"He?" Hearing this, Bu Fan looked at this Xianmen disciple and was shocked. "Is it his enemy?"

Saying that, Bu Fan licked his dry lips, and was a little flustered in his heart, if it was really what he said, and there was more than one person, then what would he do.

"Forehead ......" saw Bu Fan's appearance, and Lao Wei instantly knew what he was thinking, and immediately explained:

"I don't feel like they're acting like enemies of this corpse, as if they're just coming to look for him, and most of them seem to be in the third or fourth layer of body refining. ”

When he said this, Lao Wei was a little unsure, he didn't know whether the target of those people was this corpse or not, it was probably just his guess, regardless of what, the top priority was to let Bu Fan go, anyway, whether Bu Fan continued to stay here or not, it would definitely be a very dangerous thing.

"Is that so?" Bu Fan, who heard the explanation, asked.

"Don't worry. The old man affirmed, and then said, "Don't talk about this, little ghost, what should we do next?" They are getting closer and closer to us, and it is still too late to leave. ”

"Isn't it his enemy?" Bu Fan muttered in a low voice, while thinking in his heart what Lao Wei had just said.

There are many people, weaker than themselves, not enemies, Bu Fan suddenly thought of something, if he guessed correctly, those people should be people from a certain family in Liyang Town under the mountain.

Not long ago, he had heard that the people of Xianmen would go to Liyang Town to select some disciples from those families, in fact, Bu Fan would come to Liyang Town because of this news, although he didn't know why Xianmen would break the rule of recruiting disciples once every ten years, and only select those in the family.

But now it seems that this news should be true, this corpse should be the person who came to recruit disciples, and those people who came over should have noticed the battle here, worried that something would happen to this immortal cultivator, so they came to find someone, and at the same time, it can be regarded as a show of loyalty in front of the disciples of this Nine Springs Sect.

Touching his chin, Lu Shan looked at the corpse of this disciple of the Nine Springs Sect, his eyes rolled, a trace of wonder flashed, and a bold idea gradually emerged in his heart.

"What do you think of my idea? ”

After telling Lao Wei what he thought, Bu Fan asked.

"I don't think so. The old voice rang out.

"Why?" Bu Fan was a little strange, he thought that his plan was not bad.

This person's body and hairstyle are similar to his own, isn't that just right?

"Not only do I feel bad, but I want you to leave. The old man said helplessly.

The idea that Bu Fan just said was simply whimsical.

I actually want to pretend to be this Xianmen disciple, infiltrate a certain family with this identity, and then try to see if I can steal a copy of the exercises.

This is not just whimsical, this is simply a dream.

"Well...... "didn't care about the old words, Bu Fan still went his own way.

As the words fell, Bu Fan put his hand into his shirt and fumbled for a while, and it didn't take long for him to take out a small jade bottle with a silver pattern from his arms.

Looking at the bottle in his hand, Bu Fan suddenly sighed, this is the most valuable thing he has on his body at present.

This is where he pretends to be a disciple of this immortal sect, this thing was dug up when he dug the tomb in order to find the cultivation of immortals, and the thing in it is called phantom powder, and its use is very magical.

Although I don't know what the principle is, as long as Bu Fan sees someone's face and thinks about this face in his heart, Bu Fan can become exactly the same as the person he thinks in his heart, and even the breath and realm on his body are the same, this effect can be used even if a person has been dead for an hour, and it is just right to use it in this place now.

Phantom powder lasts for a long time after use, until now Bu Fan doesn't know how long this thing lasts, Bu Fan used this thing when he was exploring before, but after using it, he erased it, mainly because although this thing is easy to use, it doesn't feel good when it is wiped on the face, just like being stuck with sugar water, it really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Of course, the phantom powder is not so easy to wash off, and it must be washed off with water soaked in the phantom powder, which is the key reason why there is not much phantom powder left.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for an accident, Bu Fan wouldn't know how to use phantom powder?

In fact, if it weren't for what happened now, Bu Fan's original plan was to use this thing to infiltrate a certain family in Liyang Town, and then steal a book of exercises or wait for the people from the Xianmen to come over and worship in his pretended identity to enter the Xianmen.

But the latter choice is really no choice Bu Fan will choose, after all, he just wants to find a book of exercises so that he can really embark on the road of cultivating immortals, after that Bu Fan still wants to return to his original place, live like an ordinary person, if he joins the immortal gate, it will be very uncomfortable for Bu Fan.

And more importantly, Bu Fan didn't know if the phantom spirit powder could deceive those immortals in the immortal gate.

When the bottle was opened, a scent like a pear blossom was revealed, burrowing into the nostrils of the mortal.

Without too much reaction, Bu Fan turned the bottle upside down, and a little silver powder instantly reached Bu Fan's palm.

After shaking it and carefully shaking it out again, Bu Fan pouted, sealed the bottle again, and put it back in its place.

"Little ghost, do you really want to do this?" Seeing Bu Fan's actions, Lao Wei immediately knew that he had made up his mind.

But even if he knew, Lao Wei still reminded him slightly.

"Hmm. Bu Fan replied in a low voice.

"Alas. Hearing this, Lao Wei sighed helplessly. "Alright then, hurry up, I feel like they're getting closer, and if I'm not mistaken, there's still a quarter of an hour or so left. ”

Bu Fan looked at the face of the corpse on the ground, and wiped the powder in his palms on his face with both hands at an extremely fast speed.

Two seconds later, Bu Fan stopped his movements, put his hands down, and something surprising happened, Bu Fan's still slightly immature face had disappeared, and what was exposed to the sun was the appearance of the corpse lying on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'll use your face. Half-squatting on the ground, Bu Fan apologized insincerely with the other party's face, and then stretched out his hand to rip off the clothes on the corpse.

"Kid, hurry up. At this time, Lao Wei urged again.

Looking at Bu Fan's unhurried actions, the old man was anxious for him.

"What's the hurry, they don't know that people are here, this mountain is so big, don't they have to walk for a while when they come up?"

Bu Fan replied lightly, but he still sped up the movements of his hands, after all, he didn't want to be found out about what he did, those people must know that the approximate location of the battle was here, no matter how big this mountain is, there is not much time left for Bu Fan.

Once he is seen, even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he can't tell, although he can't tell what he did.

Ten minutes later, Bu Fan had already put on the blood-stained white robe on the corpse, coupled with the face that was exactly the same as the corpse, as if he had become another person, giving people a completely different feeling.

And the real owner of Bu Fan's face has disappeared without a trace at this moment, a few minutes of time, it is completely enough for Bu Fan to bury the body roughly, as long as someone does not dig it up, the next fate of this corpse can only be to return to nature.