Just when everyone was still stunned, He Zichuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a strong wind blew in the air, like a big hand to catch the strange treasure, and when everyone's eyes turned, the strange treasure had been included in He Zichuan's own small world. There were more than a dozen middle and low-level monks around him, but he didn't expect that under the eyes of many holy realms, there were still people who couldn't resist the temptation to wade into troubled waters, and they were afraid that the holy realm monks would be angry and affect themselves, so they all retreated a few steps, and in an instant, a no-man's land five or six zhang wide was formed with He Zichuan as the center.

The breeze is invisible, the best at concealing, He Zichuan only revealed the mid-stage cultivation of the fairy realm at this time, and none of the holy realm monks floating high in the air saw through it. Seeing that it was only a middle-level monk who had seized the treasure, the Holy Realm monks had different thoughts in their hearts, but except for planting more than a dozen divine thought marks on He Zichuan's body to prevent him from escaping, no one immediately took action.

Although the Divine Mind Mark only played a positioning role and did not hurt people, many middle and low-level monks around He Zichuan had already shown gloating expressions. Is it still good to be targeted by so many holy realms? Some people who are a little kinder still feel sorry for He Zichuan in their hearts. An old monk in the late stage of the reality even sighed, casting a sympathetic look at He Zichuan, as if blaming him for not being so greedy and giving his life in vain.

The middle and low-level monks in the extreme north naturally did not dare to make a mistake under the watchful eye of the holy realm, but the middle and low-level monks in the southern Xinjiang had the support of the "young master", and they quietly moved around He Zichuan without waiting for orders and surrounded him.

"Hand over the treasure, spare you from death. A white-eyed old man who cultivated in the fairyland threatened He Zichuan coldly.

He Zichuan fixed his eyes and saw that this person was none other than the one who was guarding the entrance to Mustard Sumeru in the mansion of the Lord of Jingning City in Wuzhou. He Zichuan showed a solemn expression, didn't say a word, and quietly took a step back. The white-eyed old man was about to shout, but He Zichuan suddenly burst out, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword shot out, forcing the few people in front of him to retreat, and then swept away quickly outside the valley. But the people who surrounded him were worthy of being the elite of southern Xinjiang, and they immediately surrounded him again after only half a breath.

He Zichuan pretended to be invincible, and fought and retreated in the direction of the valley.

In mid-air, the holy realms that were paying close attention to the movements of the strange treasure relaxed slightly. Refocus on the opposing sides.

Knowing that the opposite side was the first holy realm in southern Xinjiang, many monks from the extreme north retreated, and the prince of Hehuan closed his eyes slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and he sent a few words to the demon slaying Sanniang. Demon Slayer Sanniang's surprise flashed, and she quietly turned her head to look at Hehuan Gongzi. But Hehuan Gongzi had regained his composure at this time, and did not show the slightest vision, only to see him take a step forward, clasp his fists and say: "I have heard the prestige of Lord Ji for a long time, and today I can see that it is really extraordinary." ”

Ji Yanlan looked stunned, but nodded slightly with a proud look.

Gongzi Hehuan didn't care, and continued: "Dare to ask Lord Ji if he came from southern Xinjiang for a strange treasure?"

Ji Yanlan nodded lightly, but still didn't answer.

Gongzi Hehuan said: "Do you know that with the rules of Jinchuan, any force outside the extreme north will be held accountable for killing people and seizing treasures for no reason?"

"This governor is bound to win!" Ji Yanlan's answer was simple and clear, and her tone was calm, but it contained an irreversible momentum, and all the Saint Realms in the extreme north were suddenly in their hearts, knowing that things could no longer be done. It is even very likely that the other party will kill people in order to avoid Jinchuan's investigation afterwards.

Gongzi Hehuan's face also changed, and he smiled reluctantly: "Since it is a treasure that Lord Ji must get, I and a few others naturally dare not fight, can you let me wait to leave first?"

Ji Yinglan didn't want to offend the extreme northern forces too much, so as not to really anger Jin Chuan, so she nodded slightly and let him go.

Seeing him nodding, seven or eight Extreme Northern Saint Realms immediately turned around and left, only the Rehmannia Zi, Unintentional Zen Master, Mink Qiu Dahan and Demon Slaying Sanniang looked a little hesitant.

Hehuan Gongzi hugged his fists again: "Since this is the case, then Sanniang and I will retire first, and if we have the opportunity to go to southern Xinjiang, please take care of Master Ji." ”

"Definitely. Seeing that this Hehuan son was so knowledgeable about current affairs, Ji Jinlan also replied with a sentence.

The smile on the face of the Hehuan Gongzi was great, as if he had finally breathed a sigh of relief, beckoned to the Demon Slayer Sanniang, and was about to leave, but the Demon Slayer Sanniang was a little reluctant and walked slowly.

However, even if she was reluctant, the situation was stronger than people at this time, and she was alone, and in the end she had to give up the strange treasure. Thinking of this, Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong were secretly relieved.

Just when a few people in southern Xinjiang were relaxing, the prince of Hehuan, who seemed to be facing the demon slaying Sanniang, suddenly turned around, and the folding fan in his hand was spread out, and a cold force slapped towards Ji Jinlan who was close at hand, and at the same time, two small emerald green snakes flew out of his big sleeves very covertly, revealing sharp fangs and biting Ji Yanlan's neck.

The sudden change made Tang Suling and Li Wenzhong stunned, and when they reacted, the power of the cold had already slapped in front of Ji Yanlan.

"Thief dares!" Tang Sulingjiao shouted and was about to make a move, when suddenly the golden light in front of Ji Yanlan was sheng, and a dragon pattern spear pierced out of the golden light, and everyone only felt that the spear was weak and weak, but the menacing cold power collapsed under the spear.

Then a cold snort came out of Ji Yanlan's mouth, and the sound wave formed a ripple visible to the naked eye, shaking the two emerald green snakes to pieces.

At this time, with the power of the previous two blows, the prince of Hehuan had already bullied in front of Ji Yanlan, and with a shake of the folding fan in his hand, a crystal jade needle more than half a foot long shot towards Ji Yanlan's door. The jade needle is as thin as a hair, flickering and flickering, and it is difficult to catch the divine thoughts, and the ghostly light on it flickers, which must contain highly poisonous. After the two sneak attacks, the son of Hehuan finally saw the dagger and issued this last killing move. In his mind, the distance was so close, and with the poisonous needle that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, it would be difficult for the other party to detect, and even if he did, he would never have time to react. As long as he is hit by a poisonous needle, even if he just rubs a little oily skin, the other party will definitely not be able to escape the fate of poison death.

Everything was as expected by Hehuan Gongzi, Ji Yanlan had already relaxed when he stopped the two blows, and when he found the jade needle, he had no time to react, so he could only tilt his head slightly, and watched the poisonous needle pierce his eyebrows.

The eyes of the prince of Hehuan showed a look of ecstasy that could not be concealed, and he wanted to make up for it after the other party was poisoned, and completely killed this master of southern Xinjiang.

I only heard a tink sound as thin as mosquito silk, and the jade needle wiped a small spark on Ji Yanlan's eyebrows, and then broke it into three, but it failed to pierce Ji Yanlan's skin in the slightest.

"His head can't be forged from steel, and even steel should be shot through!" However, between the lightning and flint, a dragon-patterned spear pierced out, directly penetrating the left chest of the Hehuan Child. Hehuan Gongzi only felt a sharp pain coming, and then the violent mana rushed towards his body, and the original surging mana in his body immediately collapsed, and his strength kept draining.

Ji Yanlan hit with a blow, and then with a backhand, he threw Hehuan Gongzi out, and then pointed at the tip of the spear, and a spear phantom stabbed out rapidly, about to break Hehuan Gongzi's body into ten thousand pieces.

There was a loud bang, and the blood knife in the hand of Demon Slaying Sanniang trembled, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth, but the Hehuan Gongzi, who should have been killed, was protected by her. After Ji Yanlan's casual blow, Demon Slaying Sanniang was deeply shocked by the opponent's profound mana, she ignored the disordered mana and breath, stretched out her hand to copy it, and grabbed the dying Hehuan Gongzi and quickly fled to the sky. The remaining few Extreme Northern Saint Realms also changed their complexions, and they didn't dare to stay longer, so they scattered as birds and beasts.

Seeing that a shot was fruitless, Ji Yanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, the dragon pattern spear shook, and let out a shocking dragon roar, and a golden dragon rose from the tip of the spear, chasing after the demon Sanniang.

Demon Slayer Sanniang looked back, and her heart suddenly cooled, although she knew that she was invincible, she still hurriedly released a few talisman magic weapons, hoping that a miracle would happen.

Miracles really happened. Just a few feet away from the golden dragon and the Demon Slayer Sanniang, a thunderbolt sword light roared in, slashing the unstoppable golden dragon in the eyes of the Demon Slayer Sanniang into pieces, and then this arc of flickering sword light went up the stream and approached Ji Yanlan.

Demon Slayer Sanniang, who was on the verge of life and death, had a heartbeat and was afraid. She didn't dare to delay any longer at this time, and immediately picked up Hehuan Gongzi and fled.

"You shameless villain, you almost killed you this time. The fleeing Demon Slayer Sanniang said angrily to the person in her arms.

The big hole in the chest of the Hehuan boy in her arms was hideous and terrifying, black and red blood kept gushing out, and a trace of golden mana was faintly struggling on the remaining flesh and blood, preventing the wound from healing. It seemed that the son of Hehuan, who had been fatally injured, was still conscious, and said angrily: "If you don't try, you will never have a chance, don't you think you are waiting for the inspector of Jinchuan, but it's a pity that they came one step late?"

Demon Slaying Sanniang snorted lightly and said, "You guy, you are ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to yourself, that is the famous Southern Xinjiang Ji Yanlan, how can you be his enemy?"

The prince of Hehuan sneered and said: "What if you are not the enemy of Yihe? Even if you gamble your life, you have to fight." I came from a humble background, and if I didn't fight, I would never have been able to get to where I am today, and even if I ended up in this situation, I have no regrets. ”

Demon Slaying Sanniang remembered the bitter past of Hehuan Gongzi, sighed in her heart, and couldn't bear to dwell on this issue anymore, so she changed the topic and said, "How is your injury?"

"The external injury can be healed in less than three days, the internal injury is more troublesome, the opponent's mana is very domineering, not only hindering the healing of the wound, but also blocking the operation of the meridians, I am afraid that there will be no three or five years to recover as before, and it will depend on you in the past few years." ”

"Phew, who are you, why do you rely on me?"

In the distance, the two people who should have left Dihuang Zi and Unintentional Zen Master quietly lurked outside the valley, watching the battle in the valley from afar. Unintentionally, the Zen master recited the Buddha's name, and said suspiciously: "I don't know who the patrol envoy from Jinchuan is this time, and he has such a strong strength, and he can fight back and forth with Ji Yanlan." ”

Dihuangzi said eagerly: "Don't care what you do, you and I have to hurry up and catch up with the fairyland boy who has taken away the treasure." Let Jinchuan and the Sanctuary eat the dog, let's just take advantage of the chaos. After speaking, he looked for the divine thought mark he had left on He Zichuan's body before, and quietly followed away.

"That kid is obviously just a fairyland cultivator, and he can escape so fast after being chased by thirty or forty people, how can there be so many strange things today?"