At the foot of Daling Mountain.

A figure suddenly appeared under a large tree.

This is a young man of twenty-three or four.

If Nian Chen was there, he would have recognized this person at a glance, and it was one of the four dragon slaying monks whose faces he had memorized.

As soon as the young man appeared, he let out a long sigh of relief, and with a look of ecstasy on his face, he took out a blood-colored vial from his pocket.

When he looked at the mountainside, the young man couldn't help but show a hint of pride:

"Sure enough, it's a talisman, with him in hand, everyone else has to do their best to help me get out!"

"My Wang Lung really shouldn't be killed!"

"Not only did you survive death, but you can also get unimaginable rewards by sending the Seven Emotions Poison to the hands of the Inspector Envoy!"

"It's best to get a defensive magic weapon, and you can easily get out of this situation in the future, hehe......"

Before the young man could finish muttering, a figure suddenly fell quietly from the big tree five meters away.

"Who are you?"

The young man looked at the man dressed as a rich boy in astonishment.

"Don't worry, I'm not a member of Yanhuang!"

The young man said lightly.

The dragon-slaying monk named Wang Long, his eyes flickering with a slight white light, used the Prospective Qi technique to investigate the strange young man who suddenly appeared.

"Hmph, it's an ordinary person with no cultivation!"

Wang Lung breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face flushed with ruthlessness: "Boy, you dare to scare Master Long, it seems that you are impatient!"

"Phew, even I can't see through the Thousand Illusions, but you kid has also cultivated a hidden secret technique that is very similar to the Thousand Illusions!"

The young man's words made Wang Lung's face change drastically!

"You...... You're a monk too?"

"No, a thousand illusions, a thousand illusions...... You're from the East Victory Hall!"

After knowing the other party's origin, Wang Lung's voice was already trembling a little.

Ordinary people don't know, and even few people in the Huaxia police know about the existence of this Dongsheng Palace!

But Wang Lung, who was a member of the Dragon Slayer, knew that this Dongsheng Hall was a terrifying strength that even the Dragon Slayer didn't dare to provoke easily!

This force is proficient in all kinds of immortal cultivation secret techniques that have almost never appeared in Huaxia, among which the illusion technique is the most powerful!

"It seems that you are not stupid, you actually guessed my origin at once!"

The young man looked at Wang Lung with a playful face.

Wang Lung trembled slightly, and looked at the young man opposite with a vigilant face: "What are you going to do, our dragon slaying and Dongsheng Hall have always been well water and not river water......

"Don't worry, I'm not from Yanhuang, how can I have time to pay attention to your dragon slaying guys!"

The young man's words made Wang Lung's face look a little better, but the look of vigilance on his face remained undiminished: "Then what does it mean that Your Excellency is hiding here, and suddenly appears to block my way?"

The young man smiled: "I just want to borrow something from you!"

Wang Lung subconsciously tightened the blood-colored vial in his hand, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

"Don't you think about it!"

The young man shook his head slightly: "Only you care about this, I'm not rare!"

This sentence made Wang Lung smell the sound of heaven, and the ruthless color on his face disappeared in an instant:

"In this case, Your Excellency might as well come and listen, as long as you can, Wang is naturally willing to make you a friend!"

The young man nodded with satisfaction: "What I want to borrow is Your Excellency's face!"

Before the words fell, the young man suddenly disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared!

Wang Lung, who realized that he was being teased by the other party, changed his face in an instant!

The flying sword hidden in the sleeve flashed out, making a buzzing and trembling sound, ready to sacrifice and kill the enemy at any time!

Moreover, Wang Lung's figure was also rapidly becoming blurred, obviously preparing to perform the hidden secret technique.

However, the next moment, a figure quietly appeared behind Wang Long, and flicked his fingers......

Laugh at!

A sword qi shot out, and it sank into the back of Wang Lung's head like lightning!

"You ......"

Poof!

A sword qi erupted from Wang Lung's mouth, submerged into the dark night in front of him, and then turned over and fell to the ground!

The young man seemed to have expected this scene, and took a step forward indifferently, grabbing the blood-colored vial from the dead Wang Lung's hand.

When he straightened his waist, a sneer of disdain appeared on the young man's face: "The fourth layer of Qi cultivation is nothing more than that!"

When he looked in the direction of the mountainside, a murderous intent appeared in the young man's eyes:

"The boy surnamed Nian, you are also a fourth-level Qi cultivator, one level higher than me Li Zhan, but the next time you meet, your fate will be the same as this guy!"

This young man who calls himself Li Zhan is Qian Bohao!

Of course, Qian Bohao is just a name he has temporarily replaced.

And now, Qian Bohao looked at the corpse of Wang Long on the ground, kicked it over, and turned it on his back.

After quietly looking at Wang Lung's face for a few seconds, Qian Bohao smiled, and a trace of vague mana fluctuations came from his body......

The next moment, this guy's face began to change rapidly, and it became exactly the same as Wang Lung!

"Although after becoming Qian Bohao, Qianhuan must not be transformed into what it is now for a long time, and it can only last for half an hour at a time, but for such a long time, it is enough to attract the boy surnamed Nian!"

In his muttering, the face of "Wang Lung" changed back to Qian Bohao, and then he took out a fire bomb talisman from his pocket and threw it at Wang Lung's corpse on the ground......

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lung's corpse was reduced to ashes.

Qian Bohao sneered again and glanced at the mountainside of Daling Mountain, then unfolded his body and galloped towards Qingyun City......

......

Halfway up the Daling Mountain.

A three-meter boat slowly flew out and landed at the mouth of the cave.

Nian Chen and another Yanhuang monk also followed closely behind the spaceship and walked out of the cave......

Yang Dabiao was already guarding the entrance of the cave with hundreds of soldiers, and when he saw Nian Chen and the others coming out, he hurriedly waved his hand to let everyone put down their weapons.

Seeing Lian Songwen lying on the spaceship, Yang Dabiao's face couldn't help but change: "This...... What's going on?"

Nian Chen did not answer Yang Dabiao, but looked at the figure lying on the spaceship anxiously.

The blood on Lian Songwen's body has been lost too much, and with the mana exhausted, even the foundation building monk can't bear it!

"Nian Daoyou, Lu Mou will take his seniors down the mountain for blood transfusion first, you and Sun Daoyou will deal with the matter here, and then come and join us!"

Lu Fengming, who was standing at the bow of the boat, said hurriedly to Nian Chen and the monk surnamed Sun.

"Okay, okay, you can go quickly!"

Nian Chen is also extremely anxious.

Lu Fengming nodded, drove the flying magic weapon again, and shot directly in the direction of Qingyun City......

Yang Dabiao walked over and asked again, "What about the other people?"

Nian Chen smiled bitterly, told Yang Dabiao about the situation in the cave, and then said: "There is nothing wrong here, let the snipers on the mountain and these soldiers go back!"

Yang Dabiao simply saluted neatly, and then turned around to arrange.

A minute later, hundreds of people had all retreated cleanly!

"Fellow Daoist, there's nothing going on here, let's go down the mountain too!"

The monk surnamed Sun proposed.

Nian Chen's eyes looked at the corpses all over the ground and the flying swords scattered everywhere, and his face couldn't help but move.

Even in the dark of night, these flying swords still shimmered with a hint of silver!