Fang Yan knows that as long as he doesn't beg for mercy, the invisible pressure on his body will not disappear. However, if he was asked to beg for mercy in a low voice, he could not do it.

More importantly, he knew that as long as he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, he would no longer have any advantage and right to speak. He became a lamb to the slaughter, and he could only obey his orders. If you don't comply, the other party will use this method again.

So, he can't bow his head.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, Fang Yan felt the escape in his hand shatter.

Immediately after, a glowing Yuan Qi energy flowed towards his body at a terrifying speed, enveloping him in the blink of an eye.

"What?"

Although this sound was light, how could it escape the detection of the two thin old men, especially the thin old man, he noticed something strange when the strange sound just came out.

When he looked at Fang Yan again, the white light had already wrapped Fang Yan.

"Not good!"

The thin old man was stunned at first, but soon thought of something, screamed loudly, and moved his palms, wanting to do something.

However, it was too late.

Just as he spoke, the white light wrapped in the dialect flashed slightly, and the figure of the dialect disappeared in place.

From the time the dialect crushed the escape charm to the time he escaped, it was just a blink of an eye. At such a fast speed, the white-haired old man had even just turned his head.

Quiet! Deathly silence.

The white-haired old man and the thin old man stood in place in a daze, looking at the location of the previous dialect in disbelief, with a shocked expression.

Not far away, Han Aya'er looked even more sluggish, her lips opened slightly, and her face was even more full of shock.

"Escape charm, he just used the escape charm?" After a long while, the thin old man gasped violently and shouted.

"How is this possible? How could he have such a thing with him? How is this possible? ”

The white-haired old man swallowed with difficulty, and his palms trembled slightly.

"He can even have something like the elixir that is about to disappear, and it shouldn't be strange to have an escape talisman." The white-haired old man muttered in despair.

"I can't help him admit it in person, no wonder he dares to go with us, no wonder he doesn't take us seriously." He shook his head in despair, "It turns out that he actually has such a thing with him." ”

The thin old man looked around quickly, looking anxious.

Fang Yan fled under their noses, and if Lingqing Palace asked about it, they couldn't afford this responsibility at all.

By this time, he finally regretted it. However, he did not regret what he had done to Fang Yan. Since he has an escape charm on his body, even if he is polite to him, when the time comes, he will not hesitate to escape.

He regretted that he hadn't searched him after bringing the tongues out.

Suddenly, the thin old man seemed to think of something, and stared at the white-haired old man.

"The escape charm on his body, then...... Did those panaceas also put on his body? ”

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

Obviously, they all thought of this possibility.

After hearing this, Han Aya'er, who had been sitting on the side, was also stunned, and then, a self-deprecating color appeared at the corner of her mouth. Only now did she know that the gap between herself and this teenager was not a star and a half at all.

If it were her, I am afraid that I would have been unable to hold my breath and fled when I was in Qingyun Peak.

"What a plan." The white-haired old man slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What a guts."

"What now?" The thin old man asked with a dark face, his voice trembling slightly.

"What should I do?" The white-haired old man muttered, "You know the effect of the escape charm better than me, and it is randomly teleported to a hundred miles away. A hundred miles away from this place......"

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man glanced around, and then laughed, a little desperately.

The thin old man was also silent, and now, he finally knew why the previous dialect kept looking around. Unfortunately, he knew too late.

"Find it." At this time, the white-haired old man took a deep breath, "Now, we can only try our luck." You go east, I go west, and with this place as the center, go around it. Whether or not we can find him depends on our creation. ”

After that, he didn't wait for the thin old man to reply, his body moved, and turned into a rainbow and galloped away.

The thin old man sighed lightly and left quickly.

Both of them knew very well that if they could not find a dialect, it would be very serious consequences.

Han Aya'er sat in place, staring into the distance intently, silent for a long time.

She didn't notice that the mid-air behind her, a hundred feet away, twisted slightly......

……

Qingyun Peak!

In the hall where the dialects had been interrogated earlier, a kind old man stood motionless, his expression extremely complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, there was a rush of footsteps in the hall, followed by an old woman walking in quickly.

This person is Luo Ziyi's master, Elder Mo.

"Head, are you looking for me?" Elder Mo stood still when he was still three feet away from the old man and asked respectfully.

The head of the sect took a deep breath, glanced at Elder Mo, nodded lightly, and asked out loud, "Do you know every move of Fang Yan after entering Qingyun Peak?" ”

Elder Mo was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the head of the sect to mention dialects again.

"I know some, but not everything."

"Tell me everything you know." The head said softly, his tone a little complicated.

"Yes." Elder Mo responded, and although he was very surprised in his heart, he still quickly said all the information he knew.

Starting from Fang Yan's escape from death at the foot of the mountain, to his first ascent to the top, the turmoil caused by the Ten Thousand Souls Pill, the hundreds of people he was seriously injured, saving his father, destroying the spiritual weapons of people of the same level, he was forced to flee down the mountain by thunder, and then he inexplicably saved Luo Ziyi's life, and even told him that Luo Ziyi asked him to escape from Qingyun Peak after he came back.

Of course, when she said this, she naturally said that she was looking for Elder Han and the others to intercede.

"Luo Yatou once told him to escape from Qingyun Peak?" The head of the house asked with a frown.

"Yes." Elder Mo secretly pinched a handful of sweat, "She also came up with an idea after hearing that he had no chance of surviving. Because she felt that the dialect had fallen to this point because of her. ”

"Tongues refused?" The head of the house didn't seem to want to investigate Luo Ziyi's meaning, and his words always revolved around dialects.

"Yes." Elder Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.