The night is dark and the wind is high.

The streets of Qinghefang City are still brightly lit, and the sound of street sales is endless.

Some of the low-ranking monks were also like mortal traders, and they casually pulled a rag and put it on the ground, and a few seemingly strange things were placed on it.

There were quite a few of these low-level monks, and the few streets that were already full were so full that there was barely a place to put their feet.

Coupled with the immortal cultivators who came here to replenish supplies, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is overcrowded.

Some stall owners who come out for the first time will not feel embarrassed if they shout twice once in a while, because the other stall owners are like this.

Probably because the atmosphere here is like this, it doesn't scream twice, but it seems to stand out from the crowd.

"If this senior wants to buy something, as long as you like it, I will give you some discounts." The stall owner who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties, and his cultivation was only six levels of Qi cultivation.

He saw that the person who came was dressed in yellow brocade, young, extraordinary, and unpredictable, and knew that the person who came was not the kind of person he could afford to provoke, so he did not dare to slack off, and his voice was much gentler than usual.

"This herb, I want it, you can make a price!" The young man in yellow spoke in a cold tone, and the stall owner saw him pick up a spirit grass with red and green colors, and his expression was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and his face couldn't help but be stunned.

He squeezed out a smile and said, "Senior, this herb is very rare, I also got it in a dangerous place, and I almost died for it, if you need it, twenty spirit stones, how about it?" The stall owner's tone was discussed, but when he saw the yellow-robed young man coming coldly, he hurriedly changed his words: "No, Chenghui Ten Spirit Stones."

The white light in the hands of the yellow-clothed young man flickered, and a handful of spirit stones of different colors and as big as a finger appeared.

He was about to hand it to the stall owner, but the spirit stone in his hand suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it were a trick, and then a bulging cloth bag appeared in his hand.

The stall owner stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he didn't expect to catch it, his heart was cold, and he said in his heart: "It's broken, do you use a cloth bag to pack the ten spirit stones?" This person has a strange temper, he doesn't give the spirit stone and doesn't care, the key is that this person is a master of foundation building, and he can't afford to offend! ”

At this thought, he heard the young man say, "As long as you accompany Pan on a trip to the dangerous place you mentioned, this bag of spirit stones will be regarded as your reward." ”

This scene naturally attracted the attention of many monks in the surrounding area, but when these people saw that there was a foundation monk, they didn't dare to speak, and they stood from a distance and watched.

The middle-aged stall owner secretly scolded himself for being too talkative, and a row of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

How dare he reach out to pick up the cloth bag, let alone accompany the person in front of him to the so-called dangerous place.

He hurriedly said: "The seniors have taken a fancy to this elixir, so I will give it to the seniors, and I don't want the spirit stones." ”

The yellow-robed young man snorted coldly: "What are you doing, I'm afraid that your elixir won't work." As long as you agree to my request, your benefits are indispensable. ”

This spirit grass is not simple, the elixir is called two-phase grass, and it is the main medicine for refining a pill that breaks through the bottleneck in the middle stage of foundation building.

If it weren't for the coincidence of seeing this two-phase grass, he might have left the city a long time ago.

At this time, although there were many monks around him watching the excitement, he didn't care, and threw the cloth bag in his hand to the stall owner.

The middle-aged stall owner's face was bitter, and he couldn't help himself whether to accept it or not.

Looking at the cloth bag in his hand, he was at a loss for a while, looked around with a bitter face, and saw that most of the onlookers showed all kinds of gloating expressions.

He was in a state of confusion, and said with a melancholy face: "Since the seniors have invited him, he should serve the seniors in the future." ”

The yellow-robed young man said undoubtedly: "This is the best, come with me!" ”

The middle-aged stall owner rubbed for a while, slowly gathered the items on the stall, and made a burden with the rags spread on the ground, carried it behind his back, and followed the yellow-robed young man to the outside of the market.

Several monks who were familiar with the middle-aged stall owner looked at this scene, their expressions were complicated, and their hearts were inexplicably filled with sadness.

After the two of them left the city, they went north, the mountain road was difficult to walk, and the middle-aged stall owner did not know how to resist the sword. Stopped and walked, ran for half an hour, and had been out of the city for more than 40 miles.

The stall owner Zhenyuan was unstable and sat on the ground, and the yellow-robed young man had to stop and wait for him when he saw this.

He meditated and practiced for about half an hour before he realized that his mana had calmed down. When I opened my eyes, I saw the young man in yellow suddenly look up, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

A mana that made his heart palpitate spread to several feet around him, and the middle-aged stall owner suddenly had pores erected all over his body, his hands and feet were cold for a while, his heart suddenly stopped beating, and his ears followed with a "buzzing".

He said to himself, "My life is over," and then he lost his senses.

A dark shadow stepped out of the bushes, and in the moonlight, the slender figure gradually became clear.

"Your Excellency is following you, what is your intention? Shouldn't I give Pan a certain explanation? "The aura around the young man in yellow is obvious, and he has reached the peak of the mid-stage realm of foundation building.

The corners of his coat were blown to the sound of hunting, and the sand and rocks flew all around, but it could not suppress his voice in the slightest.

The figure of the black-robed man slowly appeared in the moonlight, and it was Ye Ming who was hiding his figure.

It turned out that Ye Qihong found that Pan Yu was young, he had already cultivated in the middle of foundation building, and he escaped from the hands of demon cultivators, coupled with Pan Yu's strange needs, and the things he asked for were very remote, he and Ye Ming carefully deduced that this person was probably a demon spy.

Ye Ming originally wanted to make a test in Qinghefang City, but he never thought that Pan Yu had already left Fang City.

So he changed into a black robe. Then run the "Hidden Qi Changing Breath Technique" to converge the breath of the whole body, and then release the spirit beast Bai Lin, hidden all the way invisibly, and chased it to the nearest place.

Ye Ming asked himself that few monks of the same rank could see through his traces, even if the other party's cultivation was a cut above himself, he wondered in his heart, so he casually asked Pan Yu: "How did Your Excellency find out that he is below?" ”

Pan Yu naturally didn't know that someone had chased him, although his trip was high-profile, he also used his divine sense to sense the surroundings along the way, and he didn't find anyone following.

At this time, seeing that the black-robed man avoided answering his question, he had no fear, but asked about him, how could he not be angry.

He said coldly: "It seems that Daoist friends are quite confident in their combat power!" In this way, let you learn your Excellency's tricks. ”

The magic weapon in his hand was revealed, and it was actually a bright red high-level halberd magic weapon, with blood flashing on it, and a halberd shadow three or four zhang long was instantly formed, and it had a tendency to become bigger and bigger.

I saw him holding the halberd in both hands and waving it downward, and the blood-colored halberd shadow nearly five or six zhang long was like substance, roaring towards Ye Ming.

At this time, Ye Ming's movements were not slow, and there was an extra cyan magic sword in his hand, he held the sword in one hand, pushed forward, and the same cyan giant sword stepped forward.

"Dingding... While... Rub Rub Rub... The blood halberd attack was fierce, the green sword was not weak at all, and in the blink of an eye, the two magic weapons were entangled with each other in mid-air for seven or eight rounds.

Pan Yu saw that his invincible blood halberd had not been built, and the magic trick in his hand changed again, the blood halberd was divided into two, and a blood halberd was divided into nine clusters of blood light, and he planned to surround the giant sword in the center.

At the same time, another small halberd phantom slashed towards Ye Mingfa's body at an extremely fast speed.

Ye Ming had the intention to test Pan Yu's combat power, his divine sense sensed the change of the blood halberd magic weapon, his fingers flicked quickly, and in an instant, the magic trick changed, and the cyan giant sword also differentiated into six groups of sword rays and four sword lights each, entangled the blood light, and the remaining twelve sword lights were divided into two, six sword lights entangled the small halberd, and six sword lights shot towards Pan Yu.

Pan Yu's eyes showed surprise, and he said in his heart: "This person has cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, and the power of his divine sense is not weaker than his own. ”

His mind was in a hurry, and a small bone awl as black as ink appeared in his hand, injecting mana, and a cloud of black mist surrounded the bone awl.

The bone cone was like a living fish in the black mist, and it was impossible to see its trajectory in the slightest.

The six oncoming sword lights were all scattered by a black light in the black mist.

When Ye Ming took out the bone awl from Pan Yu, he recognized that the bone blade was a magic weapon that was completely different from that used by ordinary righteous path monks, and it was obviously a magic weapon.

The black light in the black mist also made him creepy.

Ye Ming said "not good" in his heart, and after the aura around his body was locked by the black light, the cold air on his body rose straight up, and the hairs on his skin stood upside down.

"Dingding... Sneer... When the black light successively broke through the six-sided tortoiseshell array shield that Ye Ming hastily laid out, and then pierced Ye Ming's Qiankun Zhengang, and was finally blocked by the Ruyi Bell temporarily released by Ye Ming, he ran out of power and fell to the ground.

Ye Ming was shocked into a cold sweat by this blow, and his divine thoughts swept over the bone awl, and found that there were still some remnants of Pan Yu's divine consciousness power and mana fluctuations on it.

His divine consciousness surged out of his mind, and before the bone awl rose from the ground, the power of his divine consciousness was like a huge wave, slapping on the bone awl.

Immediately afterwards, with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, he drove the Imperial Artifact to forcibly snatch the bone awl.

Pan Yu saw that Ye Ming was big, and planned to forcibly suppress the divine sense imprint on the bone cone.

He snorted coldly, and the power of his divine consciousness also frantically poured out of the sea of consciousness, intending to compete with Ye Ming's divine sense.

Ye Ming was overjoyed in his heart, he already held the sword in his hand, and swung a straight slash in the direction of the bone awl.

A miserable scream of "Ah" came from the direction of Pan Yu, he felt that the divine consciousness imprint he had imprinted on the bone awl magic weapon had been completely destroyed by Ye Ming, and the swarming divine consciousness was suddenly affected, and he lost control for a while, and was in a mess in the sea of consciousness, his facial expression was blank, demented, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes, such a situation was really terrifying under the moonlight.

The Sword of Slashing is a magic weapon, Ye Ming urged it regardless of the cost, and only exerted the power of this treasure, and most of the mana and divine sense had already been consumed.

The opponent was hit hard, how could Ye Ming miss such a good opportunity, ignoring the blood halberd that was out of control in mid-air, and controlled the Qingfeng Sword to slash in the direction of Pan Yu.

Pan Yu's thoughts about returning to the overseas realm, it only took a breath of time, he controlled part of the divine consciousness of the body, felt the crisis outside the body, completely ignored the power of the divine consciousness, a mouthful of blood mist erupted, turning into a strange rune around his body.

"Bloody Escape!" Ye Ming exclaimed.

At this time, the Qingfeng Sword had already escaped in front of Pan Yu's body, but the rune had formed a vortex to envelop Pan Yu's figure.

I saw his figure gradually fade in the whirlpool.

"Points." Ye Mingqing shouted, mana surged out, and the Qingfeng sword body was as if it had eaten a great supplement, and it was magnificent, and several sword rays plunged into the whirlpool.

"Ahh A miserable scream came from the whirlpool, and the figure of Pan Yu had been lost in front of the Qingfeng sword, which should have been teleported away by the whirlpool, leaving only a broken arm on the ground.

Ye Ming looked at the Qingfeng Sword suspended in mid-air, and secretly said that it was a pity, and with a single move, he recalled the Qingfeng Sword back into his hand and inspected it.

Qing Feng's sword body was greatly damaged, and there were several gaps of different sizes on it, he sighed, retracted the storage bag, and hit the broken arm with a fire bomb technique.

"Huh!" Ye Ming suddenly found that there was still a gray ring left between the fingers of the broken arm, and when he was annoyed, the fireball technique had hit the broken arm and instantly turned the broken arm into ashes.

He took two quick steps forward, raised his hand, and a whirlwind blew away the ashes on the ground.

The gray ring remained unharmed, and with a gesture of his hand, the gray ring landed in the palm of his hand.

"It's a storage ring!" Ye Ming looked at the gray ring on his palm, and his face showed a touch of excited joy.

In this battle, he lost several magic weapons, and just getting this storage ring was completely worth it, not to mention that there was also a high-quality blood halberd.