The dialect is gone.

Many of the disciples of the Sect who were following behind Fang Yan suddenly stopped after chasing for nearly two quarters of an hour, their faces full of astonishment. Because none of the dozen or so fellow disciples they met on the way saw any trace of the dialect.

Lose someone? How is this possible? Even if he couldn't catch up, he wouldn't have been able to disappear out of thin air in this densely populated mountain forest, and they could at least know which direction he was fleeing. However, he did not even have any news about him now.

For a while, the disciples who were chasing at the forefront didn't know which direction to pursue.

Someone couldn't hold his breath and began to leave the team and search for it alone.

Some people took the lead, and others were not willing to be lonely, and chased in all directions, for fear that they would take a step at night.

And at this moment, the few elders who were quietly recording the progress of this game in this mountain range gasped slightly. Standing on the high position, they could clearly see that the more than two hundred disciples chasing the dialect now happened to surround a mountain peak below. If those disciples at the front walked along this mountain peak for hundreds of zhang, they could connect with the tired disciples at the end of the team.

The disciples below didn't know, but they knew very well that Fang Yan had climbed this mountain two quarters of an hour earlier, when the pursuers behind had just surrounded this mountain halfway through, and were now approaching the tail of this team at a terrifying speed.

And just as the team in front of him stopped, he had already climbed the entire mountain and appeared at this end of the mountain. And dozens of zhang away from where he was now, a group of disciples from the sect were sparsely following the team. They didn't know that the person in front of them had stopped.

Fang Yan looked at it secretly for a moment, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint arc, changed the clothes he had snatched, and quickly rushed towards the group, like a lion that had seen its prey.

"Hey!"

Fang Yan suddenly greeted those disciples.

All the disciples turned their heads in confusion, and then followed.

"Hiss Hiss ......"

The sound of a series of strips of cloth tearing out of their clothes sounded in mid-air, and before the disciples could react to what was happening, the strips of cloth on their shoulders had already disappeared.

Fang Yan's feet were fast, and he tore off the strips of cloth on these people's shoulders very easily, like pulling a turnip.

Some people have finally come to their senses and want to resist, but how can they resist when they are already exhausted?

In just a few face-to-face sessions, dozens of people have been eliminated from dialects. These dozens of people were also the most exhausted disciples in this team.

The further they went, the more energetic those disciples became, and the speed at which dialects were eliminated naturally became slower and slower.

It's just that this team has been stretched for a long time, and the number of people is sparse and not too many, so even if these disciples are still full of energy, it is impossible to stop him. In addition, he kept shuttling through the crowd in the clothes of leaving the sect, making it difficult for the disciples to find their targets, and in less than half an hour, dozens of people were eliminated by the dialect.

"Senior Brother Fang is behind, hurry up."

"Go to the back of the team, nearly a hundred people have been eliminated by him."

"What? When did he run to the back? ”

The news of the appearance of the dialect spread quickly, some people were shocked, some people were surprised, and some people ran directly towards his place without saying a word.

It's just that not everyone has experienced the process of being hunted down and killed by Fang Yan, and naturally not everyone has the terrifying physical strength of him, even if they really rushed over, they can't keep up physically.

I don't know if it's because I'm worried about the number of people, so I accept it when I see it, and after eliminating more than a hundred people, I run directly towards that peak.

He knew that those who knew about him would definitely come to him, and that climbing over this mountain was the quickest shortcut. He wasn't sure that everyone would climb over the mountain, but there would certainly be someone who would climb over it. And that's exactly what he wants. He doesn't need all the people to go through here, just a few people. Deal with this part of the people first, and then solve the rest.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

The disciples who left the sect this time were also considered to be full of talents, and a few disciples vaguely guessed his intentions after getting the news of the dialect, and they actually wanted all the disciples to surround this mountain peak first. It's just that others didn't listen to them for a variety of reasons. After a few people put it together, they released a message.

The dialect is now on top of this mountain.

The news came out from many places one after another, and all the disciples who had left the sect who got the news did not suspect him, and they rushed towards this mountain peak one after another. And as the news spread more and more, even the disciples who came from afar went straight to this mountain.

Combined, there are at least two or three hundred of these people. There are still many people on the way to this peak.

And at this time, the dialect was still unknown. At this moment, he was eliminating a disciple of the Sect who he met on the way. When he noticed that the number of disciples who appeared in front of him was a bit large, he finally realized that something was wrong. When he noticed that disciples were coming up from all directions, he knew that something was wrong.

After knowing this, where does he dare to continue to rise? Immediately turned around and went down the mountain. Now there are so many people rushing up here, if he goes up the mountain again, I am afraid that it will be impossible to come down again.

After meeting a few more disciples who had gone up the mountain, he first eliminated them, and then learned from them the reason why they had gone up the mountain. When he knew that the news had spread more than half an hour ago, the corners of his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

More than half an hour ago, he had just begun to make contact with the rear of this team. It is impossible for anyone to see him on this mountain at that time. In this case, there seems to be only one reason left.

Someone guessed his path, and there was more than one person.

This discovery surprised him a little, and after the accident, he was a little happy, and he had the feeling of meeting an opponent. He wondered if these people were also on the mountain now, and if they had guessed that they would turn around and go down the mountain when they got the news?

The mountain was not small, and he was not worried that he would be surrounded. So there's nothing to worry about. He walked down the mountain without hurry, and every time he met a disciple who left the sect, he was quickly eliminated.

Soon, he reappeared at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the waves of disciples who kept rushing towards the mountain, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he quietly moved into the distance.