At this moment, Fang Xian seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, just now when he was helping the Kun clan to conquer the medicine shop in the village near Fang Xi Village, a special spiritual sense fluctuation suddenly came into Fang Xian's mind, this is a special spiritual imprint between Fang Xian and Fang Heng's father and son, and at the moment when his life is threatened, the other party can know in time.

After Fang Xian and Fang Chen both left the medicine shop, after everyone in the medicine shop looked at each other, they glanced at the black ball in the center in shock, and then turned around and left silently, not even daring to make a sound.

However, just after everyone's heart palpitations dispersed, two black figures suddenly appeared in the center of the medicine room, and the black robe completely covered the figures, revealing only the pair of shining black eyes.

"Tsk, you dare to provoke the three-grade medicine, that kid is really not simple!" After the figure appeared, one of the black-robed men sneered, and his cold voice made people a little creepy.

"Let's go, don't let him escape, otherwise the commission is small, why can't you meet people in the ghost market!" The other black-robed man was expressionless, exuding a trace of coldness all over his body, and sneered lightly.

"Don't worry, he can't escape!" The unimpressed voice of the black-robed man before said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he disappeared in place again.

On the mountains outside Fangxi Village, a white figure galloped through the air with a sound of breaking through the air, and its speed had reached a point where it was difficult for ordinary people to see.

About half a burnt of incense later, a gray figure flashed on the mountain in an instant, and at the same time as the gray figure flashed, an angry roar suddenly came out like thunder.

"Little scrap, the old man is going to skin you alive!" Fang Xian, who was chasing after Fang Chen, was full of rage, his blood-red pupils were like a fierce beast that loved people, making people's hearts tremble, and the violent momentum of the third-grade medicine priest formed a small wind whirl, whining around it.

"Damn old thing, that's fast!" The spiritual sense covering his body detected that Fang Xian's speed was getting closer and closer to him, Fang Chen scolded unwillingly, and after wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, his speed was even faster.

Between the countless mountains, the two figures chased one after the other, but the distance between the two was getting closer all the time, however, no one noticed that behind the two figures, there were two weird black robes also followed closely.

Fang Xian didn't notice that the location where Fang Chen fled was in the direction of Xuanshi City. Xuanshi City is different from ordinary villages, the former is protected by the royal family of the Yaoma Empire, and fighting is strictly forbidden in the city, because the city lord of this city is one of the few four-grade great pharmacists who can be comparable to Fang Yan of the Fang clan, and under its deterrence, there are not many people who dare to fight at will in Xuanshi City, of course, this excludes the strong people of the Yifeng Sect and the alchemists who exceed the four-grade great pharmacists.

No matter where you are in the Tianding Continent, it is an immutable law that strength is respected, as long as the strength reaches the point of being strong, any regulations will disappear like a cloud of smoke.

Obviously, with Fang Xian's current realm of the third-grade pharmacist, he does not have the strength to step on any regulations.

Under Fang Chen's desperate escape, the outline of the huge city wall of Xuanshi City instantly appeared in his field of vision. Seeing the huge city wall within a hundred meters, Fang Chen's tense face suddenly relaxed, because if he could enter Xuanshi City smoothly, he would have many ways to escape Fang Xian's pursuit.

However, the reality is always cruel, just when the distance between Fang Xian and Fang Chen was only about ten meters closer, after seeing the Xuanshi City within a hundred meters, Fang Xian's face changed suddenly. At this moment, he finally knew why the young man in front of him was running in this direction so desperately.

Fang Xian had to admit that he was carried away by anger before, he must not be allowed to enter the city at this moment, he has lived in Xuanshi City for hundreds of years, he naturally knows that there is an old monster of a fourth-grade great medicine master in Xuanshi City, if he is allowed to intervene, then the hope of killing his son's enemy alive will also be disappointed.

He must not be allowed to enter the city!

Fang Xian's face tightened suddenly, his body took the lead in moving, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards Fang Chen, and in the blink of an eye, he controlled the distance between himself and Fang Chen within ten meters.

At this moment, a hideous smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xian's mouth, and then his figure stopped abruptly, and his hands moved slightly to turn up the decisive seal while shouting: "Draw the ground as a prison!" ”

The finger seal fell, and Fang Chen's figure, which was still speeding up and fleeing, suddenly stopped, and before he could react, the air next to him suddenly distorted, and then a green transparent pillar appeared around Fang Chen, firmly imprisoning him.

"Damn, it's a prison!" After twisting his body a few times and finding that he couldn't break free from this shield at all, Fang Chen suddenly scolded with some unwillingness.

Painting the ground as a prison is to reach the realm of the pharmacist of the iconic control of the pharmacopoeia, basically after stepping into the realm of the pharmacist, the talent is not too bad will comprehend this pharmacopoeia, of course, since it can reach the realm of the alchemist pharmacist, then it is conceivable that the talent will be bad?

Painting the ground as a prison only has a 100% chance of having an effect when it is below the realm or not much different from one's own realm, and if it is applied to an alchemist who is higher than his own realm, the probability will not exceed one percent, so the effect of this pharmacopoeia is also called an abusive pharmacopoeia by the alchemist industry.

However, Fang Chen at this moment is precisely the masochist!

Looking at Fang Chen, who was imprisoned by himself, Fang Xian's hideous smile gradually solidified, and his blood-red pupils seemed to be filled with endless killing intent, and the air flow condensed by the murderous aura formed a small wind roll around Fang Xian, making people a little cold and desperate.

Is this the true strength of the pharmacist? Tough!

"Little chop, I'm going to cut off the flesh and skin on your body piece by piece, so that you can taste what life is worse than death!" The smile on the corner of Fang Xian's mouth became more and more fierce, and Sen Leng's expression seemed to come from the bottom of the Nine Shadows, which made people's backs chill.

Fang Xian was still holding back, there were no extra words, and when his fingers jumped, a cluster of green flames instantly condensed in Fang Xian's hand. As the medicine man's coercion suddenly dissipated, Fang Xian's figure suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage and slamming towards Fang Chen's head again.

"Your son is not dead!" However, just as Fang Xian's flaming palm had just touched Fang Chen's brain, a disapproving voice made Fang Xian's palm stop vividly.

"Heng'er is not dead?" The trembling palms stiffened in mid-air, Fang Xian was still looking at Fang Chen gloomily, but listening to the fluctuation of his tone, he could clearly detect the struggle in his heart.

When he was in the medicine shop just now, Fang Xian noticed that Fang Heng's signs of life were gone, and the connection between his mind and Fang Heng had completely disappeared, and on the surface of all kinds of signs, Fang Heng was indeed dead. But as a father, Fang Xian still had luck in his heart after hearing the news that his son was not dead.

However, it was this kind of luck that almost left him with no bones!

Seeing that Fang Xian stopped attacking, Fang Chen's lowered eyes instantly opened up, and at the same time, a small black medicine pattern broke through the confinement of the prison of the painting ground, and attacked Fang Xian in front of him with lightning speed.

"The words of the enemy are not something that can be believed at will!"