Three or four feet high in the air, six people lined up in turn, quietly suspended there, looking at Fang Yan coldly.

The two people standing at the front were the thin old man and the white-haired old man who had taken him away from Qingyun Peak, the two Supreme Elders under the gate of Lingqing Palace.

Fang Yan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he couldn't believe looking at these two people, his eyes were full of horror.

"Everyone, get out of now." The thin old man's gaze moved away from Fang Yan, and he coldly commanded around.

It's not loud, but it can reach everyone's ears clearly.

Suddenly, dozens of people below who didn't even dare to breathe rushed into the distance, where did they dare to look at them more.

Behind Fang Yan, the young man in green clothes and the beautiful woman glanced at Fang Yan with some shock, and did not dare to hesitate at all, quickly got up and ran into the distance.

Although the people in mid-air didn't say much, everyone had already noticed that their eyes were focused on the young man, obviously coming for him.

Who are those people? How could this teenager provoke such a terrifying existence?

This is the doubt in everyone's mind, but the doubt is doubt, although everyone wants to know what happened, but no one dares to stay here for even a moment.

In just a few breaths, there was only one dialect left in the space. Everyone was far away from this space, and no one dared to risk hiding from a distance to observe anything.

The thin old man's figure slowly descended, his face was a little gloomy looking at the pale dialect, and after a while, a killing intent that could not be concealed suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"How do you know I'm here?" Fang Yan stared at him coldly, and a few words popped out from between his teeth.

At this time, he was extremely desperate, especially after seeing the thin old man walking towards him, his heart was even more panicked. It wasn't his own safety that he was worried about, the other party hadn't gotten the panacea, and he believed that they wouldn't take their lives.

What he worries about is what he has in him. With the lesson of the last time, they will definitely search him carefully this time, and will not leave him the slightest chance to escape. If that's the case, there's no way he'll be able to keep those things anymore.

The thin old man was expressionless, without saying a word, and walked straight to Fang Yan, and then, with his palm stretched out violently, he slapped him fiercely on the head under Fang Yan's extremely frightened gaze.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, a huge impact, and the dialect was violently shaken out of the way.

"Ahem......"

Fang Yan snorted, slowly got up, wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at him angrily, and said nothing.

Although the thin old man's slap was forceful, it was only pure strength, and he did not use even the slightest vitality. Otherwise, with the strength of that palm, if he has vitality, he is afraid that his brain has moved.

In mid-air, the white-haired old man watched this scene quietly and did not say anything to stop it. Because he knows that a thin old man will be measured.

In the past half a year, the two of them have accumulated too much anger in their hearts, and at this time, it is difficult to find a dialect, they naturally want to vent it happily, if it weren't for the thin old man's movements a little faster than him, he would be the one who was venting at this time.

Letting a condensed realm kid escape in the hands of the two of them, and still escaping under their noses, has already made them lose face, and they can't raise their heads in the entire Lingqing Palace.

Knocking Fang Yan away with one palm, the thin old man obviously hadn't relieved his anger yet, and walked in front of Fang Yan without saying a word, raised his palm high, and then slapped it down fiercely.

Fang Yan felt his head sink, and his body slipped uncontrollably, returning to all the positions he had just been. Then he struggled to his feet.

However, this time, his gaze at the thin old man was no longer angry, but faintly with a hint of sarcasm, and the expression on his face suddenly became much calmer.

A palm slapped Fang Yan away, and the thin old man didn't stop there, his palm moved slightly, and a stream of vitality energy flashed out of his palm like lightning, hitting Fang Yan's chest heavily.

"Bang!"

Fang Yan spat blood from his mouth, staggered back, and barely managed to stabilize his body after taking four or five steps back.

"Bang!"

As soon as he stood still, he felt a pain in his chest, and his body, which had finally stabilized, could no longer support it, and he fell directly to the ground.

The thin old man glanced at him coldly, and the attacks in his hands kept coming, and one after another the vitality kept flashing from his body, flying towards all parts of his body.

"Bang bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and every time an attack fell on Fang Yan's body, his body would be shaken back a little, and after dozens of attacks, he had been shocked back nearly half a foot away.

Fortunately, the thin old man still had some sense of proportion in his heart, and the power of the attack he sent out was not terrifying, otherwise, the dialect at this time would have been dying for a long time.

But Rao was like this, and these attacks that fell on him also made him feel painful, and he still inevitably suffered a lot of trauma in his body.

After sending out the last Yuan Qi attack, the thin old man let out a long breath of eroded qi, and his heart seemed to feel much better, and slowly walked towards the dialect.

"You should have thought when you ran away that you would have this day sooner or later." Looking at Fang Yan's painful look, the thin old man sneered, walked straight to him, and lifted him up.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yan was shocked, but there was an extremely angry look on his face.

The thin old man snorted coldly, did not speak, and directly reached out and groped on him.

"If you want to get the elixir, let me go and heal my wounds, otherwise, I will not give you the elixir even if I die." The heart of the tongue raised the throat and eyes, and said calmly.

"If you dare to say one more word, you will immediately realize what it means to live rather than die." The thin old man's blade-like gaze swept over Fang Yan's face, and the movements in his hands did not decrease in the slightest.

Fang Yan's face changed, and his heart was desperate, and just as he was about to say something more, a vision suddenly appeared.

He suddenly felt that the vision in front of him was slightly distorted, and before he could come back to his senses, a huge palm print made of vitality appeared in front of him, and the fierce energy blew through, so that he couldn't open his eyes.

"What?" The thin old man was taken aback, hurriedly threw the dialect aside, and then moved his palms in unison to block the palm print that suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the thin old man couldn't help but take a step back, and then looked into the air with a gloomy face.