Seeing that this person wanted to escape, the old man in brocade said rampantly: "Do you think you can still escape now?" Leave it for me. ”

"Whew!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in mid-air, and the next moment, the white-haired old man who had only flown out of a dozen zhang stopped suddenly, his face was like dead ashes, his palms shook rapidly, and he slammed towards the back desperately.

"Boom!"

Behind him, which seemed to be empty, there was a loud noise under his blow.

"Poof......

The white-haired old man's body trembled violently, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body was even more shaky, as if it might fall down at any time. Fortunately, he also knew that he was in danger now, and if he really fell here, he would definitely die.

As a result, his figure trembled rapidly, and instantly became blurred. At this time, even if he exhausted his whole body energy, he would have to use teleportation, and now he only had this way to go.

"Smack!"

Almost at the same time that his figure became blurred, another loud noise came from his body, and a fist-sized amount of vitality energy silently appeared behind him, slamming straight into him.

"Hmm......"

The white-haired old man snorted, and the figure that had just become blurred was instantly clear, and then he fell down weakly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The old man in brocade sneered and looked at the middle-aged Confucian again.

The middle-aged Confucian was full of bitterness, and subconsciously moved his gaze to the dialect in the distance. He didn't expect things to come to this point, and now his only hope was in tongues, and if he didn't have a choice, I'm afraid he would die here in less than two breaths.

When the old man in brocade was attacking the white-haired old man just now, the attack on his body never stopped. He didn't doubt it at all, if it weren't for the white-haired old man who suddenly turned around and ran away, the fate of the two of them now is estimated to not be much different. Of course, the premise is that the dialect does not make a move.

It is precisely because of his trust in the dialect that he has never had any other thoughts, and has been going all out from the beginning. But no matter how much he trusted Fang Yan, now that he was dying, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Give me death!" I don't know if it's because most of the opponents in front of him are missing, and the old man in brocade has a lot of confidence.

Looking at the galloping vitality, the corners of the middle-aged Confucian student's eyes jumped, and he turned around and fled directly, where did he dare to pick it up? This is a late-stage existence, an existence that is one level stronger than him, and it only takes a flip to make him disappear, where does he dare to carry him alone?

The old man in brocade sneered: "Hmph, where did you get the confidence to think that you can escape......

In the middle of speaking, there was suddenly no sound.

The middle-aged Confucian who turned his head and ran wildly quickly glanced back, but found that the attack was still behind, but because there was no control, the speed of the attack was much slower, and it was just going straight forward.

He turned around and dodged, and the energy flew straight through and landed into the woods in front of him, making a loud noise.

He looked behind him with a stunned expression, a look like he had seen a ghost, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, looked at the dialect that flew over unhurriedly, and asked, "Did you trap him with that treasure?" ”

He has a treasure that can trap any powerful existence, this is not news, almost everyone in the world knows it, and of course he will not be a stranger.

Fang Yan smiled and nodded, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's a bit of a problem." The middle-aged Confucian grinned and said, "I was not lightly injured, but fortunately you trapped him in time, otherwise I am afraid that I would not have been able to dodge the blow just now." By the way, are you just trapping him now? Is there a way to kill him? ”

Fang Yan shook his head: "It's just to trap him, and if you want to kill him, you have to release him." ”

The corner of the middle-aged Confucian student's mouth twitched: "That...... Is there a limit to how long he can be trapped? ”

Fang Yan said: "In his heyday, he could control it for more than an hour, and now that he is injured, it should be no problem to be sleepy for most of the day." ”

"Half a day?" The middle-aged Confucian suddenly cried and laughed, "What about after half a day?" What are we going to do? ”

"You have a plan." The dialect said, "I'll take a look at your injuries first. ”

The middle-aged Confucian didn't say anything more, and hurriedly flew over.

"The injuries are really not light." Fang Yan thought about it, and finally took out a pill from his body and handed it over, "Take it, I'll heal your injuries first." ”

"This ...... It can't be the legendary panacea, right? The middle-aged Confucian asked cautiously.

"It's a panacea, but it must be assisted by my vitality."

"This ...... Not so good. Hearing that this was really a panacea, the middle-aged Confucian was also taken aback, hurriedly handed over the elixir, and said: "My injury is not serious enough to be unable to walk, I can just heal my wounds slowly after I go back, and there is no need to waste this elixir." ”

After all, this is a panacea, a panacea that has become extinct, how dare he accept it like this? Although the injuries on his body were not light, they were indeed not serious enough to use the panacea, and he was really a little reluctant to let him take a panacea elixir like this.

"Take it." Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "This elixir has been improved, and the effect of the medicine is not as terrifying as the panacea, and I also have some on me, not worse than this one." ”

The words have been said to this point, and the middle-aged Confucian is no longer hypocritical, and swallows the pill.

The dialect directly instilled vitality in him. This person is from the Mi family, and this time he is still inquiring about the news for him, of course he doesn't mind letting his injuries recover a little. After all, he didn't really give him the elixir, he just consumed some of the vitality in his body.

Two quarters of an hour later, Fang Yan took back his palm and said, "Your injuries have recovered nearly halfway, and you can only recover slowly on your own." ”

"I'm content to be halfway back in such a short period of time." The middle-aged Confucian grew a sigh of relief.

Fang Yan looked around and said, "Now that even the Needle City has been destroyed, and the city lord has no use value, you can go to the Mi family first." ”

"Go back now?" The middle-aged Confucian was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the position of the old man in the brocade just now, "Don't you need to help solve him first?" ”

"No, you don't." Fang Yan shook his head, "I should still have the ability to solve him, you can go back." ”

The middle-aged Confucian didn't ask anything more with great interest, and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll go back first, and you should be careful yourself." ”

Fang Yan smiled and nodded, and didn't say anything more.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded to Ziling, then set off and sped away into the distance, and soon disappeared into the sky.