On the small road leading from Sifangfang City to Qinghefang City of the Cangyue Sect, the three monks were galloping on the road with their skills. Different from the light body technique performed by Xiao An, the three of them performed a more sophisticated technique, although the speed was almost the same, but it was more mana-saving.

At the front was an old man with gray hair, in the middle was a young monk in his twenties, and at the last was a middle-aged monk.

"Big brother, we are really lucky this time, not only did we see the fighting method between the Great Demon of the Transformation Stage and the Yuan Infant Stage Monk, but I didn't expect to be able to pick up the leakage from the fight scene. We will be sure to ...... when we go back in a few days," the young monk in the middle said to the white-haired old man in front of him with high spirits.

"Shut up, how many times have I told you, you are not allowed to mention this again when you are outside. Before the young monk could finish speaking, the white-haired old man reprimanded the young monk severely.

"In the wilderness here, where will there be people, big brother, your courage is too small. After listening to the old man's reprimand, the young monk did not dare to mention the matter again, but he still muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Third brother, your cultivation time is still short, how do you know the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world, you are right to listen to the eldest brother in this matter. "The middle-aged monk knew the temper of the third brother very well, and knew that it was because of the love of the eldest brother and himself that the young monk developed such an unincapable appearance.

Although these three people call each other brothers, they are not related by blood, but they all have the dream of building a prominent immortal cultivation family.

However, it is difficult for a single Qi refining stage cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation Realm to gain a firm foothold, let alone establish an Immortal Cultivation Family. Later, under the persuasion of the white-haired old man, the three of them married Jin Lan, intending to gather the strength of the three to create a family of cultivating immortals.

Just as the three of them were hurrying away, a sudden light flew from a distance and stopped in front of the three of them.

When the light dissipated, an old man with a smile on his face appeared in front of the three of them. This old man was wearing a foreign robe, and he wore a huge jasper wrench on the index finger of his left and right hands, and his appearance and dress were very rich, if he hadn't seen him flying in the air, the three of them would definitely regard him as a member of the secular world.

"The three Taoist friends are in a hurry now, I don't know what is urgent?" The smiling old man was like an old man next door.

Although the old man had a kind face, he rashly stopped others and asked them why they were in a hurry, which was a taboo in the immortal cultivation world.

The young monk couldn't help but take a step forward and was about to speak, when he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve of his second brother behind him. The young monk looked back and saw the second brother shaking his head at him with a solemn face.

At this time, the white-haired old man at the front solemnly saluted the old man dressed outside: "Back to my predecessors, the three of me were originally the righteous cultivators of the White Horse Valley, and the two behind me are my second brother and third brother.

A few days ago, the three of us just bought a batch of magic weapons refined from demon beast materials and dozens of catties of demon beast meat from Sifangfang City, and planned to transport them to Qinghefang City for sale. It's just that I'm worried that the aura of the demon beast meat will be lost too much, so I'm in such a hurry. ”

When the young monk saw the cautious look of his eldest brother, he realized that he could not see through the cultivation of this old man who was blocking the way, could it be that the other party was a Jindan monk? Thinking of this possibility, the young monk was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted the steps he had taken forward.

After listening to the eldest brother's reply, the old man dressed outside the staff still had a smiling expression: "I wonder if you saw anything on the road?"

"Back to our predecessors, we heard some fighting sounds on the way. Because the sound was far away, and we were so low that we were afraid of being affected, we didn't dare to look at it, but hurried away. The white-haired old man said as he pointed in the direction of the Ming Dou Fa.

The old man dressed outside the staff still listened with a smile, but the gaze in his eyes was extremely cold, and the person who was seen by this gaze had the feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake. When the old man's gaze swept to the white-haired old man and the middle-aged monk, both of them looked calm, while a panicked expression flashed on the young monk's face.

"This little friend, I think we are very close to each other, can you come closer and talk?" the old man beckoned to the young monk with a kind smile on his face.

After seeing the old man waving his hand, the young monk suddenly became a little dazed, and he stepped forward involuntarily. When the young monk came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the old man, while the eldest and second brothers were looking at him anxiously.

Before the young monk could understand what had just happened, he saw the old man raise a palm and press it on top of his head.

The other party's movements were obviously very slow, but the young monk had a feeling that he couldn't dodge, and could only watch as the other party's palm fell on his head.

"What is this going to do?" was the last thought in the young monk's mind.

When the old man dressed as an outsider pressed his palm on the top of the young monk's head, the young monk's hands and feet began to twitch abnormally, as if he was suffering great pain. But no matter how hard the young monk struggled, the palms of the old men dressed as outsiders and the heads of the young monks did not move.

"Great Soul Seeker?" the white-haired old man looked terrified, as if he had seen a ghost. In a panic, the middle-aged monk and the middle-aged monk glanced at each other, and the two of them ran left and right towards the woods on both sides.

The middle-aged monk kept an eye on the old man's movements out of the corner of his eye as he ran, and when he saw that he was almost in the woods, the other man still did not move. As soon as the joy of escaping rose from his heart, he felt a numbness on his body, and he fell to the ground.

After the middle-aged monk fell to the ground, his eyes happened to look at the white-haired old man, and he found that the other party was lying on the ground like himself and could not move, and a feeling of happiness rose in his heart.

It turned out that just when the two of them were about to run into the woods, the old man dressed as an outsider flicked twice at the two of them with his other hand, and two small spiritual lights hit the two of them in an instant.

It was then that the old man, dressed as an outsider, removed his hand from the top of the young monk's head, and the young monk fell to the ground like a mess of mud, and blood continued to flow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and in a few moments his hands and feet stopped twitching.

The old man dressed outside the staff waved at the three of them, and the storage bags of the three of them automatically flew into the hands of the old man, and then all the items in the storage bags fell to the ground.

One of the tin rods attracted the attention of the old man dressed outside, this tin rod was simple in style, and the Buddha power contained on it was endless, like the tide of the sea, much stronger than his own spiritual power.

The old man snorted coldly, walked up to the other two, ignored the begging look in the eyes of the two people, and still used the Great Soul Searcher one by one, and after a while, the two also followed in the footsteps of the young monk.

The old man stood still for a moment before he put the tin staff into his storage bag and blew on the three dead men and the pile of items.

Like a breeze blowing on the three people, I saw countless fine dust raised from the three people, the three people were like sand sculptures under the wind, from clear to blurred and disappeared layer by layer, after the breeze, the three people and the pile of items disappeared, except for some traces of trampling on the ground, there was no trace of these three people.