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Everyone thought that Han An was modest, but in fact, he was really lucky.

There was an ancestor in his Han family who once gave a piece of oil cake to a beggar who was hungry and cold. After the beggar finally became an important figure in the Ziyun Sect, he wanted to repay the kindness of the year, so he accepted his descendant Han An as a registered disciple. Otherwise, with Han An's talent, how could he become a disciple of the Ziyun Sect.

Ziyun Sect is also divided into inner and outer disciples, on the basis of the inner and outer disciples, they added a registered disciple, the registered disciple is not practicing in the sect, which is equivalent to saying that it has nothing to do with Ziyun Sect, just a title, but this title is also coveted by many people. For example, Han An, don't look at it as just a famous disciple of Ziyun Sect, but he has a lot of status in Donglai City.

Registered disciples need to donate a lot of silver taels and a spirit stone to the Ziyun Sect every month, so that the Ziyun Sect will recognize your identity as a registered disciple, and when you have a dispute with someone, the Ziyun Sect will send a disciple from outside the sect to help you. Therefore, many registered disciples have several outer disciples who have a good relationship within the sect, and Han An is no exception.

In fact, although Han An's talent is not good, it is not bad, if he is willing to put down the title of registered disciple and use all the spirit stones and silver on cultivation, his cultivation will not only be a layer of condensation. However, he would rather bear the title of a disciple of the Ziyun Sect than practice in a down-to-earth manner.

He was a little short-sighted, thinking that he was already cool by the big tree of Ziyunzong, so why did he have to work hard to plant a small tree. Originally, the predecessors of the Ziyun Sect originally wanted to accept him as an outer disciple, if he was more aggressive, it would be possible to promote him to an inner disciple, but seeing that he was in such a state of mind, he gave up the idea of accepting Han An as an apprentice, and only gave Han An the title of a registered disciple.

Han An still boasted about himself to the outside world, but in fact, he was just deceiving himself.

Just like now, he was bragging again, and at the same time, he didn't forget to belittle Fang Mu and attack Fang Mu with vicious language. At his instigation, those dart masters and coachmen all believed that Fang Mu was a lazy idler, and finally the discussion intensified, because Fang Mu had not returned for a long time, and even added a bandit hat to Fang Mu, saying that Fang Mu must have pulled the horse to send the bandit to the bandit.

Everyone was indignant and threatened to kill Fang Mu. It's ridiculous that this group of people listens to the wind and rain, and has no opinions of their own.

Until an hour after Fang Mu herded the horses, the jujube red horse came back with more than a dozen horses, but there was no Fang Mu figure, everyone felt strange, and Han An explained.

"I have long seen the identity of Mu Fang, a bandit, and his accomplices are conspiring with us to enrich our body. However, I also read that Mu Fang is just an ordinary person, and it is difficult to do anything to him because of his identity. I had no choice but to set up a wooden square and let him go to herd the horses. Thus he will be immersed in the joy of getting the horses and will abandon the idea of attacking us. But if they do attack us, they will never return. ”

Everyone praised Han An's kindness, and even Qi Ye and Xiaoqing on the carriage couldn't help but look at Han Angao twice, feeling that he was of noble character. Qi Ye didn't hate Han An so much now, and even admired it a little.

Questions were also raised.

"Brother Han, aren't you afraid that our horses will really be taken away by Mu Fang?" asked a dart master.

Han An said with a smile: "My jujube red horse is a good horse that has been carefully selected, it has grown up with medicinal herbs, and it has developed a pair of steel and iron bones in the early practice, and it has the strength of a thousand catties, and ordinary monks can't help it." ”

But when the horses walked in, everyone saw that the jujube red horse had a blue nose and swollen face, and was limping when he walked, and when they saw Han An, they roared, tears flowed from their eyes, and they were obviously subjected to inhuman torture for an hour just now.

Han An was extremely angry and asked Zao Hongma, "Was that person who injured you like this just now?"

Zao Hongma nodded, Han Anxin was shocked, and said secretly in his heart: "Who is that Mu Fang, who can actually hurt my Zao Hongma like this, could it be that he is also an immortal cultivator? But if he is an immortal cultivator, how can he not see his cultivation, is his cultivation far beyond himself?"

Han An couldn't help but be a little afraid, and at this moment, a group of bandits appeared from all sides and surrounded Han An and the others.

The dart master picked up the big knife and confronted the bandits, while Han An looked coldly at the bandits around him, in his eyes, these bandits were just a group of ants.

I saw that a flame appeared in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he threw it directly at the bandits, and the small flame turned into a huge fireball in the process of traveling, and the heat wave was rolling.

But it was such a powerful fireball, and when it came to the bandits, a young man who looked like a scholar appeared in front of the bandits, smiled and waved his palm lightly, and the fireball disappeared lightly.

"Immortal cultivators at the first level of condensation are inevitably too weak. The scholar's words were quite ridiculous, and then the momentum on his body exploded, and only the huge wind and waves emitted by the momentum knocked the dart master and the coachman to the ground, and even the roof of the carriage shed was lifted, and Qi Ye and Xiaoqing were also exposed to the sight of the bandits.

Han An was bitter in his heart, this scholar was actually a monk at the second level of condensation, and he was not his opponent.

"Dare to ask Daoyou which sect and which faction, want to be in the company of these bandits and rob us? In the Lower Ziyun Sect Han An, I also hope that Daoyou will give me a face in the Ziyun Sect and let us go, otherwise your sect will bear the endless anger of my Ziyun Sect. ”

In the past, when Han An moved out of the relationship with Ziyunzong, others would be afraid of him, but this young scholar not only did not have the slightest respect on his face, but was domineering.

The young scholar said in a strange manner: "There is no sect and no sect in Xia, and this time I came here to take Miss Qiye back to my village and establish a sect." ”

Qi Ye's face blushed when he heard the young scholar's words, Han An understood from the young scholar's words, they came prepared, if Qi Ye really fell into their hands, he didn't know what kind of humiliation and torture he would suffer.

"It looks like someone has told you about our whereabouts. Han An gritted his teeth and said.

The young scholar smiled and did not speak. Han An and the others were extremely sure in their hearts that the wooden side was indeed sent in by bandits. They hated Mu Fang extremely much in their hearts, and now Han An could only fight with this young scholar, Han An's eyes showed a cold glow, and he took out a long sword in his hand and swung it towards the scholar.

Speaking of Fang Mu, he was fighting a fierce battle with a monk.

Originally, he led the horses to a land with fertile water and grass, and the leading jujube red horse was arrogant, not listening to his own orders, and pushing himself with his front hooves, which made Fang Mu very annoyed.

Originally, he just wanted to feed the horses, which could be regarded as the reward for his own ride, and then parted ways with the convoy, because he saw that Han An was a hypocrite, and he didn't know what to make difficult for himself on the road, and how he was willing to suffer from his anger.

And this horse is still bullying himself, Fang Mu was a little angry, directly held the horse's hooves, knocked down the jujube red horse, and made a few punches to the jujube red horse's head. And threatened: "Eat grass well, if you don't eat it, I will kill your horse meat!"

When the stomachs of the horses were no longer shriveled, Fang Mu was ready to take them back the way they came.

Suddenly, a monk appeared in front of Fang Mu, it was a monk from the Donglai Sect, judging from his cultivation, he had a three-layer cultivation of condensing qi.

The monk from the Donglai Sect glanced at Fang Mu twice, and then didn't care anymore, he had a task on his side, so he naturally didn't pay attention to the idlers and others.

It's not that he has bad eyesight and can't recognize Fang Mu's appearance. In fact, Fang Mu's current appearance has changed a lot from before, the most obvious features such as his face full of blisters and bumps have returned to normal, and the hollow right sleeve is also supported by flies, and it doesn't look like he is missing an arm.

It wasn't until Fang Mu walked up to the monk and insulted the monk a few words that the monk was about to make a move with Fang Mu, and the horses were disturbed and quickly fled from the battle area.

"Boy, since you are impatient, I just caught you in the sect and tried the medicine for my master. The Donglai Sect monk said angrily, thinking that what was wrong with this person in front of him, he dared to insult an immortal cultivator.

This is a monk with a third layer of condensation, which is comparable to Senior Brother Zhang's cultivation that day. At that time, he relied on a sneak attack to kill the defenseless Senior Brother Zhang, and now he is facing it head-on, which means that he has to show real strength, and he can no longer be opportunistic.

However, Fang Mu's strength had improved a lot compared to two months ago, especially the gold forging technique he had cultivated, which had already shaped his body as hard as gold. Moreover, even if he can't beat this monk, he can escape with his broken star footwork.

Moreover, he can also use this monk to convey a message to the old man of the Donglai Sect, that is, he has not left the Donglai Sect yet. In this way, the old man will not pass the picture to the court in order to capture himself and get more rewards.

After all, the picture was transmitted to the imperial court, and after the imperial court sued the world, strong people from all walks of life came to the east one after another, and the probability of the old man catching himself was much smaller. As long as this old man is a little ambitious, he will definitely strictly guard the picture and catch himself personally.

In fact, although the reward offered by the imperial court to the murderer was high, it could only make the monks below the end of the court crazy, and the monk could only be moved, while the Yuanying monk didn't care about the court's reward.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, don't talk nonsense. ”

Fang Mu's figure was like a ghost, shuttling around the Donglai Sect monk, this Donglai Sect monk was dizzy by Fang Mu's body, and every inch was in chaos. His eyes were flustered, as if he was facing a great enemy.

However, after all, he was the chief disciple of the Donglai Sect, and he still had some means to press the bottom of the box, he took out a spirit rune and put it directly on his forehead, and suddenly, his speed increased a lot, and he was on the same level as Fang Mu.

The two fought fiercely in the woods, evenly matched, and fought fiercely for a while.