Although Yeyang has not treated people for a long time, he is still no stranger to these, and he should be used step by step one one to show it smoothly, he can be low-key anywhere, but he has never denied his medical skills, which is arrogant and arrogant.

Jing Fanchen's leg disease is not very serious, at least for Yeyang, the key is the fire poison that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as long as this fire poison is solved, the injury will recover quickly.

It's just that this fire poison is too fierce, deep-rooted, and has been entrenched for a long time, and ordinary people are helpless at all, but Yeyang can directly use the Netherworld Heart Sutra to inhale it into his body to refine it, and after the medicine is treated, it will be no big deal.

The treatment was busy from morning to afternoon, and it was not until dusk was approaching that Yeyang dealt with the poisonous wounds of Jing Fanchen, everything was carried out in silence, except for Zhang Ling with a smile on his face, the two of them had no expression, one thing was done, and it was time to do another......

Several thatched houses, a small inn, the wind and sand and cold waves sweeping the earth, inside the house, a wooden table, three people, one watching, two people sitting opposite each other, the atmosphere is silent and depressing.

"Do you really want to take over the Pure World Killing Altar? instead of a whim, you have nothing to do?" Jing Fanchen rubbed the broken knife with his hand, his eyes were still cold.

"That's right!" Yeyang nodded indifferently.

"I heard that your body is very fast, but the old man thinks that my knife will be faster, I only make one knife, if you dodge, you are the new altar master of the pure altar. ”

"It's a deal. ”

"Don't answer in such a hurry, I will do all my strength with this knife, even if you helped me cure my old disease just now, the knife will not be merciful, once it is issued, it is good to dodge, but if you can't dodge, there is only a dead end, can you think clearly?"

"The key to solving the problem is not to think so, but to do it, needless to say, let's get started!"

The words fell, the room fell silent again, no one spoke, no one moved, everything was carried out in silence, without the obstruction of the wooden door, the cold wind rushed directly into the thatched house, the biting cold spread, only the old beams could not bear the squeeze of the wind and sand, and let out a squeaky scream.

The old withered hand grasped the black hilt, Jing Fanchen's face was indifferent, a thin layer of frost was covered between his eyebrows, his whole body was trembling with his hands, and even the wrinkles on his face were trembling slightly, as if he was also exerting strength, and the cold wind in the room became more and more cold.

Yeyang's face was calm, and his thin body stood in the frenzied cold wave, but he did not tremble at all, standing still, like a cold ice sculpture, which also blended into this cold world, leaving only his clothes fluttering, dancing with the wind, and making a rustling sound.

Zhang Ling on the side was just spread by the aftermath, he was already trembling, secretly pinching a handful of sweat, his heart was full of complexity, Yu Qing, Yeyang cured Jing Fanchen's leg disease, and he had great kindness to him, he didn't want to see Yeyang die under Jing Fanchen's knife like this, Yu Li, he didn't want the Pure World Killing Altar, which had been developed hard for hundreds of years, to fall into the hands of an unknown person.

Seeing that the breath of the two of them was getting higher and higher, faintly showing a-for-tat trend, Zhang Ling's heart rose to his throat, and his face was full of solemnity, but at this time, the breath of the two weakened suddenly, and finally dissipated into nothing.

"What a fast knife!" said Yeyang.

"I'm old, I'm useless, I can't even hurt myself so close, and it seems that it's time to abdicate. Jing Fanchen sighed, rubbing the ordinary broken knife.

"There's still a long way to go, and six hundred years old is nothing more than a child in our country!"

"Oh, I'm a little interested in your place, and I don't know when I'll have the opportunity to visit it?"

"There will be a chance, the Pure Altar will not be limited to a small Northern Sealing Realm, it also needs a wider sky to fly, and I am the one who can give them wings. ”

"Don't talk too much, there's still a long way to go. ”

"The roads are all walked by people, and instead of following others to take the big road, it is better to take the small road yourself, so that you can get closer. ”

"Well said, the old man will wait and see. ”

"Then wait!" ......

The two of you said a word to me, Jing Fanchen put away the broken knife by himself, walked side by side with Yeyang, and left the thatched house together, and soon disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

Only Zhang Ling, who was stunned, was puzzled for a while, not understanding what they were talking about, but then, his pupils constricted, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

A piercing knife roar suddenly sounded, and a straight crack appeared in the middle of the table where Yeyang and Jing Fanchen were sitting opposite each other, starting to crack from Jing Fanchen's side, and then quickly spreading to Yeyang's side, completely dividing a table into two halves, with a smooth cross-section like a mirror.

Not only that, but the cracks continued to spread, like a straight line, cutting the bench behind and the wall, even the thatch on the house, the grass clippings were scattered, and a blood-stained black corner fluttered freely.

"Hum!" A knife light lit up, black and white complemented each other, it was difficult to describe the mystery, there were no gorgeous moves, no brilliant light, just a knife, only the sound of knives could be heard around the ears, and several thatched houses were instantly razed to the ground.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, the yellow sand was flying all over the sky, Zhang Ling crawled out of the ruins with a disgraced face, his beloved white clothes were stained with dust, but he didn't have time to feel distressed, his face was still sluggish, and a slight knife sound still echoed in his ears......

Under the yellow sand, in the place of the pure altar, in the underground palace, a woman stood in the main hall, wearing a tight red dress, holding two fire-colored short knives in her hands, with a slender figure and a wonderful appearance, but her pretty face was full of anger at this time.

I don't know how to do it recently, unlucky things are always one after another, which catches people off guard, I don't sleep at night, a madman breaks in, and I am ashamed to say that I want to be in charge of the clean altar, and the old lady is still thinking about it every day, and I don't see when it can be realized, where did this come from, where is your turn!

A self-righteous madman, it's good to kill anything, but here's the problem, this madman's strength is still so extraordinary, not only has he broken the extinction array that has spanned the Pure Altar for hundreds of years, but even the three of them have been directly defeated together, this bastard boy is like a loach, he can't fight no matter how he fights, and people can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness.

said that he was kind-hearted, and he could kill many people, but he showed mercy every time, but the Golden Sword God King was such a delicate little beauty, and he was killed by him mercilessly, although they had a bad relationship, I wish that anyone would disappear completely tomorrow, but at this time, it is still inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will die.

On the surface, it looks tender and peaceful, and even the boy who assassinated him can easily let go, just patting his head and throwing it upstairs, but sometimes he is extremely shameless, from kicking people's butts during the fight, to eating tofu with his thin waist around his waist after the end, he is a stinky hooligan, so that her face is still hot, and she scolds the bastard in her heart.

Finally deceived this guy away, and let Zhang Ling take it to ask the old altar owner's opinion, which is really ridiculous, a person who looks so shrewd, but he can also believe those nonsense, and now he went to see the altar owner, with the character of the altar owner, even if he is not dead, at least let that guy be half disabled.

But thinking of this, a trace of worry rose in her heart, and it took half a day to shake off this strange thought, but wave after wave of unsettled waves, not long after the two left, a black giant wolf rushed into the dungeon again, and the powerful beast king of the fourth grade had to let her take it seriously.

The monster in front of him is very difficult to entangle, it seems that he has been fighting fiercely for a long time, and he has not hurt him in the slightest, but the blame is here, this monster is also like playing, he didn't treat her as an opponent, just stayed here, as if he was waiting for someone, from the big spiritual eyes, she could almost see a look of contempt.

The headache and depression persisted for a long time, the Chixiao Demon King shook his head, clenched the fire knife in his hand, and was about to attack the monster on the opposite side again, but at this time, the fine iron gate that had just been repaired in the underground palace was slowly pushed open after a bang.

An old man in a black robe walked in from outside the passage, his eyebrows were cold, his face was like ice, and he had a broken knife pinned to his waist.

"Altar master, you are finally back, there is something important to report from your subordinates, last night, there was a guy who came out of nowhere, not only killed everyone in our Pure Altar Divine Word Collar, but also broke into the underground palace along the vine. ”

"That guy is not only treacherous and cunning, but also extremely cruel, even the Golden Sword God King was killed by him, we have no choice but to give in temporarily, and use tricks to deceive his trust, let Zhang Ling take him to find you, now you should have arrived at the place where you cultivated, and asked the altar master to surrender. ”

Jing Fanchen listened to her words expressionlessly, and then replied: "I already knew what you said not long ago, and that guy was also suppressed by me. ”

"I wonder what the altar master wants to do with him?" the Chixiao Demon King asked cautiously again.

"What should you do, you better ask him what he means!" Jing Fanchen said as he walked out of the passage with a calm face.

Zhang Ling also followed behind him, handed her a meaningful look, and smiled strangely: "I also think that it is better for you to ask yourself!"

The Chixiao Demon King was stunned, confused by the reactions of the two, neither understanding what Jing Fanchen's words meant, nor understanding Zhang Ling's strange smile and gaze, until she stared for a moment, watching the murderous guy appear in the passage, and walked into the underground palace with black lines on her face.