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On Xuanwu Street, everyone present, no matter what their identities were, almost all looked at the headless corpse that rolled to the ground with the same expression at this time.

Zhennanhou stood there stunned, his face was like dementia, and he even forgot to put down his fists.

He was born in a princely family, and he thought that he had seen all the winds and waves, even if he was suddenly attacked by the immortal master just now, he was only discolored for a moment, but at this moment, seeing the scene of the immortal master's head in the sky, his brain was already unable to think normally, and the whole person was chaotic, as if in a dream.

Not far away, the bearded man and his gang who were still kowtowing to the feather coat Daoist were also looking like a ghost at this time, and they couldn't even care about the blood oozing from their foreheads dripping into their eyes, just staring blankly at the corpse left by the immortal in their eyes.

......

Fang Nan glanced at everyone's reactions, didn't bother to say anything, and with a wave of his robe, the golden light in the sky shot back and landed in his hand, it was the top-grade flying sword that he got from Fu Jian.

His eyes fell on the corpse on the ground, Fang Nan was on tiptoe, and his figure shook slightly, and he appeared in front of the corpse of the Feather Daoist.

After glancing at the surface of this corpse, Fang Nan leaned over and untied the storage bag that hung around his waist and hung it around his waist.

The people on the street were still sluggish, but the people in the attic were the first to react. Cao Shouyi stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the edge of the window with both hands, and clenched his finger bones until the finger bones were blue, and when cracks appeared in the window lattice, he muttered with a pale face: "It's over, it's over, it's all over......"

On the roof in front of the attic, the head of the feather-robed Taoist priest lay there quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a wisp of disdain between his eyebrows, as if he did not perceive the slightest danger in the moment before he died.

"This ...... This, how is this possible......"

Cao Shouyi stumbled back a few steps and sat down on the ground with a "bang", looking dejected.

The reason why he dared to take over the emperor's secret decree was that the family had formed a relationship with this immortal master, and if he was able to invite the immortal master, he naturally no longer had to worry about the countless masters under Zhennanhou.

But the immortal master died in front of him so inexplicably, and he didn't complete the secret decree, so what did he do to face the anger of the Nanyang Wang's family?

After the frightened and shocked emotions of the captains next to him eased a little, they saw the appearance of the main general, and their eyes suddenly became a little more strange.

After looking at each other for a while, several people glanced at each other, and tacitly approached Zeng Shouyi, who was blind.

......

Fang Nan thoughtfully withdrew his gaze from the attic, looked at the headless corpse at his feet, and snorted coldly.

Originally, he didn't plan to stay and get involved in this farce in the mortal world, even if there was an immortal cultivator at the fourth level of Qi refining, Fang Nan was not interested in taking care of it, after all, there was really a lot of time wasted here, and he still had to go to Wutong Mountain, so he didn't want to delay it like this.

Who knew that this fellow Daoist was not a good immortal master for him, so he had to run out in person to show his eyes, and without saying a word, it was two fireball talismans, and the trajectory of the fall also included his own location, and Fang Nan had no choice but to take action after being depressed.

But speaking of which, this person is really weak, not only has he never found such a fellow practitioner from beginning to end, but he can't even resist his own casual blow.

Sighing, Fang Nan pondered in his heart for a moment, his index finger poked out, and a fireball the size of a broad bean immediately appeared from his fingertips.

With a flick of his fingers, the fireball shot out and landed on the corpse's clothes, and for a while, there was a loud "snort" sound, and the fire burst out, and the corpse turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.

Looking around, seeing that these mortals still hadn't recovered from the shock, Fang Nan didn't bother to linger any longer, and as soon as his body moved, he disappeared in place.

......

About half an hour later, calm finally returned to the middle of Xuanwu Street, and some bold people began to appear on the street one after another.

Soon after, the cavalry of the brigade of silver armor and white horses appeared in the field of vision, and the Marquis of Zhennan rode in the middle with a cold face, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The murderous aura of the surrounding Bai Yuwei seemed to have faded a lot, and the entire team was filled with a strange quiet atmosphere.

To the great surprise of the people, at the end of the procession, their town guard general, dressed in a single coat, was confined in a prisoner's cart with his hair disheveled, and his face was obscured by his hair, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Some people didn't believe their eyes at first, but it wasn't until the innermost people came out to tell each other in joy after confirming that they finally reacted that Qinghe City had really changed.

Immediately, on several surrounding streets, figures were jubilant, and even the sound of firecrackers rang out.

......

At the foot of Wutong Mountain.

Fang Nan looked up at this majestic and steep mountain peak, and saw that the mountain road stretched upwards and was quite well built.

Wutong Mountain is different from the Xuanwu Street that has been cleared, although the climate is gradually getting colder, this place is still full of tourists, and at a glance, there are hundreds of people near the foot of the mountain.

The so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, there are many people who come to admire, and naturally many locals have taken a fancy to the business here.

Therefore, there are also many stalls on the road in front of the mountain road, most of which are some local specialty snacks.

There were a lot of tourists coming and going in front of the stalls, and Fang Nan used the body technique he had learned in his previous life to be able to pass through the crowd in a short time and reach the mountain road. He didn't use magic anymore, and climbed the stairs like a mortal.

Walking on the mountain road, Fang Nan's eyes seemed to be enjoying the scenery on the mountain, but in fact, his mind was completely on the storage bag that he had just gotten.

Not long after leaving Xuanwu Street, he used his divine sense to check the things inside, thinking that such a monk with a fourth-level Qi cultivation would not have anything to handle, but when he roughly swept it, it was indeed the case, there were only a dozen spirit stones, and the magic weapon was even poorer, except for the gray blade that was taken away by Zhennan Hou's talisman magic weapon, there were only two lower-grade spiritual weapons left, which was basically not attractive to Fang Nan today.

But at this moment, he found that there were three jade slips among them, and after finding a remote place to take them out and explore them, Fang Nan was stunned at that time, and then he was pleasantly surprised!

What is recorded in the jade slip turned out to be the first three volumes of the Qin family's puppet secret method!

This puppet secret method is called "Divine Condensation Technique", and after practice, the divine consciousness has increased greatly, and it also contains many skills for manipulating the divine consciousness, which is the premise of the real puppet technique in the future, even in the Qin family, only the monks of the main vein are qualified to obtain it. Even if there were only the first three volumes, it would be something that Qi refining cultivators from the outer realm could only dream of.

And for Fang Nan, who is now sitting on a foundation puppet but can't drive it, it is like sending carbon in the snow.