The scorching sun hung high, like a scorching back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the large fields on the outskirts, the wheat waves are churning, and at a glance, there are at least thousands of mortals, bending over to work in the fields under the scorching sun.

And at a height that these mortals could not see with the naked eye, a flying boat that exuded a blue light all over its body galloped by.

On the flying boat, two young monks, a man and a woman, stood at the bow of the boat, while several low-ranking monks dressed as servants held spirit stones in their hands and steered the flying boat.

In the blink of an eye, the flying boat had crossed dozens of miles.

"Hey, there are actually monks cultivating in this kind of place?" The woman at the head of the boat was quite charming, and after her divine sense swept downward, she said softly.

"Oh?" The young man in a purple robe beside him had a luxurious temperament and a handsome appearance, and when he heard this, he glanced at the woman in surprise, and then his consciousness moved, and he shrouded towards a small city that passed under the flying boat.

After a while, the man said nonchalantly: "A little monk of the second level of qi refining is just a casual cultivator who has been lucky enough to embark on the path of cultivation, and it is not worth mentioning." ”

"The monk who can make you feel that you can mention it, I'm afraid that there are not many people in the entire Xuan League, right?" the woman glared at the noble man angrily, and reached out to brush her hair, "It's just that this kid looks like he has just broken through, but he is impacting a higher realm, which makes me a little surprised." ”

The man glanced down lightly, shook his head slightly, turned around and gave a command, and the speed of the flying boat skyrocketed, heading straight to the northwest.

......

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining most of the futon red.

Fang Nan's face was as pale as paper, he staggered to his feet, walked to the window, and looked up at the sky with a solemn face.

From early morning cultivation to now, he has passed through two bottlenecks without any obstacles, and has successfully advanced to the second level of qi refining.

Immediately afterward, he found that for every point of improvement in his cultivation, his soul power decreased by a corresponding strength.

Compared to last night, his soul power at the moment had been reduced by at least one percent.

With his character, he couldn't help but hesitate a little at this time.

Just when he was stuck in the bottleneck of the triple qi refining and retreating in a dilemma, an extremely terrifying aura, like Mount Tai leaning on top of his head, pressed down fiercely without warning!

Fang Nan, who was still in the process of entering the meditation, immediately reversed his true qi, and the hundred acupoints rang out in unison!

If he hadn't made a quick decision and gave up the promotion, it would have been far more than the loss of some essence blood.

After standing by the window for a long time, Fang Nan returned to the bed in silence.

Staring at the large pool of essence and blood on the mattress, Fang Nan's already pale face looked a little ugly.

Before today, although he knew that it was difficult to compare with the monks above the foundation, he had never realized the gap between the two so intuitively.

Just the fact that his divine sense swept away from afar made him almost suffocated by the power and almost exploded to death!

Under a burst of grievance in his heart, Fang Nan's right hand clenched into a fist, and the pinched phalanges creaked.

Downstairs suddenly became noisy at this time, and the sound came into the house, but there were a group of quite a few guests staying in the house, arguing with the shopkeeper about the price.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, he suddenly smiled lightly, and immediately flicked a dust purification spell, and the blood on the bed disappeared.

As soon as his divine sense moved, several spirit stones rolled out of the storage bag on his waist.

Taking out a piece and holding it in the palm of his hand, Fang Nan squinted his eyes and slowly settled down again.

At the same time, a pale yellow curtain of light slowly formed around the room, and the room became quiet.

......

The first floor of the inn.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of a few hours ago, the inn lobby at this time seemed extremely quiet.

On the ground paved with green bricks, blood was dripping, and the shopkeeper in his forties fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, and a knife mark on his chest no longer oozing blood, apparently dead for a long time.

A dozen or so men with a strong body occupied several tables, and a young man in a soap coat trembled and groped around the shopkeeper under the playful gaze of many big men.

In the corner of the lobby, a gray-haired old man hugged his little granddaughter tightly in his arms, not daring to make the slightest movement.

The little girl was in rags, and she was still dragging a deformed little sugar man who had been pinched in her hands, and she was looking at the lobby center at the moment, her delicate and pleasing little face was full of fear.

"What, have you found the title deed?"

After half a cup of tea, the bald man sitting in the middle smiled and said to the young man in soap.

"Also...... hasn't ...... yet" The other party was so frightened that he shuddered, and when he turned around, he couldn't even speak.

"Not yet?" Before the bald man could speak, a man with a scar in his hand who was sitting at the bottom of the table slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

The young man who was called Lu Xiaoliu saw that this fierce god spoke, and he was immediately frightened, and after glancing at the long knife that was still dripping blood, his face turned even pale.

Just half an hour ago, he saw with his own eyes that this knife sent the innkeeper Liu, who was not weak in martial arts, to the West Heaven as soon as he met.

This gang of bandits called themselves Wind Thieves, there are about 300 people, and they have been doing evil in the area of Wind Receiving City before, which can be described as notorious, and even this small county town two hundred miles away has heard of it.

But what I never imagined was that after being surrounded and suppressed by the state capital's officials and troops last month, the wind thieves who were badly injured could not escape all the way, and today they actually entered this small city located on the border of the two states!

Thinking of the consequences of not meeting the demands of this group, Lu Xiaoliu couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment when the atmosphere was strange and on the verge of breaking out, a crisp child's voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall: "Little Sixth Brother, you are still the head catcher of the imperial grain, and you actually helped this gang of villains to bully us!"

"Huh?"

Everyone followed the voice, but saw that it was the little girl hiding in her grandfather's arms with a childish face who made the sound.

The look of guilt on Lu Xiaoliu's face flashed, and he just raised his head, but saw the bald man sneer, slowly stood up, and walked to the back row.

"Not good!"

Lu Xiaoliu's face changed suddenly, and after staring at the big man who was getting closer and closer to the little girl for a while, he gritted his teeth, and he didn't know where he got the courage, he suddenly rushed up, crossed many big men, and stopped the bald leader with a flattering smile on his face: "Honorable driver, children are unscrupulous, you can let go of what you say, don't worry about a little broken child......"

After hesitating for a while, he looked back at the corpse of Shopkeeper Liu, and said, "You give me another half an hour, and I promise to find out the title deed of this old thing for you, and then you can ...... it."

"Half an hour?" As soon as the bald man stretched out his hand and interrupted Lu Xiaoliu's words, he tilted his head slightly, as if smiling: "What do you think you are?

Lu Xiaoliu was speechless for a moment, and he couldn't speak.

The bald man looked at him contemptuously, and suddenly waved out a palm with one hand: "Noisy waste, get out of Lao Tzu!"

Syllable!

A heavy slap in the face suddenly sounded in the lobby. Lu Xiaoer's thin body immediately flew out like a broken paper kite, and immediately fell hard against the wall, his cheeks were swollen, and he couldn't even hear what he said with a whimper.

The bald head snorted coldly, turned around, and continued to turn his gaze to the little girl, looking at the fear that gradually rose in those eyes, he felt more and more enjoyable.

Just when the audience was silent, a clear and soft voice came from upstairs: "I said shopkeeper, do you have any signature dishes here?"

The footsteps sounded softly, and the door of the most current room at the staircase suddenly opened, and a young man with a slightly ordinary face, dressed in white, rubbed his eyes and yawned, appeared in front of everyone