Fang Wenqing came down from the Liuyun Sword and looked at the mountains surrounded by mist, his divine sense couldn't penetrate these mist, and he could only explore a distance of more than ten meters, which made him very passive. After all, he didn't come to hunt for treasures, but to find Lu Chen.

Just when he was thinking about how to spread his divine sense, three figures appeared within the scope of his divine sense, one of which he was still familiar with, it was Yin Shaohui, who had helped him take care of Lin Ruxuan at the Kite Hotel.

The three of them slowly approached, and when the three of them saw Fang Wenqing's vague figure, they were all taken aback, and they all sacrificed their flying swords. However, when Yin Shaohui saw that the other party was Fang Wenqing, he suddenly became excited. He hurriedly put away his flying sword, ran forward, and said with a fist: "It turned out to be Senior Fang, I was offended just now, please forgive me." ”

Fang Wenqing looked at Yin Shaohui and frowned, he felt that the two people who were with Yin Shaohui did not follow, but kept a certain distance from him.

Yin Shaohui saw Fang Wenqing frowning, and immediately understood what was going on, and said: "Senior Fang, come to this place of Wuling Mountain to hunt for treasures, my cultivation is not good, I can only team up with others." These two are Xia Ling'er and Qi Yihang's senior brother from Qidu Sancha Mountain, and there was originally a senior brother Wu from Tianjian Gate, but unfortunately he was killed by the people of Huaxi Gate. The three of us fled all the way, and were about to leave the Fog Spirit Mountain. ”

Fang Wenqing looked at Yin Shaohui, took out two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills from the storage bag and handed them to him, and said, "This is the Qi Gathering Pill, eat it first to heal your wounds." ”

Yin Shaohui took it gratefully, and threw one of the bottles to Xia Ling'er and Qi Yihang not far behind him, and the two hugged their fists to express their gratitude to Fang Wenqing.

Fang Wenqing admired Yin Shaohui's approach very much, he wanted to know what the two bottles of Qi Gathering Pill meant to a small sect he was in, and he didn't even covet these, maybe in his heart, as long as the team was not disbanded, good things should be shared together, and difficulties should be shared together.

After the three of them swallowed the Qi Gathering Pill and their bodies recovered, Fang Wenqing asked, "Shaohui, I'm here to find someone, I don't know if you have met this person." Saying that, Fang Wenqing took out Lu Chen's portrait.

The three of them shook their heads one after another, and Fang Wenqing said again: "Then where is the probability that the Nine Turns Lotus Peng Heart will appear?" ”

At this time, the woman named Xia Ling'er said, "The Nine Turns Lotus Heart often appears on the southern slope of Wuling Mountain, between an extremely steep cliff. However, I also heard from the elders of the sect that legend has it that a disciple from Penglai Immortal Island has obtained it here, so anyone who needs to collect the Nine Turns Lotus Peng Heart will go there to try their luck. ”

As soon as Fang Wenqing heard the news, he was quite excited in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Miss Xia Ling'er, Fang has taken his leave." ”

Without waiting for Fang Wenqing to leave, Xia Ling'er said again: "Now the mountain road leading to the south of Wuling Mountain is controlled by the Huaxi Gate, and no sect is allowed to pass through unless they offer a magic weapon they like." Senior Brother Wu was killed by hard work, and we were hunted down here. ”

Fang Wenqing couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and said secretly in his heart, oh no, Lu Chen shouldn't break through, right? Yin Shaohui seemed to see Fang Wenqing's worries, and said comfortingly: "Senior Fang, in fact, the Nine Turns Lotus Peng Heart may not appear in that place. Fang Wenqing heard that this was Yin Shaohui comforting himself, and he wanted to tell himself that Lu Chen might go elsewhere to find it.

"Senior Fang, the three of us are really lucky to get the Qi Gathering Pill from our seniors, why don't we lead the way for our seniors and go to the south of Wuling Mountain together." Qi Yihang clenched his fists and said.

"Haha, a group of idiots who don't think about themselves, and they are trying to return, and your Uncle Hua tells you that today is where you are buried." A middle-aged man in his forties stood in front of the four of them, a look of disdain on his face. He was followed by a few thugs, Fang Wen glanced at it, the highest cultivation was an old man, only in the early stage of the Heaven Level. However, thinking that the three people who were chased were all Xuan-level cultivators, this level could already kill three people in seconds.

When the three of them heard this, their bodies trembled, and they subconsciously took out their long swords and retreated to Fang Wenqing's side. Remembering that Senior Brother Wu didn't support a single move, he was killed by the old man in the early stage of the heaven-level level, and the three of them were even more cold.

For the early stage of the heavenly level, Fang Wenqing didn't pay attention to it, but he remembered that there was a young master named Hua Hao on the shore of Nanyang Lake in the ancient city of Yi County, who was also said to be Huaxi Gate, and several people who protected Hua Hao committed suicide in order not to expose the location of Huaxi Gate. Presumably, there must be something strange about this Huaxi Gate.

"Hua Hao is the young master of your Huaxi Gate?" Fang Wen asked lightly.

"Yes, the young master of Hua was plotted in the ancient city of Yixian the year before last, and his whereabouts are still unknown, could it be related to you?" The middle-aged man looked Fang Wenqing up and down, the reason why he didn't make a move was because he couldn't see through this person's cultivation, and there was another thing that he didn't feel a trace of timidity on Fang Wenqing's body. Could it be that you can't do it without knowing the means of Huaximen? But since this kid mentioned Young Master Hua today, then he must be caught back.

"Yes, I killed it." Fang Wenqing said coldly.

When the middle-aged man and his party heard this, they all sacrificed their long swords, and slashed at Fang Wenqing, Fang Wenqing is now the peak of Jindan's cultivation, and in Huaxia, the interface suppressed by some kind of power, is already the topmost existence, facing a long sword that slashed at him, Fang Wenqing's halal anger moved, the knife rose in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed at the slashed long sword in mid-air, and after a crisp sound, the long sword broke one after another.

The middle-aged man and the others were stunned for a moment, and the knife was about to come in front of everyone, and suddenly human heads flew up, spraying out bubbling pillars of blood.

Yin Shaohui and the three of them on the side were even more shocked, they had never seen such a neat killing, Xia Ling'er was a woman, turned around and vomited.

Seeing this, Fang Wenqing threw out one fire rune after another, burning the corpses of those people in Huaximen. Then he said, "You three just give me a map, and you don't have to follow." ”

Qi Yihang hurriedly took out a map and handed it to Fang Wenqing, Fang Wenqing took the map, took out six bottles of Qi Gathering Pills from the storage bag, gave Yin Shaohui four bottles, and gave the remaining two bottles to Qi Yihang and Xia Ling'er.

Yin Shaohui took the four bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, he didn't expect that the original effort would be exchanged for such a big return, he believed that as long as there were these four bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, then their sect would definitely be upgraded to a second-class sect in the Qidu Ancient Martial Arts Competition.

Qi Yihang and Xia Ling'er were also glad to have met Fang Wenqing, holding the jade bottle tightly with both hands, and said for a long time: "Thank you Senior Fang." Yin Shaohui also thanked Fang Wenqing, and then handed Fang Wenqing a jade plaque with a Yin character engraved on it, and said: "Senior Fang, if there is a useful place in the future, take the jade plaque and go directly to the revolving door to find me." ”

Fang Wenqing could see Yin Shaohui's sincerity, nodded, stepped on the Liuyun Sword, and flew towards the direction marked on the map.

Soon, Fang Wenqing really found that on a mountain road leading to the southern slope of Wuling Mountain, more than a dozen ancient martial arts cultivators had gathered, and to his surprise, there were actually three weasel demons, and the cultivation of these three weasel demons was already in the early stage of Jindan.

Seeing the three weasel demons, the destruction of the Cloud Gate Temple immediately appeared in his mind, and the murderous aura in his heart suddenly rose.

A pile of fireworks talismans flew out, and suddenly the air was filled with smoke, and before the three weasel demons in the early stage of Jindan had time to sacrifice their magic weapons, the Liuyun Sword had already been killed, and blood was splashed all over the place.

More than a dozen ancient martial arts cultivators only saw blood red flashes in the pervasive sky, and several miserable wails came, and when the smoke cleared, there were only the corpses of three weasel demons on the ground.

Fang Wenqing stood there quietly, motionless, the breeze gently blew a few strands of hair on his forehead, the Liuyun Sword was surrounded by mist, shining brightly, and a drop of blood on the tip of the sword was condensing.

"Are these three weasel demons sent by the Yellow Gate Demon Immortal Organization?" Fang Wenqing asked coldly.

One of the mid-heaven-level martial artists stood up and said sharply with a long sword in his hand: "Junior Qi Xinggong, as an elder of Huaximen, dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" Why kill people for no reason? Do you really think that I Huaximen is easy to bully? ”

Fang Wenqing's eyes showed a trace of murderous intent, and the evil aura in his body suddenly rose, and the Liuyun Sword instantly came to Qi Xinggong and stabbed it with a sword. Qi Xinggong, as a mid-heaven-level martial artist, was simply not worth mentioning in front of Fang Wenqing, under a sword, blood mist was flying, and when the people on the side understood it, he had already become powder.

"My patience is limited, are these three weasel demons sent by the Yellow Gate Demon Immortal Organization?" Fang Wenqing asked again.

Without waiting for Fang Wenqing to finish speaking, one of the early-stage martial artists of the Heavenly Rank had already slashed out with a sword, but this sword was not aimed at Fang Wenqing, but more than a dozen martial artists around him. Seeing the scene in the ancient city of Yixian last time, Fang Wen had a plan early in the morning, and the divine sense knife that surrounded more than a dozen martial artists slashed towards the heaven-level martial artist's Zhihai together, and the heaven-level martial artist immediately felt the sea of knowledge rolling for a while at the moment when he slashed out the long sword, as if he had been attacked by something, the speed of the long sword slowed down instantly, and the knife flew up in the air, striking the long sword down.

At the same time, the Liuyun Sword was sacrificed again, and a human head was instantly brought up, bringing out a bright red blood. The remaining dozen or so martial artists, mostly at the prefecture level and the Xuan level, their legs couldn't stop trembling, and one of the late ground-level martial artists stammered: "The --- seniors--- these three are indeed -----" Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the sky, and a pile of talismans burned, and a group of flying arrows shot out, shooting at everyone on the ground.

At the moment when Fang Wenqing rippled, the protective shield had already covered his whole body, and under the operation of the dantian true qi, the divine consciousness network had already stretched out. However, it was still a step too late, and the Divine Sense Network didn't have time to block the flying arrows that were fired, and the swarm of flying arrows had already shot more than a dozen martial artists into sieve eyes, and not even a scream came out.