Wu Shan's face was like ashes, and he watched as this attack fell on his chest.

"Boom!"

"Poof......

A mist of blood erupted from his mouth, and then his entire body shook violently, sliding backwards against the ground, leaving a conspicuous trail on the ground.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, Wu Shan collided with a big tree more than a dozen zhang away, and the huge impact force made him let out an uncontrollable muffled sound in his throat.

Fang Yan walked up to him expressionlessly and looked at him coldly.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... "Wu Shan's body twitched, and his mouth kept whining, as if he wanted to say something.

"In my eyes, you are a complete weakling, but that doesn't prevent me from recovering the blood debt I had in the first place." Fang Yan said slowly: "If you hadn't taken yourself too seriously, you might not have ended up like this today." ”

Fang Yan glanced at him and turned away.

"The feud between you and me is over for the time being, if you and I don't have a chance to meet in the future, it's fine, but if I have the chance, I don't mind killing you."

Before the words fell, the figure of the dialect became blurred, and disappeared into the mountain forest in a moment.

An hour later, the news of Wu Shan's serious injury spread throughout the mountain range.

After hearing the news, these low-level disciples in the mountain range all twitched violently, and then fell silent, but their eyes were filled with a look of shock that could not be concealed.

They really can't imagine why the dialect is so flamboyant at this time? Why has he been in the mountain range for so long, and Lei Ming and the others have not come to the door?

Some good people began to inquire about Wu Shan, and it didn't take long for another news to come out.

The dialect was still in his hand.

After hearing this news, these disciples, who were already wondering, felt a little unbelievable.

With the commotion made during this period of time in dialects, it shouldn't be difficult for Lei Ming and the others to find him, but why hasn't anyone come to the door after so long?

Don't...... What else happened in this middle period that we don't know?

For a while, everyone began to speculate and sound again, but this time, no one was able to find out any substantive news.

So, some people with good deeds quietly followed behind Fang Yan, wanting to see if Lei Ming and the others would come to him to ask for that intermediate spirit weapon.

Fang Yan walked slowly in the mountains and forests, his expression was a little gloomy, his head was slightly lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Behind him, hundreds of people followed closely.

Interestingly, although these people followed closely behind Fang Yan, their movements were a little exaggerated, and each step was extremely careful, for fear of making too much noise.

Feeling the growing crowd behind him, Fang Yan's brows furrowed unconsciously, and he suddenly stopped.

"Huh!"

At the same time as the dialect stopped, the hundreds of people behind him also stopped their bodies suddenly, looking at the thin figure in front of them with a little nervousness, and they didn't even dare to gasp.

Although all of these people are mid-stage strength, none of them have the courage to compete with the dialect. After all, they had all heard of Wu Shan's fate.

Fang Yan stood quietly in place, and said without looking back: "If you follow up again, don't blame me for being merciless." ”

After saying that, he took another step and continued to walk, and he didn't look back at the whole process.

"Gollum!"

Behind Fang Yan, someone swallowed nervously, glanced at the person next to him, and could see a trace of fear in the other party's eyes.

Hundreds of people watched the dialect fade away, but none of them dared to take another half step. After a few moments, the crowd let out a sigh and turned away.

Although they want to watch a good show, if this good show is to be exchanged for serious injuries, they will naturally not be willing. Fang Yan had already issued a warning, and they did not doubt at all that if they followed up again, the end would definitely not be much better than Wu Shan.

Fang Yan walked slowly, his face becoming more and more solemn, and after half an hour, he stopped again, looking up at the air through the dense leaves, his eyes flickering slightly.

In the mountains and forests, it is extremely quiet, needles can be heard, and there does not seem to be a second person around.

Fang Yan remained motionless, kept this posture and looked into the air, and the expression on his face slowly calmed down.

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, there was a strange sound in mid-air, and immediately after, a flying spirit beast suddenly rushed out of the dense leaves and appeared above the dialect.

On the back of this spirit beast stood a young man dressed in gray. And his strength is impressively in the late stage of the Soul Condensing Realm.

"You're finally willing to come down?" Looking at the appearance of the gray-clothed young man, the corners of Fang Yan's mouth slowly curved.

As early as more than an hour ago, he found out about the existence of the other party. It's just that he's not sure if he's here for himself. But as time passed, he realized that although this person was in mid-air, he had been following him. Only then did he determine that the other party should have come for him.

It was precisely because of this that he had expelled the hundreds of people who were following closely behind, and he didn't want the entire mountain range to know about the existence of the Heavenly Thunder Son on his body.

Listening to Fang Yan's words, a smile appeared on the face of the gray-clothed young man, and he said, "Fang Yan, you really discovered my existence a long time ago. I'm so far away from you, you can still find that you are really not ordinary. ”

Fang Yan smiled indifferently and said, "If I hadn't been vigilant, where would I have survived until now?" ”

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at Fang Yan, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "It seems that Lei Ming and the others were really planted in your hands last time." But I'm still a little curious, how did they get into your hands? ”

Fang Yan laughed and said, "You'll find out soon." ”

Hearing this, the young man in Tsing Yi also laughed, looking at the dialect with great interest.

Fang Yan frowned slightly, looking at the other party with some puzzlement, for some reason, he didn't feel hostility from this person, nor did he see greed from the other party's gaze.

"If I hadn't been ordered to come, I'd have wanted to see what you have to rely on." After a while, the young man in Tsing Yi withdrew his gaze from Fang Yan and said helplessly.

"On orders?" Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, but soon, his face changed suddenly.

Could it be that the people from Lingqing Palace have already come?

Thinking of this possibility, his face turned slightly pale, and he pretended to be calm: "Whose order?" ”