The second-level disciple of Nancheng Academy died, causing a commotion among the people around him.

"It's good to die, it's not pleasing to the disciples of these academies to see earlier, one less to die!"

"That person dared to move the disciples of the academy in Nancheng, it is estimated that death is not far away!" someone spoke up worried for Wen Fan.

"Stay away, someone from Nancheng Academy will definitely come later, don't be implicated!" Some people were afraid of provoking the fire and fled far away.

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Wen Fan quickly ran to the direction of the city gate, turned a few streets, and when he was about to reach the city gate, he suddenly stopped!

"There are people from the Zhang family in front, they are actually waiting for rabbits in front of the city gate!" Wen Fan said secretly in his heart. "One, two... Five, there are a total of five third-level martial artists, what should I do now?"

"Huh?" once again foreseeing, he found that these people were not familiar with him at all, mainly judging by their attire, after all, there were very few people with bows and crossbows and swords on their backs, because warriors all knew that the important thing was to specialize in weapons, not to practice as many types as possible!

"Although they have my portrait, if you don't look at them head-on, you shouldn't recognize me!" Wen Fan thought to himself, and immediately foresaw the ending of abandoning the bow and crossbow and walking forward.

"That's true!" Wen Fan was secretly happy, took off the bow and crossbow on his back, and although he was reluctant, he still discarded it to a corner, and then walked towards the city gate.

"Calm, calm!" he cheered himself. "Ahead, walk five zhang, turn your head and side your face, and avoid the sight of the sword-wielding warrior!"

Wen Fan meditated in his heart, and then walked out at will, and the eyes of the sword-wielding warrior swept over at the same time, and Wen Fan immediately pretended to look to the left!

"Three more feet, that tall and thin martial artist will walk by, but he won't notice himself!"

Wen Fan continued to walk out calmly, and sure enough, the tall and thin warrior looked around and passed past Wen Fan, but he didn't notice that the person they were looking for was only one step away.

The tall and lanky warrior left, and Wen Fan continued to move forward.

"Hmm, a martial artist who walks six feet in front and has a scar on his face will drink the people behind him, I have to pretend to turn back!"

Six zhang further, sure enough, the warrior with the scar on his face shouted: "You, stop!" At the same time, Wen Fan also pretended to be curious, and when he looked back, he only blamed the warrior for being unlucky, and at this time, he went out of the city with a bow and crossbow, and he happened to be suspected!

Wen Fan's attention was not on the innocent martial artist, but his eyes were full of curiosity, he knew that there was another martial artist at this time, secretly observing the reactions of the people around him, including himself! Once someone overreacted, he would immediately take action! Wen Fan silently counted to five in his heart, and then turned around and continued to move forward.

Counting five times is the right time to avoid the warrior's attention.

When he reached the last martial artist, Wen Fan walked directly past him, even though he saw himself, he still didn't move, as if he was in a daze, or distracted!

Finally walking out of the city gate, Wen Fan couldn't help but cheer! Looking back at Nancheng behind him, he thought that death had just passed by, but relying on his talent for foresight, under the noses of those Zhang family warriors, he left calmly, like dancing on a sharp knife.

"Zhang family, Nancheng College!" After escaping, Wen Fan remembered these two names deeply. "Someday, I'm going to make you pay!"

Then turn around and go home.

The sun had already set, and it was less than an hour before it got dark, so Wen Fan had to find an inn to stay in first and eat something by the way.

After the meal was full, Wen Fan thought of today's various encounters, the disdain of those stall owners at the beginning, the contempt of the young master of the Zhang family in the back, the disdain of the martial artists at the gate of the academy, the indifference of the crazy old man in the Hall of Talent, and the contempt of the disciples of the academy later!

"Strong, I'm going to be strong!" he said a voice in his heart. "Although my name is Wen Fan, I don't want to be ordinary!"

Now that he had made up his mind, he silently took out the secret of the fast sword, untied the phantom sword, and began to practice sword drawing!

However, the moment he untied the long sword, Wen Fan was stunned, because he hadn't started yet, but he knew that he had practiced drawing the sword hundreds of times!

He suddenly drew his long sword, and felt that he drew it a lot faster! Although his body's sensitivity could not keep up, his state of mind and proficiency were exactly the same as the predicted results! As if in the blink of an eye, he practiced drawing his sword fifty times.

Wen Fan was overjoyed, and the secret book said that ordinary martial artists, if they want to draw swordsmanship, they need to practice hard for one to three years! And he can at least shorten this time by fifty times!

So, if you practice sword drawing by yourself, you can achieve it in seven days as fast as you can, and you can achieve it in one month if you slow it! Thinking about it this way, Wen Fan couldn't wait to start practicing the sword, and at the same time cooperate with the talent of foresight!

The breeze was blowing, the candle shadows were swaying, and the walls of the guest room were reflected in Wen Fan's cookie-cutter movements, he didn't know how long he had been practicing, and now he only felt that his arms were sore!

Put down the long sword, flew to the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared for the dream! But the next moment, Wen Fan suddenly opened his eyes. "Oh no, they're chasing here!"

Hurriedly got up, packed up his things, and looked around, except for a door in the guest room, there was only a window left in the back!

Wen Fan walked to the window, turned over, and jumped directly from the window.

"Poof!" With a soft sound, Wen Fan fell to the hay below, and with a roll, he quickly stood up. "They're going to find out I've escaped through the window right away, and they'll have to find a way!"

Where to escape, outside the inn, there is a wilderness all around, even if you run away, you can't avoid the pursuit of those warriors!

"Quick, he should be in this inn, look for it separately!" The voice in the main hall of the inn came, Wen Fan became more and more anxious, searching around through the hazy moonlight, he ran towards the stable, because he foresaw that only there could he get rid of the pursuit.

He entered the stable, plunged headlong into the hay, and waited calmly.

"There's no one in this room! The window is open, he must have run from here! Everyone split up to chase after each other!"

The voice gradually faded away, and Wen Fan secretly screamed in his heart that he was lucky, if he fell asleep, I am afraid that he would already be a ghost under the knife. The Celestial Powers predict what happens in a short period of time in advance, but when it comes to sleeping, it can't function at all!

This is a warning to Wen Fan, in the strong talent, there is also a weak place, and in the weak talent, there is also a strong side.

Thinking of this, Wen Fan's face suddenly became strange, he picked up the hay on his body, stood up and said to the back: "I didn't expect there to be people here!" and then changed to a look of surprise, "It's you!"

At this time, a person slowly sat up in the haystack not far away, looking at Wen Fan, his vision was too dark, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, I saw him with a little drunkenness, and said, "Xiaoyou, I didn't expect us to meet again!"

This person is the old Taoist priest I met on the way to Nancheng in the morning!

"Why are you here, and why don't you sleep in the guest room?" Wen Fan asked curiously, and then replied to himself: "It turns out that you only have wine money left! In order to drink, you would rather sleep in the stable! What a strange Taoist priest!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and stood up. "Now it seems that you have opened your talent! You also escaped from Nancheng, and you really have a relationship with my Qixia Mountain! Lao Dao is not wrong!"

As he spoke, he took another sip of wine!

Wen Fan felt that this old Taoist priest was strange everywhere, thinking back to what he said when he met him for the first time in the morning, he felt that it was just him talking nonsense, but it turned out to be fulfilled one by one!

Now that they are meeting in this stable again, is he really related to the Qixia Mountain in his mouth? But what is the place of Qixia Mountain! Wen Fan wanted to ask, but after using the Prediction Talent several times, he couldn't figure out the details of Qixia Mountain.

"When you succeed in building the foundation and become a cultivator, you will naturally know where Qixia Mountain is!" The old Taoist priest's answer was ambiguous, which made Wen Fan depressed for a while, "I can only be regarded as a newcomer to the martial arts now, a cultivator, I don't know what year and month I have to wait!"

However, after being frustrated, Wen Fan's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Dao Chief, since you said that we are destined, then you must save me!"

At this moment, there was a faint voice outside!"Since I have been surveyed all around, I have not seen any trace of that kid! He must still be near the inn, search me carefully! Don't let go of any place!"

Wen Fan untied the phantom sword and handed it to the old Taoist priest. "Dao Chief, if you save the kid's life today, he will definitely repay him tomorrow!"

The old Taoist priest took the sword and said with a smile: "Repay or something, you will be exempted, the old Taoist said, everything is just a certainty!" Then he pulled out the phantom sword, and shouted softly to the sword body in his mouth, "Disease!"

I saw that the body of the phantom sword was filled with silver light, and it slowly grew up in the light drink, and in a few blinks, it grew into a giant sword!

Wen Fan couldn't wait to step on the sword body, and the old Taoist priest handed him the scabbard and said, "Wherever you want to go, just meditate in your heart! It will take you there!"

Wen Fan bowed his hand to the old Taoist, "Thank you, Daoist!

The old Taoist priest nodded, and shouted softly, "Go!"

Wen Fan felt the giant sword under him slowly fly up in response, rising into the air, and then suddenly accelerated, shooting forward.