Taking a deep breath, Chafeng didn't bother with the spear boy in the end, his purpose was to kill the old man Guyun, as long as the old man Guyun died, it was enough, it didn't matter who killed it in the end.

A shot pierced the throat, and the old man Guyun died so much that he couldn't die anymore! Even before he had time to perform his magic skills, he was suppressed to death by the two of them with absolute strength, which can be regarded as aggrieved! After the old man Guyun died, he returned to his original appearance, and he was a gray-haired old man, and his face was full of hideous scars, which made Zhufeng a little surprised.

"The tortoise shell is really hard!"

Seeing that the spear boy did not act, Chafeng directly stepped forward and picked up the shield, knocked it twice with his hand, and then put it into the space ring. It's strange to say that the shield has been attacked so many times by the long sword and spear, and it has not even left a trace, and it is extremely strong! In addition to the shield, there is also a ring, and the space is smaller than the one in the bloody hand, only the size of three sides.

However, after sweeping the contents of the ring, Chafeng's face was full of joy, because there were more than five hundred lower-grade spirit stones in it, and he didn't know how much savings the old man Guyun had accumulated. Although there is no medium-grade spirit stone, it is already a great harvest for Chafeng!

After all the loot was collected, Chafeng looked at the spear boy who was still standing aside, thought about it, and threw out the ring in his hand, "You and I have to contribute, and the things in the ring are for you!"

"No need!" the spear boy said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the ring returned to Chafeng's hand, and a sense of battle burst out, "Fight with me!"

There were no superfluous words, and the spear was horizontal, pointing at the wind.

"Don't forget it, I still have something to do, I don't have time to fight with you!" Chafeng put the ring on the ring finger of his right hand, put away his long sword at the same time, and turned to leave directly.

However, as soon as he took a step, Chafeng heard the sound of the wind behind him hunting, and hurriedly jumped up, and the long sword appeared, slashing the attacking spear!

"You ......" Chase Wind wanted to say something, but was interrupted by an oncoming spear.

The gun is like a long snake, fickle, and the shadow of the Dao gun is transformed, attacking the wind from all directions, sealing the retreat of the wind. The young man's indifferent eyes seemed to have some brilliance at this time, and his thin lips opened slightly, "This is the Eight Desolations Marksmanship!"

The shadow of the gun, like a fantasy and a reality, only felt a solemn and ancient aura coming from all directions, with a trace of murder!

In desperation, the long sword swayed, and every time a sword shadow flew out, the eyes of the wind also became serious at this time, the sword style was sharp, and the person was more like a sword out of the sheath, dazzling!

"This is the Thunder Sword Technique, the Sword Swinging Style!"

The sound fell, like a flood of thunder, the sword momentum became more rapid at this moment, and it seemed that only the sword shadow and the gun shadow were left between the heaven and the earth, and the collision of each gun and sword phantom broke out with a strong explosion aftermath, causing the nearby trees to directly crack and the sawdust to fly!

At a certain moment, the phantom dissipated, two figures, a sword and a gun, the end of the tip of the spear collided, the spear trembled slightly, and the long sword bent slightly!

"Spiritual Academy, chasing the wind!" "Chasing the wind took the lead in putting away the long sword and reporting to the sect, which was a habit he had developed in his previous life. When you encounter a rare opponent, report yourself to the sect and show respect for your opponent.

"Gun Sect, Wu Ming!" the spear was withdrawn, the indifference on the young man's face eased slightly, and he looked at Chafeng and said seriously, "You are very strong and dangerous! I can feel that this is not your full strength!"

"Brother Wu is not the same? Fighting alone, I am not Brother Wu's opponent!"

There was a hint of surprise on Chafeng's face, he didn't expect the young man to be a member of the Gun Sect. Gun Sect, one of the four pinnacle sects of the Ancient Wind Continent. There are three sects of guns, swords and fists, plus one holy medicine sect, and they are the four major sects. The Spiritual Cultivation Institute does not participate in the struggle of the sects, so it is not incorporated into it, but in comparison, the Spiritual Cultivation Institute also has the strength of the four major sects, there is no doubt about it!

The three sects are good at fighting, especially the Spear Sect, which has always had the momentum of being the head of the four major sects, and in terms of fighting, the skills are exquisite. Therefore, Chasing the Wind is not humble, whether it is strength or speed, Wu Ming is above Chasing the Wind, and Chasing Wind can feel that Wu Ming has stepped into the realm of melting spirits in half a step, and now he is not his opponent. That is, relying on skills, Chafeng can be able to tie with him! But if it is a life-and-death fight, Chafeng has an eighty percent chance of killing Wu Ming!

"Don't say goodbye!" Wu Ming said concisely, hugged his fist towards the wind and turned to leave directly, walking ten meters away, as if he remembered something, "Three years later, I hope to fight with you again!"

"What Holy Church?" shouted Chase Wind.

Wu Ming didn't seem to hear it, and left directly, and disappeared from the sight of Chafeng after a while. Chasing Feng could only helplessly hold his forehead, and now he understood why some people in his previous life looked at him so strangely, it turned out that this kind of temper was really bad!

Secretly kept in mind what Wu Ming said about the Holy Meeting, and did not stop chasing the wind, he immediately got up and rushed in the direction of Fran City.

In the middle of the night, he rushed back to the monastery by the wind, which was much faster than when he was there. First, Chafeng is familiar with the road, and secondly, his strength has risen a lot these days. Chafeng found that since drinking the strange medicine in Uncle Chen's gourd, his cultivation seems to be smoother, and the speed of absorbing spiritual power is twice as fast as before, and it will not be long before he can break through to the realm of Guanmy Sword, and even if he encounters an opponent like a bloody hand again, Chafeng will be fearless!

Chafeng first came to the Hall of Merit, it was already night, and there were no other disciples of the Spiritual Cultivation Institute present, in the entire Hall of Merit, only the elder was guarding the empty hall.

"Huh, the kid is back so soon?" the elder was squinting, sensing the arrival of the chasing wind, and suddenly opened his eyes, "It's okay, give up early, lest you die!"

"The disciple comes back to hand over the task, please accept it by the elders!"

Chasing the wind didn't care about him, and directly took out a round object wrapped in clothes, with a blood-red color on it, and put it directly in front of the elder.

"Huh, it's really him!" The elder's eyes widened, and he didn't look at it, so he determined the identity of the old man Guyun, and his eyes were a little strange when he looked at the wind, as if he was looking at fragrant dumplings, his eyes were shining, "You are willing to worship the old man as a teacher, as long as you enter my door, you can avoid the hunting conference, and at the same time you will be a true disciple!"

"Is the elder cultivating the way of the sword?" Chafeng looked at the elder of the Hall of Merit with burning eyes.

"Are you practicing swordsmanship?" The elder of the Hall of Merit showed a look of surprise and immediately shook his head, "It's a pity, what I cultivate is a fist technique." However, if you change to the boxing method, I am sure that you will surpass me and reach a higher realm!"

Chaser shook his head and flatly refused. It is impossible to give up kendo by yourself, this is the path you have chosen, in your previous life, you have to go all the way to the end in this life!

Soon, Chafeng left with the reward of the task, and there were dozens of spirit stones in the space ring. But for the current chasing wind, it is insignificant, after harvesting two space rings, chasing the wind is also very rich! Sometimes, even chasing the wind has to sigh, killing people and selling goods is sometimes indeed a way to get rich quickly. But it's just a sigh, this is a crooked path after all, chasing the wind is not a big evildoer, people don't offend him, and he won't take the initiative to provoke others!

That is, if you want a villain like Old Man Guyun who everyone kills quickly, he will only make a move after the wind, but such opportunities are still too few. If you want to earn spirit stones, you still have to think of other ways.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, Chaser Feng left the monastery early and came to the outer city. After a battle with the bloody hands, Chase Wind realized that he still had too little equipment, especially in terms of pills. If it weren't for the unknown medicinal liquid that Uncle Chen drank at the end, it might take two or three days for Chafeng's injury to fully recover, and I'm afraid that Old Man Guyun would have run away by then!