[Chapter 3: The Late Hunter]

And the other spell attacks that were more realistic were because of the presence of that Yuan Weapon Inner Armor, which only caused Lu Buqi to suffer some internal injuries.

These internal injuries are not serious, but they are not serious...... That's also fake!

At least, Lu Buqi clearly realized that these injuries had made his current strength drop by more than three percent, and it was undoubtedly a bit mysterious to deal with Feng Yanrong, who had at least more than ninety percent of his strength, with seventy percent of his strength.

However, Lu Buqi did not show his timidity of relief, and the fish intestine sword shone out again, this time with an earthy yellow light, roaring towards Feng Yanrong.

To Lu Buqi's surprise, Feng Xianrong didn't answer, but turned around and flew away, she was here to save Wubotan, who was forced to be embarrassed and in danger.

It can be regarded as Wu Botan's luck, Blade Heart and Jian Ming do not have a Yuan-level magic weapon in their hands, and Xie Qianchou only has a Yuan-level ring that increases the power of the spell, and there is no Yuan-level magic weapon that can be used to attack.

The attack magic weapons used by the three of them are all at the level of mysterious weapons, and the power is naturally not very strong, otherwise with the combined efforts of the three of them, how could Wu Botan, who was already a little injured, resist so many rounds?

The strength of Feng Xianrong, a master of the Condensation Realm, was of little use to Lu Buqi, but for the three of them, it was definitely difficult to resist. Therefore, without waiting for Feng Yanrong's spell to come, the three of them had already retreated together, letting go of Wubotan.

"Xie Fengmen's rescue......" Wu Botan relieved himself and hurriedly thanked him.

But Feng Yanrong's face changed suddenly: "Don't thank you...... Hurry up, there are masters of the Condensation Realm coming over, and the day when the door master and they come over has not yet arrived...... I'm afraid it's not our people!"

Wu Botan's face changed suddenly, and his sensing power was not so strong: "Withdraw...... Which way to retreat?"

"To the west!" Feng Xianrong just finished speaking, but her face changed again: "Damn, there are people in the west...... Let's go!"

Just when Lu Buqi raised his sword eyebrows, and Xie Qianchou and the others were inexplicable, Feng Xianrong took Wu Bo Tan, abandoned this battlefield, and suddenly flew away to the south.

"Master, can we chase after it?" Blade Heart's eyes were full of scorching battle intent.

Lu Buqi shook his head: "No, just leave them to the Refining Sect, our task now is to protect them!"

"Yes!" Thinking that Long Buli was still injured, Blade Heart and Qianwu and Jian Ming glanced at each other, and the three of them had a forehead, and they all galloped towards Long Buli, who had already flown away to the north.

Thinking that there are three people who have solved thousands of sorrows, and the dragon does not leave him, he should not encounter any more dangers. Lu Buqi still decided to stop, and met the Condensation Realm master who came from Kyoto for a while.

The speed of the Yuan cultivator of the Condensing Realm was naturally not ordinary, and after Feng Xianrong and Wu Botan fled for a while, the person who Lu Buqi was waiting for appeared, it was Ning Lianqing, the sect leader of the Refining Affection Sect.

Although Ning Lianqing is not very good-looking, and she is a lot older, she is dressed well, a noble goose yellow palace dress, gold and silver trim, long skirt and water sleeves, which is graceful and luxurious. It doesn't look like he's here to fight, it's like he's visiting a friend.

"Lu Bu abandoned, the speed of your Longmen singing is too fast, right?" Ning Lianqing's expression was not very good, she worked hard to move the crowd, but here, she didn't even get a single hair.