Just as Qin Fengming was about to return the same way, there was a sudden sound of intermittent mountain rock cracking in the distance ahead, and from time to time there was a sound of "bang, bang" mixed with it.

The sudden appearance of this kind of sound in such a deep mountain made Qin Fengming feel very curious.

Stopped, listened, drew the sword, and used the Blue Cloud Trace Technique, shooting towards the place where the sound came from.

After traveling forty or fifty zhang, through the dense mountain forest in front of him, Qin Fengming saw that thirty zhang in front of him, in a relatively flat small valley, there was a person covered by a yellow light mask, and outside the light mask, there was a purple light, rotating rapidly around the yellow light mask.

On the face of that purple light, there was a sword that flashed with a white light, and it was in hot pursuit. The whole scene was remarkably weird, something he had never heard before.

Qin Fengming's figure and face were stunned, which reminded him of the second young master of the Zhang family who was killed by himself a year ago. The person in front of him should be an immortal cultivator, and he was holding on to the purple object at this time. But I don't know what the purple object is.

Looking at the purple light and the speed of the flying sword, it was two points faster than his Biyun Lost Body Technique.

Seeing that the fight over there was hot, no one on either side of the fight noticed that Qin Fengming was coming, so he quietly walked forward more than ten feet. At this time, he was only a dozen feet away from the battlefield, and the battle scene in front of him was even clearer.

I saw that within the purple light cluster, there was a small purple beast, and this little beast quickly surrounded the yellow light mask, and spit out a purple light ball from time to time, hitting the yellow light mask wall. The yellow mask only flickered slightly, and then stabilized again.

As long as the flying sword chasing the purple beast slowed slightly, the figure was a little void with his hand. The sword snapped, and its speed increased again.

At this time, the figure in the yellow light mask was holding a piece of ore with a shining green light in each hand, which was the kind of ore he had escorted before. His eyes were fixed on the little purple beast, but his face showed an anxious look.

Time passed another meal, and the yellow light mask was hit by the purple beast, and the shaking was significantly greater than before. At the same time, there was a roaring sound, and it was clear that this mask would not last long.

The speed of the flying sword was also much lower than before, and the speed of the purple beast had also slowed down, but the purple ball of light spit out by the little beast was not less powerful.

At this moment, the purple beast spit out a purple ball of light and hit the yellow light mask accurately, and the yellow light mask disappeared with a "boom". Suddenly, a young man in a black robe appeared.

The flying sword "smacked" and returned to the young man, hovering non-stop. The young man's face was full of nervousness, and he watched the little beast more than ten meters away.

The little beast stopped, its eyes shining with an eerie light, and stared at the man in black. The two sides were at a stalemate for half a cup of tea, and the little beast opened its mouth and spat out a purple ball of light, heading straight for the man in black.

At the same time, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards the man with great speed. The claws in front of him were extremely sharp, shining with a cool air, which was very amazing.

The man in black pointed at the flying sword, and with a 'bang', he met the purple ball of light, and at the same time, he threw a yellow note in his hand forward, and the note turned into a fist fireball during the flight, flying towards the purple beast. Both sides were extremely fast, almost as if they had made an appointment to shoot at the same time.

The purple beast seemed to have expected it, his figure flashed, avoiding the fireball, and he turned around and threw himself at the man in black again, the man in black couldn't care about throwing out the note again, so he hurriedly flashed to the side, but this time he couldn't avoid the attack of the purple beast.

One of the claws of the little purple beast was right on top of his arm, revealing a scar that could be seen deep into the bone. The young man in black was not lightly injured this time.

The little purple beast fell to the ground, and as soon as it turned, it was about to pounce again.

At this moment, a crystal object suddenly appeared beside it, when it wanted to dodge, it was impossible, "poof", the blue object had entered its body, and suddenly, half of the purple beast's body was immediately frozen.

At this moment, five more things hit the little beast, and the little beast immediately fell to the ground.

At the same time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy appeared on the spot, and with a flash, he was next to the purple beast. The young man raised his sword and cut off the head of the little purple beast. The whole process was almost instantaneous, as if it had been rehearsed many times.

This young man is not an outsider, it is Qin Fengming who has been watching for a long time. He saw that the man in black was in danger, so he was ready to make a move.

Seeing that the little beast had injured the man in black, when he turned around, he made a decisive move, using all his means, and killed him on the spot. Although he didn't know how that little beast was so powerful, he also knew that he only had one chance to make a move, and if he couldn't kill it, his life would be in danger.

The man in black thought that he would become the food of the little beast, but he regretted that he should not have coveted the treasure and came to kill the beast alone. At this time, he was already ready to self-detonate the treasure and wanted to work hard to be zuihou.

But in a sharp turn, the little beast died on the spot. When he saw that someone had killed the little beast, he suddenly sat down on the ground. After settling down, he carefully looked at the person who killed the little beast.

"Thank you Daoyou for your timely action, if not, I will be killed by this beast. I don't know what to call you, where to practice?" the black cloth stood up, arched his hand at Qin Fengming, and said.

When Qin Fengming heard this, he was stunned, he didn't know how the word "friend" came from, he wasn't wearing a Taoist robe, so how could the man in black call himself a Taoist friend?