Mixed Mountain Hou actually added another person here in just a moment, which Fang gradually left unexpected.

Looking at the unyielding monk on the side, Fang gradually moved away from his spiritual sense, and found that this person had the strength of the peak of the middle stage of foundation building.

No wonder it seems so calm.

Fang gradually left to look at the people around him through the hat, and many of them had been attracted by the sudden arrival of the Kuidou Eight Sect.

Only a third of the original ones are still here.

"Hmph, I've been watching here for a long time, and everything pays attention to a first-come, first-served arrival!" the monk said and stepped out, regardless of Fang who was still observing.

Suddenly, another spiritual power training flew in, and the monk's face was solemn, and he sacrificed one of his own defensive magic weapons.

Rumble!

The spiritual power exploded, and the monk took a step back, his face flushed, and he forcibly suppressed the sweetness in his throat.

And what made him excited was that Jun Ye and the monk Jiedan behind him did not say anything, that is, they agreed with themselves.

The monk glanced back at Fang Yuanli, with a bit of smugness in his eyes, and just wanted to go behind Jun Ye, when he suddenly felt a palm fall on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm stronger. ”

Boom!

The monk flew out upside down for dozens of feet, rubbing the ground and even crushing all the green bricks on the ground, and after landing on the ground, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was terrified.

The most stinging thing is that on his shoulder, the skin and flesh have been scratched, and you can even faintly see the white bones exposed under it.

All eyes were focused on the man dressed in black and wearing a hat.

Who is this person? Defeating a mid-stage foundation building peak in an instant? Isn't it too terrifying?

The key point was that almost ninety percent of the people present did not see Fang Yuanli's previous actions clearly.

The frost-like eyes of the monk narrowed slightly, and his spiritual sense probed Fang and gradually moved away from there.

But what surprised him was that the latter's cultivation all over his body seemed to not exist, and even if he didn't feel it with his naked eyes, he wouldn't be able to find out that there was still a person there!

"It's such a powerful concealment technique, but it shouldn't have been knotted yet. He thought.

Fang gradually left without paying attention to the foundation building monk before, in this chaotic city, the strong is the king, the so-called first come, first come, first come, but a joke.

Walking quietly towards the mixed mountains, Jun Ye suddenly reached out and patted Fang Yuanli's shoulder, and a round pill like an elixir fell into Fang Yuanli's hand.

"The meaning of the leader, if you want to join the mixed mountain, swallow it first. It's not poison, it's just a restriction on your movements, and when you come back from the Demon Path, it will be removed for you. ”

Jun Ye's voice echoed in his ears, and Fang gradually twisted the things in his hand with his fingers, feeling that something seemed to be squirming in it.

In the distance, the voices of Miao'er and the others gradually approached, and Fang gradually left his sideburns unconsciously dripping a drop of cold sweat, and finally no longer hesitated, and put the things in his hand into his mouth.

The mouth was tasteless, but when Fang gradually swallowed it, he felt an incomparable fishy smell dissipate from his throat.

At the same time, Fang gradually felt that a strange creature was gradually piercing into his flesh, but then it disappeared, as if it were just an illusion.

Fang gradually moved his mind, and the black mustard seed that had been transformed by Wu Yu Tian immediately escaped into the flesh and blood, and he finally saw those things in the spiritual sense.

They were three small worms no bigger than a hair's length, all of them lying dormant in the deepest part of Fang Yan's body at the moment.

Although he felt that Wu Wei Tian should be able to strangle him instantly, Fang Yanli did not act rashly, but let Wu Wei Tian guard next to these three small insects.

"It's almost time, let's go. A young man in the middle of the mountain stood up, and a dark red light flashed in his eyes, which showed that he had confirmed that Fang Yanli had indeed swallowed that thing.

Jun Ye took a strange last look at Fang Yuanli, and quickly merged into the team of mixed mountain waiters.

The group was quite iron-blooded, and Fang Yanli and the other two walked at the end without making a sound.

didn't go far, and a few people inevitably encountered Miao'er and others.

"Stop!" a foundation building disciple of the Kuidou Eight Sect stretched out his hand to stop.

The frosty monk raised his eyes for a moment, without pausing at his feet.

"Tell you to stop!" The Zhuji disciple was furious and stepped forward to stop him.

But the next moment, a palm containing terrifying spiritual power grabbed his neck.

"You...... Cough...... Cough, let go, let go!" The Zhuji disciple felt the spiritual power contained in the palm of his hand, and knew that the person in front of him was actually a Jiedan monk, but he was still struggling.

"Let him go!" Miao'er quickly appeared behind the Zhuji disciple, and the spiritual pressure in her body was dispersed, and she had a faint momentum to break through to the Jiedan.

The leader of the Jiedan, whose face was like frost, looked at Miao'er and his party indifferently, and the same cold voice came out: "Thank you to your sect, otherwise he would be dead!"

As soon as he said that, as soon as his palm loosened, a spiritual power shot on the shoulder of the Zhuji disciple, causing the latter to retreat a few feet with a pale face.

"Who are they?" Miao'er asked with an ugly face as she looked at the group of people who were walking by unhurriedly.

"Senior Sister Miao'er, they seem to be the famous bastards in this chaotic city, who go to the Demon Dao to find dusty treasures, and they are all outlaws who lick blood from their blades. A disciple next to him who had heard of the mixed mountain waited said.

"Mixed Mountains and Waiting for ......" Miao'er swept over the faces of the dozens of people one by one, and probably knew what kind of group of people this was in her heart.

This kind of person, even if they don't want to provoke them too much, they don't want to die, they really want to provoke them, no matter what your identity is, they will still kill them.

Suddenly, Miao'er paused with a pair of beautiful eyes and stopped on the person with a hat at the end of the group in the mixed mountain.

No matter how Miao'er used the spirit stone to probe that person, it was useless, as if that person did not exist.

"Master Zun said that Fang gradually left to choose the Honggui Taixi Method......" Miao'er immediately thought of this in her heart.

Su stretched out her hand, and she was about to stop the person who was waiting in the mountains again, when a female cultivator next to her hurriedly stopped: "Senior Sister Miao'er, they have three Jiedan, don't provoke them." Fang Yanli should not be in the middle of the mixed mountains, those outlaws and madmen are not simple. ”

Hearing this, Miao'er slowly withdrew her hand, looked at the mixed mountain that was gradually moving away, and said secretly in her heart: "I hope it's just that I think too much." ”

......

On the other side, Fang gradually separated from the clenched fists hidden in his sleeves and finally slowly loosened, feeling the sight that was originally locked on him behind him gradually retracted, and his body and mind were light, knowing that he had finally been confused.

None of the people in the group spoke, and it seemed very deadly silent, thus highlighting a very serious sense of order.

The group opened the city gate with a bang, and finally disappeared into the sight of many awe-struck eyes.