Ye Feng nodded, "Maybe I will hear what they said wrong, but it is impossible to even hear the footsteps wrong, so there are only two possibilities, either they have already left the city or turned a corner on the road, or someone has stopped them with something similar to a spirit talisman!"

"Makes sense!"

Zhang Dachuan slapped his slap and groaned for a moment, he glanced at Ye Feng vigilantly, and twisted:

"Hey, hey... That old man... Brother, I should have a way to find their traces, but the means are a bit private, Brother Ye, you better turn your head away...?"

Ye Feng blinked and turned his back silently.

The latter was relieved and shouted "Long live understanding".

For Zhang Dachuan, Ye Feng never dared to underestimate him, although this fat man always looked like a philistine with a hippie smile, but he could become the confidant of the prince of the Great Song Dynasty by virtue of his cultivation at the peak of Xuanzhao's realm, which is definitely not something that a small role can do.

Ye Feng once commented on Zhang Dachuan in his heart:

Thoughtful, moody and invisible, never revealing his weaknesses, extremely good at camouflage, typical of the mouth and belly honey sword.

As for this person's moral character, the time of contact is too short, and Ye Feng is not easy to conclude at will.

"Okay~!"

After a while, Zhang Dachuan shouted to Ye Feng with excitement.

Ye Feng subconsciously turned around when he heard this, but he didn't want to accidentally see a white paper kite in Zhang Dachuan's hand, so he hurriedly politely turned his head away.

Seeing this, the fat man was also panicked, and quickly took back the paper kite to the storage ring, then took two steps forward and dragged Ye Feng's sleeve, and returned in the direction he came, his tone was slightly anxious, "Follow me!"

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In a certain alley on Bluestone Street, the brothers and sisters of the Zhan family at this time were in a small enchantment created by a spirit talisman.

In the lilac-like three-dimensional space, Zhan Tianhu and Zhan Fanfan, who were holding blades, looked at the three people opposite with angry eyes, panting.

The three of them were all men, one old and two young, the leader of the man was wearing a cloak, his eyes were gloomy, his Yin Tang and his lips were black and purple, and he thought that it was caused by some evil skill.

Holding two black short axes in his hands, Zhan Tianhu protected Zhan Fan behind him, and asked the old man among the three in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Guan Lin Sanren!"

The old man stood with his hands on his shoulders, his face was proud, and his tone was quite complacent. After a pause, he asked rhetorically against Zhan Tianhu without smiling:

"Little one, you two don't want to die, do you? If you don't want to die, give me what you bought at the auction today, and I'm going to spare your life!"

"Daydream your dreams!"

Zhan Fanfan shouted angrily, his body jumped, and he bypassed Zhan Tianhu and rushed towards Guan Lin Sanren.

Seeing this, the two men beside the latter took out their weapons from the storage ring together, stopped Zhan Fanfan, and the three of them fought together.

"Little sister!"

Seeing his sister being besieged by the two, Zhan Tianhu was in a hurry, he shook his arms, and the short axe in his hand slashed at one of them, and the black axe was faintly glowing.

Ding ding~!

After two clear sounds, the two short axes of the Battle Sky Tiger were bounced back.

"Hehehe..."

Guan Lin Sanren, who had black lips, stood opposite him at some point, and there were two dark green gloves like snake scales on his hands.

Guan Lin Sanren stared at Zhan Tianhu playfully for a long time, his eyes sank, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph! I don't know how to lift!

With the words, Guan Lin Sanren's gloved hands, like two poisonous snakes, struck straight towards the face of the Zhantian Tiger.

"Drink~!"

Zhan Tianhu shouted angrily, a pair of tiger eyes had no fear, he secretly gritted his teeth and raised the true qi in his body to the extreme, his hands trembled, and he once again carried two short axes to meet him.

After a few rounds, Zhan Fanfan couldn't hold it at first, and as soon as she was not careful, she was hit in the shoulder by one of them with a palm, and flew out directly.

"Phew~"

Zhan Fanfan took a sip of the blood foam in his mouth, propped himself up with a short sword and wanted to fight again, but he staggered back to the ground.

"Hahaha, stop struggling, you're poisoned!"

One of Guan Lin Sanren's apprentices looked at Zhan Fanfan's embarrassed appearance, laughed a few times and gave an explanation, looking very unhappy.

"Little sister!"

Zhan Tianhu, who had been fighting fiercely with Guan Lin Sanren, suddenly became anxious when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at his sister who was spitting black blood from his mouth, and he had no intention of fighting.

"Drink~!"

Guan Lin Sanren saw this opportunity, his palms went up and down, and at the same time locked the two big holes on Zhantian Tiger's chest.

Bang ——!

Zhan Tianhu's burly body was slapped away by Guan Lin Sanren's palm, and he struggled a few times before he staggered and barely stood up.

Guan Lin Sanren looked coldly at the panting Zhantian Tiger, and persuaded: "Enough, don't struggle, if I wanted to kill you, you would have died a long time ago!

He didn't lie, not to mention that his own cultivation had already been in the Xuanzhao Three Realms, even his two apprentices were also in the early stage of the Xuanzhao One Realm.

If it weren't for their reluctance to kill, there really wouldn't have been a need to fight for so long.

However, the reason why they are reluctant to kill them is not because they are kind-hearted, but because they are afraid that the treasure that was auctioned off at the auction today will lose its clues.

"Hehehe... Hehehehe..."

Zhan Tianhu lowered his head, stunned his eyes, stared at Guan Lin Sanren, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? You still won't hand over the treasure?"

Guan Lin Sanren's tone became sharp, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhan Tianhu retracted his gaze, glanced at his sister not far away, looked unwilling, paused, he suddenly shouted at Zhan Fanfan, "Little sister go quickly", and then took out an object from the storage ring and rushed towards Guan Lin Sanren.

Guan Lin Sanren saw the appearance of the object clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly lifted his true qi, and retreated back again and again, not daring to touch its edge.

What Zhan Tianhu was holding in his hand was the high-grade magic weapon that the two brothers and sisters had auctioned at the monk auction today, the "Soul Control Lock".

This soul control lock is an offensive magic weapon, which can lock the divine consciousness of others, and will cause different degrees of cannibalization of the enemy's divine consciousness according to the strength of the user's cultivation, and the power is extremely domineering.

But this magic weapon has a big drawback, that is, it consumes a lot of energy, and every time it is used, it has to use up a bottle of mixed element liquid, and it is not the kind of elder-level person of the big family sect, and he can't afford to use it at all.

"Die!"

Zhan Tianhu shouted violently, and the soul control lock in his hand glowed with wisps of golden light, and he was about to touch Guan Lin Sanren's body.

"Master!"

The two disciples of Guan Lin Sanren exclaimed at the same time.

"Brother!"

Zhan Fanfan shouted at the man's back, his heroic eyes were filled with tears, and he completely forgot what Zhan Tianhu had just said.

"Phew!"

At the critical moment, Guan Lin Sanren turned his heart sideways, and directly grabbed the soul control lock handed by Zhantian Tiger with his hands with dark green snake scale gloves.

Thorn ——!

The green-glowing snake-scale gloves and the glittering golden soul-control lock collided together, causing a dazzling glow.

Taking advantage of the stalemate between the two, the two disciples of Guan Lin Sanren put away their weapons one after another, and grabbed the back of Zhan Tianhu with five fingers and claws.

"Brother!!"

Zhan Fanfan exclaimed in surprise and covered his mouth with his hands.

The corners of Guan Lin Sanren's mouth showed a sinister smile.

Cold sweat oozed from Zhantian Tiger's forehead, and there was indeed no way to do it.

"I'll do it too!"

With Zhang Dachuan's familiar voice, the fat man rushed into the enchantment first, and his ball-like body was very flexible, directly knocking the two disciples of Guan Lin Sanren out together.

At the same time, Ye Feng also paced into the small enchantment, just glanced at it, and the young man already understood the situation at this time.

"Hey!"

Ye Feng shouted at Guan Lin Sanren.

The latter was trying his best to resist the power of the soul control lock at this time, so he naturally couldn't pull his hand, but when he heard someone calling him, he still turned his head curiously.

Hmmm——!

Puff~

It was just one round, and Guan Lin Sanren's heart had a bloody hole, and his eyes lost their vitality.

Without half a minute of hesitation, Ye Feng was another teleportation with Jing Hong, and one sword resulted in one of the two disciples of Guan Lin Sanren.

Suddenly, it was very quiet in the enchantment, and everyone stopped their movements and looked at Ye Feng in unison, including the disciple of Guan Lin Sanren who survived, and Zhan Fanfan, who was always arrogant and liked to scare people.

"Gollum~"

Zhang Dachuan swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but secretly say that his intuition was really right, this guy was really dangerous, very dangerous.

Zhan Tianhu looked at Ye Feng's calm appearance, and his heart was also shocked.

Although Fang Cai was able to succeed in one blow because he was restraining Guan Lin Sanren, he asked himself, if he was allowed to fight with Ye Feng alone, then he was probably less than thirty percent sure that he would be able to dodge that sword.

Facing everyone's stunned gazes, Ye Feng was still unfazed, he turned his head to look at Zhang Dachuan, then at Zhan Tianhu, pointed at the Guan Lin Sanren disciple, and asked the latter, "What should he do?"

"Ahh I'll fix it!"

Zhan Tianhu came back to his senses, hurriedly answered, and walked towards the disciple with two short axes.

"Don't... Don't kill me!"

The disciple's eyes couldn't stop scanning the expressions and movements of Ye Feng and the others, and he was cowardly in his heart, and subconsciously retreated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhan Fanfan, who was still sitting on the ground not far away, and hurriedly took out an oilcloth bag from his arms and handed it to Zhan Tianhu, stammering:

"Hero, hero, this is the antidote to your sister's poison, I will give this to you, you can spare my life..."

Zhan Tianhu stretched out his hand to take the antidote, and turned his head to look at his sister, "Little sister, what do you say?"

"Kill him!"

Zhan Fanfan's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Ye Feng's eyebrows trembled, he subconsciously squinted, paused, turned around and walked to Guan Lin Sanren's corpse to rummage through it, and after a short time, he held a storage ring in his hand.

The sharp-eyed Zhang Dachuan saw this scene and wanted to get a piece of the pie, but he didn't dare to speak, so he could only watch Ye Feng take Guan Lin Sanren's storage ring into his arms.