Walking through the village road, the villagers I saw along the way, the trapped Zhao Xiaofeng rescued them all, and each of them gave a rejuvenation pill, as for those who knelt down to ask for apprenticeship or something, they also pointed out the direction of going to the holy valley.

Flames are everywhere, and the strange fires that can't be extinguished by water are estimated to completely desolate the village.

Following the destruction along the way, Zhao Xiaofeng soon came to the entrance of the village, which was full of people, but obviously not the villagers of this village, and it is estimated that the end of the destruction of the village was here.

The entrance of the village was deserted, teams of warriors stood separately, and in front of the village, a piece of flying sand and rocks, and yellow dust rolled.

Zhao Xiaofeng blended into the crowd of spectators, without alarming anyone, they all looked at the battle ahead with full infusion.

This is a fierce battle, the true qi is overflowing, the yellow sand is floating all over the sky, and the two figures come and go in the yellow dust.

Just at a glance, Zhao Xiaofeng could see that one of the figures was Ye Jie, as one of the closest people, Ye Jie was turned into ashes, he knew everything, and Ye Jie's cultivation of yin and yang was very unique.

However, he didn't see the other disciples of the Holy Valley.

"It's over, I can't believe it's the people of this holy valley who won!"

"I don't know what kind of force this holy valley is, there is such a genius disciple, it's a pity that ......"

As soon as the surrounding discussion started, the yellow sand gradually dispersed, and after the two figures were separated by a touch, only one stood up.

Zhao Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, and it was Ye Jie who stood up.

When the dust settled, Ye Jie's figure appeared, he was holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword, surrounded by a yin and a yang breath, but his breath was unstable, and he was obviously not lightly injured.

After a long while, the fallen figure slowly stood up, glanced at Ye Jie unwillingly, and turned to walk towards a team.

At this time, in the team of the loser, one person walked out of the team and walked quickly in front of Ye Jie.

"If you give up now, Senior Brother will spare your life, or you will become a ghost under my hands. ”

In the face of this person's arrogance, Ye Jie snorted coldly, without saying a word, stepped forward with a sword, and drew a sword blade with a combination of yin and yang with a sword technique, killing the other party directly.

That person is not a weak person, and he has already watched Ye Jie's two battles, and he has a general understanding of Ye Jie's strength, where can he dare to be careless.

The body moved, avoiding the yin and yang sword blade, and picked the sword to fight back.

Soon, the two of them fought together, swords and swords, and the surrounding yellow sand was rolled up by the true qi of the two of them, and the floating sand and dust drowned the two in a blink of an eye.

At the viewing place, Zhao Xiaofeng frowned and looked at the side of the person who was fighting against Ye Jie.

There are more than a dozen young warriors in brocade clothes and martial arts, and their cultivation is all in the innate realm, and the most obvious is the one who is the leader.

The sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the white clothes and the sword, the breath is fluttering, and the cultivation at the peak of his condensation period is one of the highest people here.

Zhao Xiaofeng looked to the other side again, there were also more than a dozen young warriors in brocade clothes, most of them were women, and the first one was also a woman, and her cultivation was at the peak of the condensation period.

Only these two forces present surrounded Ye Jie, and the others seemed to just gather together to watch the show.

In addition, there was only one person standing next to Zhao Xiaofeng, who looked like a little ruffian, and he looked ordinary in a gray-white power suit, but he was a martial artist in the late stage of the Qi Condensation Period, and his strength was good.

As if sensing Zhao Xiaofeng's gaze, this person turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaofeng.

"Is there anything wrong, friend?" the man asked, confused.

Zhao Xiaofeng simply spoke directly, "I want to ask, what is the situation here?"

"Look there," the man gestured in his direction.

Zhao Xiaofeng looked over and saw a fiery red bead floating in the air, and a humanoid figure was struggling in the bead.

Every time the humanoid figure violently attacks the fire bead, a talisman attached to the fire bead will flash, and there is the power of the talisman, no matter how it struggles, it has no effect.

"This fire spirit appeared in this village, causing most of the villagers to be killed and injured, and at this time, it was this person who was wheeled and suddenly appeared to fight against the fire spirit.

It's a pity that the fire spirit has attracted a large number of martial artists here, and this fire spirit has now been preemptively sealed by the people of the Falling Moon Sect," the man also patiently told Zhao Xiaofeng in detail.

After speaking, pointing out the direction of the Falling Moon Sect, Zhao Xiaofeng looked over and saw that it was the team of the white-clothed young martial artist at the peak of the condensation period, and the people who fought against Ye Jie were also from their team.

"Then why didn't they just take the fire spirit and leave?" Zhao Xiaofeng asked with a frown.

"Where is the fire spirit that ordinary things can take away, don't look at the fire spirit's combat power may not be very good, but whoever wants to touch it, it will turn into ashes in an instant, and only a bag made of thousand-year-old cold spider silk can pack the fire spirit. ”

The man approached Zhao Xiaofeng as he spoke, and whispered: "If a friend has an idea, I have a bag made of thousand-year-old cold spider silk here, and I will sell it to you when we meet." ”

Zhao Xiaofeng was stunned, "If you had this bag, would you sell it to me?"

"In the Lower Heaven Treasure Pavilion Ling Yitian, businessmen don't do loss-making transactions, I see that friends can buy my things here," Ling Yitian said with a smile.

"Isn't the Falling Moon Sect exactly in need?" Zhao Xiaofeng said.

"You don't necessarily get paid for selling to them, and that's the biggest problem. ”

"I bought it, but I don't have any money," Zhao Xiaofeng took out a martial arts book and said, "Is it okay to exchange martial arts?"

"Pai Shan Zhang?"

Ling Yitian's face was shocked, and he immediately took out a blue bag that exuded a cold air.

After a quick exchange, Ling Yitian left in a hurry, and the fire spirit was actually less attractive to him than a martial art.

At this time, another battle came to an end, and amazingly, this time it was still the disciple of the Sacred Valley who won.

The dust dissipated, and Ye Jie held his sword against the other party's arrogant face.

The sword edge was close at hand, but the man was still arrogant, but he was annoyed and angry because of the defeat in public, and shouted: "Bastard, let go of the sword, if you dare to go any further, you will be cramped and skinned." ”

"Who gave you the confidence to make you think I wouldn't kill you. ”

Ye Jie's faint voice sounded, and the man suddenly laughed.

"I am a core disciple of the Falling Moon Sect, even if you dare to kill me, I ...... Ahh

Before he could finish speaking, a sword flashed, hot blood soared, and a big head flew out, and his face was full of disbelief after he landed.

A person in a small force who had never heard of him dared to kill him, since joining the Falling Moon Sect, he never expected this to happen.

"Look for death!"

An angry voice sounded, and a white cloth slashed across the sky, heading straight for Ye Jie.

But it was the young man in white with a sword, as the senior brother of the Fallen Leaf Sect, he didn't expect Ye Jie to dare to kill people, this time he led the team out of the sect, but he could guarantee that he would never let the junior brother and sister return with any loss, although the sect would not blame him for the death, but against what he said in public, his face was gloomy.