the Immortal Binding Rope and swung him away, and a soul thought cut into the round wheel to cut off the connection between the two.
The black-faced Taoist was traumatized and bared his teeth. However, he fell in the air with no point of strength. Seeing that he was getting closer to the ground, he didn't want to turn into meat yet, so he hit the ground repeatedly with seals to alleviate the downward trend.
Over there, Zhan Changfeng did nothing and fell to the ground with great force. When he was still more than ten meters away from the ground, he suddenly threw out the fairy rope and wrapped it around the tree trunk. He stepped on the tree and rushed towards the still falling black face again.
The Taoist, the black-faced Taoist's waist was whipped with the leg whip. The black-faced Taoist's internal organs were all twisted together, and his body crashed into the forest, and the trees rattled and fell down one after another.
The black-faced Taoist was dizzy, as if his spine had been broken under gravity, and he kept spitting blood out of his mouth, "You...you are..."
Who are you?
Zhan Changfeng was surprised. He originally thought he was sent by some corps, didn't he?
She approached the black-faced Taoist and used the Soul Searching Technique to skip the unimportant memories on the surface and go deep into the soul. However, she encountered a barrier, a bright red word "kill" that prohibited the protection of his important memories.
Zhan Changfeng felt that something was wrong. Who was he? "Who am I?"
She touched the Immortal Binding Rope, and it was the one that did not match her identity at this time. "Do you know it?"
The black-faced Taoist's eyes trembled, and he was killed by Zhan Changfeng in the next breath. Could it be related to the Gongsun family?
Zhan Changfeng took away his belongings and used corpse-dissolving water to eliminate the body.
There was nothing on this person to prove his identity, but she found more than a dozen reward notices. One of them was for her current identity, and she asked to be killed. The other one was for Yi Zhan's identity, and it also described what she might take.
The fairy binding rope, jade pendant and other magic weapons were required to be brought back to her body or captured alive. This was undoubtedly distributed by the Gongsun family.
But whose request was the previous one?
And the strange thing is that these rewards do not have information about the publisher and recipients, as if they come from a well-organized assassination organization.
Zhan Changfeng looked at the other reward orders and put them away. They might be useful in the future. Then he counted the contents of the black-faced Taoist's storage bag, including a volume of the Heart Sutra and two magic books. Fifteen
Sixty thousand low-grade spiritual stones, twenty medium-grade spiritual stones, and some miscellaneous things.
The Heart Sutra should be something in the organization, but it was banned and she couldn't open it.
Although Zhan Changfeng had doubts, he had no choice but to continue on his way.
She probably fell into a mountain forest, and Feihe died in the fire formation. She could only get out of the mountain forest first before making any plans.
There is a winding official road at the foot of Xijun Mountain. There is a long pavilion next to it, with a tea shed set up beside it for travelers to rest.
A salesman with a short brown cloth raised his head and drank herbal tea, a young couple shared a plate of steamed buns, a group of rough men stood on a stool with their chests exposed and drank wine, and several horses were tied in the shade of the trees.
It is already approaching autumn, but the sun is still shining brightly in the distance, grand and blazing. Except for the people hiding under the tea tent of Changting, no other travelers can be seen. Only the empty and hot official road is meandering eastward, passing by Heshui City.
Arrive directly at Hanxue City.
The men clinked bowls and drank wine boldly, feeling full of energy in this hot and drowsy time.
"Boy, please serve another dish of pastrami, hahaha, Wudan'er pays!"
"Hey!" The tea stall owner was excited, wiped his face and shook off his drowsiness. He quickly cut half a catty of beef prepared by his parents at home, put it on a plate and sent it over, and put it firmly on the table, "I'll use it slowly, it's not enough."
besides!"
"Shit, I don't want to lose again." The man who was called Wu Dan'er had a face full of pain.
The stall owner avoided this sentence and smiled warmly, "Please use it slowly."
After saying that, he went back to his shed, looked at the tea in the teapot, and counted the steamed buns in the basket. There were probably a lot left, but he hung his head and thought about his livelihood.
The people who just thought they were losing a lot started drinking and boxing again, as if they would never worry about money. The stall owner looked at them enviously. The meat was packed onto a plate, and he couldn't eat even one in a month.
return.
But he only glanced at them. These people were surrounded by people who were not easy to get along with. They might be warriors of some sect.
There were some noises in the forest against which he was leaning, as if something was approaching. The stall owner turned pale, thinking of the jackals, tigers and leopards that would come down from the mountain to perform tooth sacrifices from time to time.
The men picked up their swords and said with playful smiles, "Hey, are they adding food to us?"
Immediately, the dense twigs and leaves were opened, and a person came out. Her white robe was dusty, and she was holding a long object wrapped in white cloth. One end of it was frayed, revealing a cold light.
He glanced over and said with a smile, "Do you need a deer? A whole one."
"..."
The resting pedestrians looked at her strangely, and then looked at the towering Xijun Mountain. This mountain is not generally steep and the road is difficult to pass. How did she appear?
"Where...did you come from?"
At this time, Zhan Changfeng was pushed on the shoulder, and he turned around helplessly, "I'm just kidding, I didn't want to betray you."
She turned her body sideways, revealing a tall and handsome sika deer. The deer butted her with its horns again. It wasn't until Zhan Changfeng touched its head that it turned around and jumped into the forest.
Fortunately, the mountain elves showed her the way, otherwise she would not have come down so easily.
Zhan Changfeng ignored everyone's ghost expressions, stepped onto the official road, and left freely.
A young woman whispered to her husband, "Could it be a fairy from the mountains?"
"Why didn't you say it was a monster?" The husband said unconcernedly, "There are so many strange people now, so don't make a fuss."
The three or five strong men were also whispering:
"Did you see anything in her hand? It looks like it should be a sword."
"That's right, I saw a gleam of cold light from the bottom. It's a good sword."
Several people looked at each other, suddenly laughed, kicked off the bench, mounted the horse with the rope, and ran away with a wave of their whips.
The stall owner chased after him with sweat, "You haven't paid yet!"