The border area of the Northern Hundred Kingdoms, Cangfeng Country, the edge of the Black Iron Mountains.

The mountains and forests are dense, wild beasts pass through, and people are seldom visited.

This is the most dangerous place in Cangfeng Country, because further inside, there is the Blood Demon Mountain Range, in which countless demon beasts are rampant, not to mention the foundation building monks, even if the real person of the Jiedan enters rashly, there is a great danger.

Shout!

A bright sword light flashed, and a female cultivator drove a flying sword into the air, and the wind blew head-on, blowing away the green silk on her head, revealing a delicate face without the slightest blood, and her body faintly exuded the aura of perfect qi training, but the spiritual power in her body was close to drying up, and the speed of the imperial sword was getting slower and slower.

"Yan Nanxi, where are you going, Elder Pu is willing to marry you as his concubine, that is your blessing. Your Lingguang Sect has already existed in name only, it is better to marry Elder Pu, you have all the cultivation resources, and it is not impossible to be promoted to build a foundation in the future!"

Behind him, several sword lights pierced the sky, chasing after him. The first one who was in control of a high-grade magic weapon flying sword was a middle-aged man with a hint of playfulness on his face, and he admonished unhurriedly, saying that it was an exhortation, but his tone was slightly sarcastic, and there was a needle in his words.

Yan Nanxi gritted his teeth as if he hadn't heard it, his fingers trembling as he took out a milky white pill from the storage bag again, swallowed it in his mouth, and squeezed the last trace of potential in his body.

Seeing this, the chasing soldiers behind him not only did not stop it, but were a little happy to see it, and a touch of playfulness appeared on their faces, and they slowly controlled the flying sword to surround it, always controlling the distance very closely.

"Okay, I'm going to enter the territory of the demon beast further in, fight quickly, capture this person immediately, and hand over the errand early!"

The group fled and flew dozens of miles away, and finally, a trace of impatience appeared on the face of the middle-aged monk at the head, he originally wanted to crush Yan Nanxi's dignity in order to avenge the unsuccessful pursuit of hatred a few years ago, but he didn't expect her to be so strong, looking at it, even if she was not killed by the demon beasts in the depths of the mountain range, sooner or later she would run out of oil and die.

Behind him, a group of monks in the middle and late stages of Qi cultivation hurriedly responded, and the sword light under them roared, scattering in all directions, turning into a large net of sword light intertwined, and soon surpassed Yan Nanxi's sword light, and was about to surround it.

Yan Nanxi smiled bitterly, his face was full of determination, and as soon as he bit his silver teeth, the little spiritual power left in the meridians instantly became disordered, and the snow-white skin on his body surface stretched up one after another hideous meridians, and he reflexively rushed towards the several Qi Practitioners who rushed up, and he was about to explode.

"I knew you had this hand!"

The middle-aged man in the distance, who had perfected his qi, sneered, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a golden talisman appeared in his hand, with a little spiritual power, he pressed it towards Yan Nanxi's figure in the air, and the talisman suddenly shot towards the latter as if he had eyes, and instantly stuck to his forehead, causing his figure to freeze in mid-air in an instant, falling straight towards the ground.

One of them was quick-eyed, and immediately wanted to fly down to catch her, but suddenly, there was a clanging sound in the air, and the man felt a chill on his neck, and a big head rolled down.

"What people!"

The middle-aged monk's face was panicked, and he turned over his hand and took out a magic weapon in the shape of a copper bell from the storage bag, and the copper bell rang in a low voice, conjuring up an illusory transparent bell jar, firmly covering his body.

Hastily!

Seeing Yan Nanxi fall from mid-air, he was about to fall into a ball of flesh, and a crimson horse suddenly shot out from the ground, catching his sharply falling figure, and then the remaining speed did not decrease, flying into the air, and the waves of fire were discharged, revealing a figure dressed in simple black armor.

This person was expressionless, holding Yan Nanxi's stiff body in his arms, and stood in the air so lightly, but the spiritual power exuded from his body made everyone nearby dare not move, and they all cried and stopped in the air with flying swords, as if time had stood still.

"Former ...... Senior, Wu Ming, the elder of the outer gate of the Lower Qingyuan Palace, this person ...... This person is the person that Elder Pu of my Qingyuan Palace wants, and Elder Pu is the third elder of my Qingyuan Palace, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, I wonder if my predecessors have ever heard of his name?"

The middle-aged monk smiled flatteringly, as if he wanted to get close to the Tsukiji monk in front of him, as for the monk who was killed by him just now, he had already thrown him out of the clouds.

"Hmph, Pu Songyou, he's got a big shelf?" the black-armored monk snorted sarcastically.

"Yes, yes, it's Elder Pu of this sect, it turns out that he is an old acquaintance with his predecessors, that's really fate!" The flattery on the middle-aged monk's face became even stronger, "She is the eighth concubine of Elder Pu who is preparing for Xinna, there was a little accident on the way, and she ran away in a negative mood, I will come and bring her back on the order of Elder Pu!"

"My lord and Elder Pu are old acquaintances, if you are free, you can come to my Qingyuan Palace in the twelfth day to sit down and participate in Elder Pu's concubine ceremony!" said the middle-aged monk with a smile.

The mockery on the black-armored monk's face became more and more intense, he didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and gently touched the female cultivator's forehead in his arms, and spiritual power gushed out, scattering the talisman fixed on her snow-white forehead.

"No adults!"

The middle-aged monk's face changed, and his figure hurriedly flew out upside down, and the group of monks scattered in the air were also so frightened that they immediately fled with their swords into the distance.

One breath, two breaths......

There was no unimaginable loud noise, and everyone looked back in amazement, only to see Yan Nanxi break free from the arms of the black-armored monk of the Foundation Building Realm, step on the flying sword, and shout at him with teary eyes: "Zhang Yuanhao, you still have the face to come back!"

Zhang Yuanhao?

This name sounds familiar.

Everyone thought of something, especially the middle-aged monk at the head, who scratched their ears and cheeks and thought about it.

"What's going on?"

The black-armored monk, who was also the Zhang Yuanhao in her mouth, frowned, and asked a little impatiently, and his tone was naturally not much better.

"Do you know, just because of your quick moment, the foundation of my Lingguang Sect for thousands of years was destroyed, and even the old head was victimized by Teng Sha of the Yi Yan Sword Sect, so many disciples died and scattered. Now, there are only a few dozen people in this real-life Lingguang Sect who are still surviving......

Yan Nanxi said excitedly, her eyes gradually moistened and turned red, and her voice choked.

"Spiritual Sect...... ...... destroyed?" Zhang Yuanhao pondered for a long time, and then asked faintly.

"What do you say?" Yan Nanxi smiled miserably, "The old master, the great elder, the second elder, the seventh elder and other four Zhuji all died in battle, and the mountain gate was destroyed in one fell swoop, we can only rely on the wings of the Black Iron Sect now, and become a subordinate sect of them, if we know this, it is better to directly attach to the Yi Yan Sword Sect, and the old master will not die!"

At this time, no matter how stupid people are, they can hear that this Zhang Yuanhao is the ruthless man who brazenly killed the disciple of Yi Yan Sword Sect more than half a year ago, and escaped from Cangfeng Country under the blockade, and now that he has returned, he actually has a foundation building and cultivation!