Mo followed the wind and the agricultural void, one after the other, as fast as lightning, and the two of them left Anping City in a short time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Nong Xuhong didn't fly with the sword, and Mo Suifeng didn't use the world.

Anping City is far away from the "Canglongling Immortal Nong Sect", this Nong Xuhong escaped so unhurriedly, obviously there are accomplices nearby, this is afraid that he will lose it, and he is deliberately tempting himself.

Mo Suifeng still understands the truth of eliminating evil, he has already made up his mind to completely eliminate this group of Taoist priests, and it is best to be able to put them in a nest, so he is not in a hurry, and he is not in a hurry to catch up, but he still has to do it, and he deliberately showed a little panting.

Nong Xuhong, a monk in the foundation building period, is also a person who has opened his spiritual sense, shrouded in his spiritual sense, Mo Suifeng is already out of breath at this time, his face is tired, Nong Xuhong is proud in his heart, although you are physically strong, but after all, it is still not as powerful as the spell, and his own magic talisman has cost a lot of money, and he gets what he for.

Looking at Mo Suifeng in the back, Nong Xuhong was itchy teeth, "Hmph, although I escaped last time, but the flying sword was destroyed, this psychic flying sword is not something that can be refined in a day or two, and after it is refined, it will be warmed up, even if his status in the sect is not low, he has begged many people, and it took two years to save up the materials for refining a flying sword again, this is a big hatred, boy, as long as you continue to chase it, then today is destined to be your death!"

Thinking of this, Nong Xuhong specially slowed down his pace again, he was afraid that if Mo Suifeng couldn't keep up, his efforts would be wasted.

Fifty miles south of Anping City, there is a "Qingxu Guan", which is actually a branch of Xiannong Sect.

Xiannong, Xiannong, as the name suggests, the agriculture of the Xian family, originally the Xiannong Sect was not a competitive sect, they mastered the special planting method of planting spiritual rice, spiritual fruits, and spiritual vegetables, and it was a special sect to cultivate a civilized world.

Cultivating people eat it for a long time, which is not only not conducive to cultivation, but will cause impure true qi and disordered qi, so cultivators are easily reluctant to go down the mountain to live with ordinary people, let alone eat ordinary food. Once all Qi Refiners truly enter the Qi refining stage, they must consume specially planted spiritual rice and spiritual noodles to improve the speed of cultivation and ensure the quality of cultivation.

These spiritual rice and spiritual noodles are not only rich in nutrients, but also full of aura, even if ordinary people take them for a long time, they also have the effect of fitness and longevity.

Of course, it doesn't mean that only the Xiannong Sect can grow spiritual rice, in fact, each sect and sect has personnel who plant spiritual rice spiritual plants, but this planting process is both laborious and time-consuming, and the monks don't want to waste time on it. Due to the special cultivation method of Xiannong Sect, the disciples of the sect can not only plant spiritual fields in large quantities, but also use the planting process to practice, so Xiannong Sect can supply a large number of spiritual rice and spiritual valleys.

Mo Suifeng and Nong Xuhong had their own thoughts and plans, as if they had a tacit understanding, they chased and fled straight to the direction of Qingxuguan.

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Song family compound.

Song Ruoxi was standing in the compound, listening to the people below report what had just happened.

When she heard that there was a young man who scared away Nong Xuhong as soon as he appeared, he slapped Ye Tian to death with one palm.

Song Ruoxi and Yan Dahu, the two of them glanced at each other, and couldn't help but gasp, others didn't know Mo Suifeng, but these two people knew Mo Suifeng very well.

Yan Dahu's heart seemed to be turning a monstrous wave, he didn't expect that this young man, who was already very powerful two years ago, could now scare away the foundation building monks, this growth rate was simply incredible.

Although Song Ruoxi's face was sad, a sense of pride arose in her heart, "It turns out that my brother is already so powerful, and the people who hurt him don't dare to tell him, if I had known that he was so powerful, my mother would still be afraid of a hammer!"

When they heard that Nong Xuhong and Mo Suifeng fled and chased, they all left the Song family.

Suddenly, Song Ruoxi thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Do you know where these two are going?"

"South, both of them are going south!"

Song Ruoxi, who was still happy just now, was shocked when he heard this, Nanfang! Isn't that where the Xiannong Sect Branch is located? Although my brother's cultivation is profound, there are still three or four existences in the Xiannong Branch that are no less than Nong Xuhong, how should this be?

Song Ruoxi has been the head of the family for two years, and she is no longer an indecisive person, she turned her heart sideways, pulled a few elders and Yan Dahu, and quietly instructed a few words, no longer had any stop, and rode a fast horse straight to the direction of Qingxuguan to chase.

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In front of Mo Suifeng and Nong Xuhong, a quaint Taoist temple has loomed, vaguely revealing its demeanor.

Nong Xuhong was ecstatic in his heart, he finally arrived at his own territory, dead barbarian, if you are a good cultivator, you will be buried here after all. Nong Xuhong reached into his arms and took out a letter talisman, the mana was agitated, and the letter talisman rose into the sky like a rocket.

Mo Suifeng saw it, and when he knew it, he was at the place, and he was not stupid, since he had arrived at the place, how could he give this farmer a chance to join his accomplices. Mo swayed with the wind's feet, and a wave of spatial fluctuations swayed under his feet, close to the end of the world, Mo followed the wind with a teleportation to the place where Nongxuhong was two feet away.

Although Mo Suifeng has completely mastered the end of the world, this skill has many limitations, and each time it is used, there is a certain cooldown time, so that the muscles of the whole body can return to their original state from the current spatial rhythm, and only in this way can they continue to feel the new rhythm.

At this moment, the distance between the two was shortened to two feet, and Nong Xuhong was a little timid, and he should not fight, so he left and accelerated.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Suifeng's mouth, and he didn't see any movement from him, and suddenly a needle-like white light shot out from his eyebrows like lightning.

The Spiritual Skill of Divine Thorn Piercing! Specializing in the soul of man

This Shen Shen Thorn is easy to use, but the preparation time is a bit too long, the reason why Mo Suifeng did not chase with all his strength is to find the enemy's lair, and at the same time, he is also using this time to silently prepare this secret technique in the sea of knowledge.

The white light was too fast, and Nong Xuhong didn't have time to react at all, and the white light hit his head, and it flashed and disappeared.

Nong Xuhong, oops, a loud scream, and when he landed, he fell to the ground with a headache.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Mo Suifeng doesn't have a long-winded problem, he has watched too many TV series in his previous life, and the bad guys all die under the long-winded problem. His figure scurried upward, and he arrived at Nong Xuhong's side in an instant.

One force will drop ten times, and one force will break ten thousand laws

Mo swelled all over with the wind, his iron fist exploded the air, and he slammed down with his head.

Nong Xuhong's whole body was shining with all kinds of brilliance, and one after another circles of light swung out, but it was useless, containing the iron fist of Yuan Li, the power of hundreds of thousands of catties, under one punch, it broke through layers of defense, and directly penetrated Nong Xuhong's heart.

Nong Xuhong stared at the dead fish, looking at Mo Suifeng in complete disbelief, his throat squirmed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his chin smashed a few times, but in the end he couldn't say anything, his head tilted, and his body disappeared.

At this moment, smoke and dust rose in the direction of Qingxuguan, and a Taoist priest stepped on a flying sword and took the lead in galloping, obviously with a large number of accomplices behind.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Mo Suifeng's mouth, and he ripped off the storage bag of Nong Xuhong, turned around and sank into the dense forest.