Out of the city, Xiang Fanchen parted ways with the Lu family's father and son.

Back at the hut, Xiang Fanchen packed up and prepared to set off for the Imperial Sword Villa overnight.

As a result, after packing up his things, Xiang Fanchen realized that he didn't know where the Imperial Sword Villa was.

In view of the fact that no one could be asked in the middle of the night, Xiang Fanchen rested for another night and set off the next day.

The next day.

On the official road outside the city.

Xiang Fanchen was speechless.

Rise!

Look to the sky!

Just now, he stopped a person to ask for directions, and wanted to know where the Imperial Sword Villa was, but the other party told him that the Imperial Sword Villa was in Suzhou.

So Xiang Fanchen's whole person was not good. Although he had seen the Water Moon Cave Heaven, he had never paid attention to where the Edgeworth Villa was.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, Xiang Fanchen felt that he was obviously the existence of the European Emperor, why did he encounter this kind of thing repeatedly recently?

It must be that the posture of the recent sleep is wrong, which leads to the leakage of Ou Qi, the reversal of Qi luck, and the rise of non-Qi, which will decline to the extreme.

Retracting the posture of looking at the sky, Xiang Fanchen was ready to wash his face first, change his luck, and then buy a horse and rush to Suzhou.

Not surprisingly, they should be able to catch up with the Lu family's father and son, although they set off one night earlier than themselves, but it was the entire martial arts that stopped in front of them, and their speed was not much faster.

As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, Xiang Fanchen spent a lot of silver to buy a good BMW and set foot on the official road again.

Looking at the endless road, Xiang Fanchen sighed again, when will the injuries on his body be healed.

If the injury has healed, why bother the BMW under the crotch?

Xiang Fanchen has recently comprehended the knowledge of Emperor Shakti, which has been accumulated for thousands of years, and is known as the Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Dao, although this is a bit exaggerated, but his skills are indeed powerful.

With its light skills alone, the indulgence of ascending immortal steps can be called amazing.

When the indulgence of the immortal step is running, the posture is leisurely and leisurely, and it looks like a leisurely stroll is fluttering, and the speed is indeed extremely fast, almost as if shrinking into inches.

The light power runs to the extreme or even faster than the speed of sound, but it is surrounded by true qi around the body, discharging the air, and there will be no sound barrier, and it will not even sweep the wind.

Isn't this kind of miraculous skill a must-have for traveling at home, killing people and destroying mouths? Unfortunately, I have injuries on my body and can't run with all my might.

Otherwise, why do you need to bother to catch up with the Lu family's father and son.

However, in the heavens and all worlds, there is more than one strong man riding a horse, and the dignified Dou Emperor does not have to ride a horse, so accept his fate.

Pulling the reins, Xiang Fanchen did not hesitate, or hurried to Suzhou to find the Tong clan, since the Tong clan has the cultivation method of immortality, maybe they can also find a way to speed up the treatment of their injuries.

"Drive!"

Riding a horse and whipping, Xiang Fanchen's figure gradually faded away in a burst of horses' hooves.

Hundreds of miles away.

Ghost Shrine.

The Ghost Saint invited the other five factions to hold a meeting to discuss important matters.

It's a pity that although it was an invitation from the Ghost Saint, there were very few people present in the hall, and even Dongfang Bai, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, was not present.

After waiting for a long time, no one came, and some people in the venue finally couldn't sit still.

"Old ghost, what do you mean by this Dongfang Bai?"

In the hall, an old man with a face like a heavy jujube and red hair asked a man with protruding cheekbones, a pale face, and a ghostly look.

The two of them are none other than the Flame Ancestor of the Agni Fire Palace and the Ghost Saint of the Ghost Saint Palace.

Hearing the Flame Ancestor's inquiry, the Ghost Saint Yin glanced at the other party and said with pity:

"How do I know, but I don't think a few of them will come, Han Xun asked a stinky hairy boy to come instead of him, Dongfang Bai and He Qinghua were even directly absent, this will still be scattered, what do you say?"

"Oh, let's disperse then! Anyway, the old man is not in the mood to continue chatting with you here. ”

A white-haired old man with immortal wind bones diagonally opposite the Flame Ancestor stood up and walked away.

"Hey, who do you say is not dry? Young master, I am also a well-known and invincible figure in Suzhou. ”

"Although you are the same generation as my father Han Xun, you can't slander me at will. ”

Just when the old Agni was about to get up and persuade Mr. Six Fingers, Han Hu, who was called a milky stinking by the Ghost Sage, couldn't sit still, and actually got up to question the Ghost Sage, and was so shocked that Old Agni even forgot to persuade Six Fingers.

"Presumptuous, no big or small. ”

Hearing Han Hu's words, the Ghost Saint's angry face flashed, and his momentum pressed directly towards Han Hu.

"If it weren't for your father Han Xun's face, you wouldn't be able to get out of this gate today. ”

Feeling the killing intent rushing to his face, as well as the ghostly momentum, Han Hu's face suddenly turned pale, trembling in two, and he almost knelt down.

"You" Looking at the pale and cold face of the ghost saint, Han Hu swallowed the cruel words that came to his mouth again, although he usually relied on Han Xun's power to do whatever he wanted, but at this moment he was really a little scared.

"Hmph"

Han Hu, who didn't dare to say anything cruel, snorted lightly and prepared to turn around and leave.

Looking at the departing Han Hu, the old flame and the ghost saint did not stop them, after all, the six major factions had not yet torn their faces.

It's just that as soon as Han Hu walked to the door, he saw a figure fly in at great speed and knocked him back into the house.

"Oops, who the hit Lao Tzu, are you blind!?"

Han Hu scolded and got up from the ground, the figure just now was extremely fast, and he hadn't come back to his senses when he was frightened by the ghost saint, so he couldn't avoid it at all.

"Smack!"

As soon as Han Hu's words fell, a whip shadow immediately struck and slapped him fiercely.

"Oops, who's the"

"Smack!"

This time, before he could finish his words, he was whipped again.

"Oops!"

Han Hu only screamed in pain this time, and he didn't dare to scold again.

"Boy, your mouth stinks, if you dare to say a word, I will wash your mouth with a whip. ”

The one who had just dodged into the hall was He Qinghua, the only female leader among the six major factions.

At this moment, she was looking at Han Hu condescendingly, reprimanding mercilessly in her mouth, and raised the whip in her hand after speaking.

As the leader of the six major factions, who is not a person who has been in a high position for a long time and is arrogant, how can he tolerate the presumptuous of a junior, if it weren't for Han Xun's face, Han Hu would have been in a different place.

Han Hu glanced at the crowd with some fear, not speaking, but his footsteps were still quietly moving towards the door.

For Han Hu's small actions, everyone saw it in their eyes and did not stop it.

"Heh, are you still in the mood to have this broken meeting here, and the news of the Heavenly Demon Qin's appearance is known?" Ignoring Han Hu, He Qinghua asked directly at Old Agni and Ghost Saint.

"Yes, that's why I'm willing to participate in this breakout meeting. A few days ago, someone dared to slaughter my Ghost Saint Palace disciple, and he left a mark. ”

"What imprint?"

"Six-fingered palm print!"

"I didn't expect that the Heavenly Demon Qin would be in the current rivers and lakes sixteen years later. ”

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