After saying that, Lan Yan'er regretted it.

At this time, how could she show her timidity! This should be the time to show his value in front of Xu Fan.

Otherwise, how can a girl who has stepped into the cultivation continent from the mundane world continue to move forward.

Previously, in the Evil Dragon Formation, the reason why Xu Fan was willing to help her was because the monks of their Lan clan still had some use in the Evil Dragon Formation.

Glancing at Bai Luohe, Lan Yan'er hurriedly changed her words.

"Luohe, don't worry. Even if I die, I will take Brother Xu to the immortal ship."

Bai Luohe looked at the Baicao Pavilion monk who was constantly searching in the dense forest, and gently bowed his head, the cyclone points in his body quietly operated, and the qi around his body faintly appeared.

Since coming to Windy Peak, she hadn't fought in the true sense of the word.

Bai Luo's beautiful eyes narrowed, a pair of daisy eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her eyes stared at a man who was gradually approaching the dense forest where they were.

When Xu Fan heard the conversation between the two, he didn't care, but continued to swallow the Enlightenment Pill, absorbing a large amount of heaven and earth vitality contained in it into the Purple Mansion, and streams of pure vitality rushed into the cyclone acupoint, transforming it into the qi in the acupoint little by little.

Looking at the sweat stains on her forehead, Lan Yan'er reminded worriedly.

"Otherwise, let's move somewhere first."

Bai Luohe looked at Xu Fan, pondered for a moment, and lowered his voice. "Wait a little longer."

Lan Yan'er didn't continue to suggest, and she could already see that the closest Baicao Pavilion monk was only a hundred zhang.

With her cultivation, if Xu Fan hadn't sacrificed that "inkstone" magic weapon to minimize the aura of the three of them, she wouldn't have been able to escape the tracking of those monks at all.

After only a moment's hesitation, Bai Luohe flew out and rushed out in the opposite direction that the group of monks searched.

In the same place, only Lan Yan'er and Xu Fan were left.

Lan Yan'er stared nervously around, for fear that another monk would suddenly appear.

And Xu Fan continued to digest the Enlightenment Pill in his body, and did not stop the decision made by Bai Luohe.

Or rather, he simply doesn't have the power to stop it now.

Just when Bai Luohe rushed out of a distance of dozens of zhang, she was finally discovered by a Hundred Grass Pavilion monk.

"Bang~"

A strong wind swept through a huge tree beside Bai Luohe, and a fist-sized hole in the trunk and body of the tree scattered, passing by Bai Luohe's white afterimage.

It left only a shallow trail of blood on her left shoulder.

Even after cultivating the "Ten Thousand Tricks" that Xu Fan gave to the three of them, Bai Luohe had opened up more than ninety cyclone points in his body at this time, and there was still a distance from the Hundred Tricks for refining qi.

In a few breaths, a monk from the Hundred Herb Pavilion in the distance rushed over, led by a male cultivator who was about thirty years old, and there was a faint smell of medicinal herbs all over his body.

He was one of the stewards in charge of the Baicao Pavilion here, named Zhang Baichuan, a monk at the eighth level of the Qi Realm, and when Zhang Baichuan arrived at the place of the incident, he saw a white-clothed figure flying rapidly through the forest.

Bai Luohe's flying speed was extremely fast, and it was already comparable to that of a monk in the early stage of Qi Cultivation Realm.

And even if Zhang Baichuan had the cultivation of the eighth layer of Qi training, he only dared to stay on the canopy of the tree more than a hundred zhang away, looking down at the afterimage of the forest below.

His cultivation was piled up with pills in the Baicao Pavilion, and when he chased and killed Pan Niangzi at first, Zhang Baichuan suffered a lot of losses.

Although the other party was only in the Enlightenment Realm, the qi machine in his hand made him feel a power that only a Qi Realm cultivator could have.

If it weren't for the other worshippers of the Hundred Grass Pavilion to resist that strong wind, he would definitely be injured.

At this time, two or three monks, re-entering the white Luohe, tried to block her way.

However, with just a glance, Bai Luohe's figure rushed through the gap between the two monks, and flew in the direction of the Void Ferry.

"How is this possible?"

The two monks who were left alone in the Hundred Grass Pavilion stared at the distant afterimage in a daze, which was already more than a hundred zhang away.

Zhang Baichuan came to the two cultivators

On the side of the priest, he raised his hand and gently patted the shoulder of one of the monks on the left, comfortingly.

"Cui Mingyu, don't be discouraged! These miscellaneous disciples selected by the Immortal Palace are not simple."

"Brother Baichuan, are we still chasing that woman?"

The young monk named Cui Mingyu hung his head and looked at the white afterimage in the distance, and the look of surprise in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

"Don't worry, she can't escape! There are several interception points in this mountain forest heading to the Void Ferry. Unfortunately, the direction she went in happened to be the most important place."

There was still a trace of paleness on Zhang Baichuan's face, and Pan Niangzi tried her best to strike, even if it was the aftermath, it also caused him, a cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm who had piled up the pills, to suffer internal injuries.

After running for half an hour, Bai Luohe's figure had disappeared from the sight of Xu Fan and Lan Yan'er.

Lan Yan'er's face was anxious, looking at the seven or eight monks to ask, and the corner of her eye looked at Xu Fan who was sitting on the grass.

Lan Yan'er's mouth opened slightly, but in the end, she still pursed her lips and stood quietly in place.

Xu Fan already had a qi machine overflow around him, which happened to be blocked by the soft light released by the "inkstone" magic weapon, and did not overflow the qi barrier that shrouded the two of them.

defeated Wen Xinghuai, Yu Qianrou, and Feng Qinglime, Xu Fan used his hole cards!

True solution to the qi engine in the gourd. The qi contained in the gourd pattern is even more domineering than the qi in his Purple Mansion Cyclone Acupoint.

Although he defeated the group of Dan Pavilion, Xu Fan also retained a little strength.

I really didn't expect that the Murong family would hand over some spiritual fields and mountains and forests on the periphery of the mountain range to Baicao Pavilion to take care of.

Xu Fan also made a mistake this time, putting himself in danger.

He swallowed more than thirty pills of the Enlightenment Pill in a row, refining all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in it.

Xu Fan's face, forehead, neck, arms, and body constantly had meridian bulges, and a large amount of heaven and earth vitality that had not been refined in time filled the meridians.

Seeing this scene, Lan Yan'er's beautiful eyes widened, and she thought that Xu Fan had gone mad, and hesitated to reach out to investigate.

When her slender jade hand just touched the turbulent flow of qi around Xu Fan's body, her delicate body trembled, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with blood.

She was shocked by the violent qi that overflowed from Xu Fan's body, and those qi that pulsed out of her body were extremely violent.

Fortunately, Xu Fan tried his best to suppress it, and only a small part overflowed.

If there were more violent qi machines, Lan Yan'er would probably be in danger of her life, after all, the two of them were very close at this time, just one step away.

Lan Yan'er's face was as pale as paper, and she sat on her knees beside Xu Fan, and began to operate the "Ten Thousand Tricks", trying to refine the violent qi that overflowed from Xu Fan's body.

So far, she can only use this method to eliminate the advantages of the other.

As for the outside, in the mountains and forests, she no longer has the ability to take care of it.

......

More than an hour ago, in order to divert the first wave of Baicao Pavilion monks who intercepted the four of them, Pan Niangzi rushed out alone and led away nine monks, among whom the strongest cultivator was a monk in the early stage of the Mingshen Tibetan Realm.

Pan Niangzi could only rely on her body to dodge, trying to lure this group of Baicao Pavilion monks elsewhere.

According to Pan Niangzi's calculations, her route forward was to keep moving away from Xu Fan and the others, and to go in the opposite direction towards the Void Ferry.

It was tricky at first, but after she tried her best, she repelled several monks. Now there are very few figures behind her.

Pan Niangzi frowned slightly, a trace of scarlet residual blood flashed in her beautiful eyes, looking at the somewhat vague dense forest, her eyes began to blur, and she couldn't distinguish between human figures and tree shadows.

"I can't fall, I have to keep pulling these monks away."

"As long as I lure this Divine Hidden Realm monk away, the chances of the young master's side escaping will increase by a few percent."

Pan Niangzi subconsciously clenched her cuffs, the qi in her body had begun to be disordered, and her steps were also disordered.

Unable to continue to flee quickly, the sound of breaking the air not far behind him could be faintly heard.

Pan lady eyes

As soon as it was dark, his body fell from the branch of a giant tree in the sky, and fell towards the bushes on the ground.

Her consciousness was blurred for a while, the skin on her face felt a strong tingling, the only remaining qi in her body was useless, and the downward trend was unstoppable.

The only remaining qi in the cyclone acupoint in her body was also draining, and blood was dripping down the grass along her snow-white lotus root arm, and she had even consumed the last bit of elixir to control her injuries.

At this moment, her mind flashed the bits and pieces of her life in Jinling Mansion and Jiangnan Province.

How I wish he could appear in front of my eyes, she was really tired.

I don't know how long it took, she kept falling, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Pan Niangzi struggled to open her eyes, trying to see the scene in front of her. Trying his best to make the last bit of strength, he could only let his eyes open a very thin slit.

The gap between her fingertips, but it made her heart tremble.

Pan Niangzi's whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, and a touch of qi suddenly appeared in her body, which seemed to be a return to the light, but it was not like it.

Showing a charming smile, as bright as the bewitching Dhara on the other side.

"Lord, Lord, Lord, is it really you?"

In front of Pan Niangzi's eyes, there was a blurry figure, and the outline of her facial features could not be seen clearly.

And this figure, Pan Niangzi is extremely familiar, and the figure gradually coincides with the appearance of Xu Fan in her mind, with seven or eight points of similarity.

Pan Niangzi looked at the blurred figure stupidly, thinking that she was dead, all this was a dream, not real.

However, the vague figure made a slight sound.

Even though the voice is very soft and ethereal, it is extremely familiar to Mrs. Pan.

Across a layer of void barriers, the middle-aged man, with a deep coldness in his eyes, quietly stared at the falling Pan Niangzi below.

The voice was still as flat, "Xiyun, thank you for your hard work."

"Lord, I don't work hard. Hurry up and find a way to save the young master. He, the monks caught up—"

Pan Niangzi immediately remembered that there were monks chasing behind her, and raised her hand with difficulty, trying to point at the pursuers behind.

However, her hand could not be lifted at all.

"Mortal is the chosen one, and he will not be."

"Lord, but."

Before Pan Xiyun could continue to speak, the middle-aged man on the other side of the void barrier interrupted.

"I felt that your life was in danger, so I asked the clan's overhaul to open a passage and save you once."