It wasn't until Lin Lie was gone away that Fang Yan turned around with a bitter face.

It seems that if you want to break away from Qingyun Peak, it is really not a simple matter. Abolish all cultivation? Can't practice anymore? Fang Yan's brows furrowed slightly, this result was definitely unacceptable to him.

At the moment, it seems that this matter can only be slowly figured out, and he believes that if he is given a little time, he will always come up with a way. Since this matter will not be resolved for a while, let's improve our strength first. Whatever the method, it must be based on the premise that he has the ability to protect himself.

"Alas......" the dialect sighed lightly and strode forward.

But before he could go a hundred feet away, he saw a cautious blue-shirted young man walking towards him, and the blue-shirted young man walked very cautiously, and every few steps he had to look around, and naturally he soon found that there was no dialect to dodge.

To Fang Yan's great surprise, the blue-shirted young man was stunned for a moment after seeing him, and after looking at him, his face changed significantly, and then he looked at him nervously, standing in place and not daring to move.

Fang Yan looked at him in confusion and walked away. Although he didn't know why the other party was so cautious and why he looked at him like this, he didn't think about robbing the other party. Since the other party didn't do anything to him, he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to attack him.

However, what he didn't expect was that in the next few days, everyone he met behaved like the blue-shirted boy, all of them were inexplicably nervous after looking at him, and some even ran away, as if they were some kind of fierce and evil, and a slow step would cause a big disaster.

At first, the dialect was a little confused, but as he met more and more people like this, he understood it after thinking about it carefully. Those people must have recognized him, and they were worried about what he would do to them, otherwise, they would never have reacted so much.

Looking at the nervous appearance of those people, Fang Yan really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Even he himself didn't expect that these people would be so jealous of him. However, they did not bother him, and he was happy to relax. As for whether he was fierce or evil in their hearts, he didn't care.

He only does what he thinks he should do, and he doesn't care what others think of him.

Although he knew that it was impossible for the people in this area to attack him again, Fang Yan still did not let his guard down, but became more cautious. Since these people could recognize him, the news of his entry into the mountain range must have already spread. The fact that the people in this area did not dare to attack him did not mean that the people in the other two areas would not fight him again, after all, everyone knew that he had a deal with the Supreme Elder, and he believed that there should be many people looking for him at this time.

The things that Elder Taishang took out were also very tempting.

"Huh?"

As soon as that thought flashed through Fang Yan's mind, a very small voice suddenly sounded in his ears. He quickly turned his head to the right and glanced to the right, his pupils shrinking sharply.

A transparent palm print actually came to him silently, and it was about to fall on his body.

Fang Yan's face changed slightly, and as soon as his feet moved, he disappeared in place.

The next moment, his figure appeared ten zhang away.

"Smack!"

The palm print landed on a towering tree, and the trunk was suddenly pierced, leaving a pierced palm print.

Looking at the palm print left on the trunk of the tree, Fang Yan's eyes froze, if he had found out a moment later just now, I am afraid that this attack would have fallen on him. If he was really hit by this palm print, he would definitely suffer a lot of injuries.

Fang Yan's gaze turned his head solemnly, and he soon saw a blue figure in the distance rushing towards him quickly. What made him wonder was that the other party actually covered his face with a turban, as if he had some scruples and didn't want him to see his true face.

"Medium-term strength?" After seeing the strength of the other party, Fang Yan's expression changed, and then he understood why he realized that attack in front of him.

Looking at the figure of the other party's rapid deception, Fang Yan didn't have time to think about it, so he directly took out the spirit weapon and attacked the other party.

"Huh?" Looking at the short sword that flew away, the blue-clothed man who was rushing here sighed lightly, immediately stopped, and his palm poked in front of his chest, and a yellow light flew out from his palm, and it actually met his short sword.

"Spiritual weapons?" Looking at the yellow mang flying out of the other party's hand, Fang Yan's heart sank, and his face suddenly became ugly. He didn't expect that the other party actually had a spiritual weapon.

If the other party didn't have a spiritual weapon, he was confident that he could still defeat the other party, but the current situation made him feel a little apprehensive. If the other party's spiritual weapon is also a mid-level spiritual weapon, he may not even have a chance to escape.

He secretly touched the space ring hidden on his body, and quickly thought of a way to get out in his mind.

"Choke!"

In mid-air, two rays of light quickly met, making a piercing grinding sound. Huang Mang first trembled violently after hitting the short sword of Shang Yan, and then the light shrank and retreated again and again, as if he was suppressed by the short sword.

Seeing this, Fang Yan's eyes lit up violently, his heart moved, and the short sword suddenly shone brightly, pressing the yellow mang back step by step, obviously having the upper hand.

Obviously, the other party's spiritual weapon was just a low-level spiritual weapon, otherwise, it would definitely be impossible to resist the attack of this short sword. However, even if it was a low-level spirit weapon, under the control of a person in the middle stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, its power was not much lower than that of a middle-level spirit weapon controlled by Fang Yan.

The strength of the master really determines the power of the spiritual weapon.

The man in blue watched his spirit weapon being forced to retreat again and again, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't expect the other party to have an intermediate spirit weapon. The look of surprise lingered in his eyes for only a moment, and was replaced by a look of excitement.

And with the excitement flashing in his eyes, the spiritual weapon controlled by him was also unwilling to weaken the light, bursting out of the Dao Dao's amazing vitality and resisting stubbornly. And its low resistance also played a significant role, and the short sword of the dialect could no longer force it back by half an inch.

For a moment, the two spiritual weapons were frozen in mid-air like this, and no one could take a step further.

It wasn't until these two spiritual weapons stopped that Fang Yan saw clearly that the other party's spiritual weapon was actually a palm-long, two-finger-wide knife, and the knife was crystal clear throughout, constantly releasing a dazzling yellow glow.

Fang Yan stared at this knife stubbornly, his face gradually became gloomy, he also did not expect that the other party could resist the attack of his short sword with a low-level spiritual weapon.

However, seeing that the opponent's knife could not break through the attack of the short sword, Fang Yan also quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In this case, although he is not the opponent of the other party, if he wants to escape, he should still be able to do it.

"If only I could have one more artifact." Looking at the short sword that was entangled in the opponent's knife, such an idea suddenly popped into Fang Yan's heart. If he still has a spiritual weapon on his body, he will definitely be able to defeat the other party if he sacrifices it at this time.

"Whoosh!"

Just as he was thinking nonsense, a transparent palm print struck silently, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the palm print that had arrived in front of him, Fang Yan was taken aback, and after scolding in his heart, he didn't dare to think nonsense. The palm of his hand danced rapidly, and a fist shadow that implied triple internal strength quickly flashed out of his hand, and slammed into the palm print that was about to fall on his body.

As this fist shadow struck, his palm also condensed an astonishing vitality, followed closely with a dazzling light.

"Smack-"

The shadow of the fist was connected to the palm print, and the three hidden internal forces were directly dispersed before they could be released, and the palm print did not even stagnate for a moment, and directly hit the white palm that followed it.

"Bang!"

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

With a loud bang, Fang Yan snorted, and his footsteps took a few steps back messily before removing the power that this palm print had left on his body.

"Damn it!"

However, before he could stand up straight, a domineering vitality appeared in front of him.

Compared with the palm print just now, this vitality is obviously weaker, but Rao is like this, and the dialect does not dare to take it lightly. After scolding, his heart was ruthless, and the fist that condensed his fierce vitality met it again.

Because this attack came so quickly, he didn't even have a chance to cast a shadow, and if he used to cast a shadow at this time, I am afraid that the attack would have fallen on him before his body left.

The man in blue obviously knew something about him, otherwise, he would definitely not have unleashed such a dense attack, so that he would not be able to use it like a shadow.

"Bang bang bang!"

Fang Yan quickly punched three punches, his palm came into contact with the vitality, Fang Yan only felt a numbness in his arm, and then, a fierce wind rushed to his face, and his body suddenly slid two or three feet away, dragging an obvious trace on the ground.

The figure just stopped, Fang Yan didn't have time to stabilize his body, he didn't dare to pause for a moment, he quickly cast a shadow, and rushed towards the distance, while escaping, his mind moved, and the short sword that had a slight upper hand in mid-air turned around and flew back.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time as the dagger flew away, the knife also chased in the direction of Fang Yan's escape, its speed was actually comparable to that of the dagger, and it only took a few breaths to fly behind Fang Yan.

Listening to the sound of two breaking winds behind him, Fang Yan quickly glanced back, and then the tip of his heart trembled fiercely, his expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly controlled the short sword to block the knife.

Obviously, the other party will not let him escape easily. Unless, he discarded the artifact and fled alone.

Looking at the two spiritual weapons that were frozen together again, Fang Yan thought for a moment, his heart was ruthless, his body shook slightly, and he turned into a vague figure and rushed towards the blue-clothed man who was chasing after him.

If he wanted to give up this spiritual weapon and escape, it would naturally be impossible. He would never throw away this great help until he had to.