After running down the mountain, Qi Yan did not leave in a hurry, and after throwing out a concealment charm, he hid on a tree and looked at the black figure on the mountainside.

Leng Yunyi was still standing there, as if he had no intention of leaving, Qi Yan didn't know if he was too sensitive, he always felt that Leng Yunyi would not stop himself from saying something innocuous for no reason, and he still had no clue after watching it for a while.

Each mountain will have a location that connects to the next mountain, and this location is not fixed, so there is no way to know where the specific connection point is from the jade slip, and it can only be found by personal ability.

The secret realm of Wanzhong Mountain is extremely dangerous, and the disciples of the various sects who can come to participate in the secret realm are not necessarily relatively high in cultivation at the same stage, but most of them are more outstanding in a certain aspect, otherwise they will not be in the mouth of a wolf.

Descending from the high mountain, Qi Yan flew high in the air for a moment, without the slightest clue, except for the towering mountain, there was no high ground in the entire mountain, and the low trees were all over the mountain.

Weeds and spiritual flowers under the shrubs covered the ground, and there was not an inch of bare land in the huge heavy mountain, and Qi Yan also found a relatively unusual thing, there was no breath of demon beasts in this heavy mountain.

Qi Yan, who was turning his aura under a cluster of low trees, suddenly noticed two very fast breaths, two of which were very unstable, accompanied by the sound of fighting and noise.

Don't show your face at this time, hide it first and see the situation, between your fingers, a hidden talisman paper buzzed out of a yellow light, and the talisman paper disappeared after floating in the heart of the prayer.

"Dog! Phew, I don't look at your own strength, you still dare to fight Lao Tzu's idea! I'm afraid that you have a life to grab and enjoy it!" The voice seemed to be angry, and a series of ugly words spit out.

"The quickness of the tongue is really the work of the weak! You are really not afraid of me, what are you running away!" The voice seemed to be older, and the tone was very arrogant, and the last sentence was called a subdued frustration.

Qi Yan secretly hid in the trees to meditate and restore his aura, while watching and listening to everything around him with his divine sense.

The two figures were entangled and inseparable, looking at the color of the costumes, one of the cyan figures should be a disciple of Yufengguan, and the other figure was wearing a gray shirt.

Gray shirts?As far as Qi Yan knows, there are no gray clothes among all the disciples of the sect, and that person should be a loose cultivator.

I saw that the disciple of the Imperial Wind Temple was holding a three-ridged spear with dark blue flames, and the silver spear head was engraved with dark blue patterns, and those flames were released from the patterns.

"Ping Pong"

The sound of magic weapons colliding came from the air above Qi Yan's head, and a cloud of dark blue flames was knocked to the ground, and the disciple of the Wind Guardian who was holding a spear kept blocking the flying sword that was looking for opportunities in the gray-clothed scattered cultivators.

"Hand over the musket, I can consider not abolishing your dantian!" The tip of the sword cut through the cyan coat of the disciple of the Imperial Wind View with a single stab, and the tone of the gray-clothed loose cultivator was even more proud.

The disciple of Yufengguan gasped, and looked inward at the shirt that had been torn just now, this person's magic weapon didn't know what it was, the skin and flesh were not damaged at all, but the meridians in the skin and flesh were cut off.

This pain made Ting Zhi's face pale, and a layer of fine beads of sweat floated on his forehead, and Ting Zhi used two small groups of spiritual energy to tie the broken tendons together while guarding against the attack of the gray-clothed Sanxiu.

"Hand over the musket, you are delusional! The young man is acting dirty, I don't think you have much to offer!" Ting Zhi spat on a bloodshot spit, and his mouth kept scolding.

The gray-clothed Sanxiu looked at the bloody saliva in Ting Zhi's mouth, and the whole person became radiant, haha, it seems that the distance from the musket is one step closer!

Since you are bent on death, I Long Xiang will fulfill you!"

Long Xiang?Qi Yan, who was watching the excitement on the sidelines, was really a little powerless to complain when he heard this name, Long Xiang, Long Xiang, Long Xiang? That can't change the fact that you are a piece of Xiang!

Tingzhi is a good name, "Anzhi Tinglan, lush." ”

The aura in the dantian has been restored, Qi Yan feels deeply disgusted by the matter of killing people and seizing treasures, although he is not familiar with the disciples of Yufengguan, but he does not plan to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight now.

The damaged meridians seriously affected the exertion of spiritual power, and gradually became a little powerless, and the wounds on the body were added a few more, and the whole person became bloody, but the musket was still only held in his hand.

Tingzhi's successive defeats and retreats have greatly increased Long Xiang's morale, and it can also be said that from the beginning to the present, the disciples of Yufengguan have been pressed and beaten by him, but if he can hold on for so long, it can also make him look three points higher.

Hmph! Even if he looks at it five points higher, he is determined to get it from the musket, and he has never had a magic weapon that conforms to the method he has cultivated, and this time it really takes no effort to get it!

Thinking of this, Long Xiang's face showed a satisfied smile that his wish had finally come true, but this smile was a little obscene in Qi Yan's eyes.

Qi Yan squatted in the grass and slid silently in the direction of his back to Long Xiang, and floated out of the grass behind Long Xiang, holding the Qinglong Xuanjian in his hand, ready to give Long Xiang a fatal blow!

Suddenly, at this time, Ting Zhi, who was holding up in the air, glanced at Qi Yan, Qi Yan looked at Shang Tingzhi's frightened gaze, put his index finger in front of his lips, and pointed to Long Xiang's back, and shook his head gently.

Ting Zhi blinked knowingly, Ting Zhi looked at Qi Yan who was holding the magic weapon behind Long Xiang, and swept away from the musket suddenly, sneering! Drawing half a circle of dark blue flames in the air, he flew out of his hand and flew straight to Long Xiang with a swoop from the musket, and then the whole person fell to the ground lightly like a fallen leaf from a tree.

Long Xiang, who was in a hurry to avoid the flame circle, didn't notice that there was someone behind him, and when he saw Ting Zhi's falling figure, he was overjoyed, thinking that the blow just now was the last fight, and his arm went straight through the half of the flame circle and grabbed directly at the musket, and he didn't even care that his sleeves were burned by the dark blue flames.

"It's like a dragon!" Qi Yan snorted.

"Roar!" A dragon roar shook the air, and the Qinglong Xuanjian wrapped around the green dragon flew out of Qi Yan's hand, "Poof!" pierced Long Xiang's body.

Long Xiang looked down at the bloody tip of the sword on his chest, as if he couldn't believe it, obviously he had already caught the musket, why was he still stabbed?

Long Xiang, who was holding the musket tightly in his hand, spat blood, fell sharply from the air, and fell to Ting Zhi on the ground with a "bang".

"Thank you Senior Brother for saving your life, I don't know Senior Brother's name?" Ting Zhi bowed deeply to Qi Yan with a white face.

"Shuiyun Sect Qi Yan, junior brother, let's heal quickly!" Qi Yan helped Ting Zhi and walked to the dead Long Xiang, pulled out the musket in Long Xiang's right hand and inserted it diagonally beside Ting Zhi.

Qi Yan squatted on the ground and searched for Long Xiang for a while, and found a sword, two rings, a few miscellaneous pieces, all of which were put into his ring, and Ting Zhi in the distance did not show a trace of dissatisfaction with what Qi Yan did.

The things on Long Xiang's body were looted by Qi Yan, and finally Qi Yan waved the Qinglong Xuanjian in his hand a few times, and even the soil and grass clippings covered Long Xiang's body, and Qi Yan sighed in a low voice: Death under the Qinglong Xuanjian is worthy of your name!