Yunxiao heard the message from the falcon, and hurriedly said to the Northern Xuan Sword Saint: "Master Sword Saint, one of my friends has been besieged, I am going to rescue him now, is your old man waiting for me here, or will I go somewhere to find you later!"

The Northern Xuan Sword Saint thought for a while and said, "Near the Heavenly Dao Palace, there is a Qingcheng Academy, you can find a teacher there!"

After Yunxiao and Master separated, they rode the golden-winged Dapeng towards the direction of Fengling Ferry, which is the only place within the jurisdiction of Fengdu City that has not fallen into the ghost city of Fengdu, which is more than 100 miles away from the outskirts of Fengdu City, and is now overcrowded.

Since a month ago, the aura of the gloom that permeated the ghost city of Xudu had slowly retreated into the abyss in the Great Rift Valley, and many residents of Fengdu City had fled to Fengling Ferry in a hurry, preparing to defect to the Great Qin Empire along the river from here, or to the Qi Kingdom in the east.

Due to the panic of the people, the commerce and fishing industry of Fengling Ferry have all fallen into a semi-paralyzed state, and many merchant ships are docked at the wharf, ready to escape from Fengling Ferry at any time; most of the bustling fishing boats on weekdays have dropped their sails, and only those poor fishermen who have no place to live still hold their boats to fish by the Yellow River.

The person Yunxiao is looking for is none other than Huo Man Zhu Rong, a descendant of the fire god Zhu Rong, who came to Fengdu from Tianchi in the south of his hometown Chu State to look for his clansmen.

Huoman Zhurong's luck today is really back home, set up a stall in the morning, it didn't open in the morning, and some sect monks came to patronize it at noon, but it brought him huge trouble.

"You barbarian from the south, go back to your hometown!"

Several brightly dressed male friars were surrounding a good-looking female friar, who was embarrassed by a young monk about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was as strong as an ox.

The young monk was bareheaded, with a bowl-sized gold ring on his ears, his upper body almost completely exposed, an animal skin around his waist, and a few gold rings on his ankles without shoes on his feet, and he walked with a clanging sound.

The most unusual thing about this teenager is that he is covered from head to toe with tattoos in the shape of flames, and a face that was originally quite handsome looks a little scary because of the flame tattoos.

"Hey, brute, get out of here, didn't you hear?"

Among the well-dressed monks came a young man with this fan in his hand, who fanned it in an elegant manner, fanning it around in the middle of winter, provoking the monks who were watching the excitement around him.

"See, this southern barbarian is going to suffer, these outer disciples of the Fu Demon Sect are ready to take advantage of the fire to rob in order to flatter in front of the female disciples of the inner sect!"

The young man called the barbarian Zhu Rong stared at a pair of tiger eyes, stretched out his big hand like a fan, and said, "Give me the money to buy things, and I'll leave!"

"Hey, you barbarian has eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard, and you dare to blackmail the young master, when did I buy your things?

The young man deliberately asked his companions around him, and his companions naturally said in unison: "We were just passing by, and we didn't buy anything at all, but we were blackmailed by you, a brute, and cleaned him up!"

"Barbarian, get acquainted, go home obediently, or we will beat you so that your parents won't recognize you!"

Zhu Rong, who was covered in tattoos, stared at the young man who had taken his things, and couldn't help but clench his fists in anger, remembering his mother's instructions before he came, he released his clenched fists again.

Seeing this, the boy and his companions wantonly insulted the bald boy and prepared to walk away. Huoman Zhu Rong couldn't help it, grabbed the collar of the young man in front of him, and said loudly:

"Give money, otherwise the master will dismantle you!"

The boy and his companion suddenly saw the bareheaded Huoman, Zhu Rong, and became angry, and they were even more happy, and they didn't take each other in their eyes at all.

"Phew, don't pee and take pictures, what are you, dare to ask Young Master Ben for money!"

Lu Guang and his fellow brothers were born in the Demon Sect and were all outer disciples of the Demon Sect. In the past few days, they have robbed a lot of small stalls in the Fengling Ferry Market, and at noon today, they saw a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the market -- it was obviously a bald boy from the Southern Barbarians.

Huoman Zhurong, who was covered in tattoos, set up a small stall in the market, and the stall mainly sold various elixirs that were more than 100 years old, as well as some scattered demon bones.

The main reason why Lu Guang robbed those scattered cultivators was that He Wan'er, the senior sister of the inner gate, wanted to refine a large number of Hui Qi Pills. These guys use the spirit stones for cultivation on weekdays, and they don't have enough money, and they want to befriend this senior sister of the inner door He Wan'er, who has some friendship with them, so these guys rely on the large number of people, and the casual cultivators in the bazaar have been complaining for a while.

"Oops!"

Lu Guang didn't expect Huo Man Zhu Rong to really dare to make a move, at this time he was covering his cheeks, grinning in pain, Huo Man? Zhu Rong was smacked by Lu Guang just now, and he was angry and slapped Lu Guang out several of his teeth.

"Brothers, give it to me!"

When Lu Guang's senior brothers saw that their own people were injured, they immediately took out the low-grade treasure weapons and low-level charms and prepared to do it, but they didn't expect that the bald boy had been hiding his cultivation, how could a young man who was already a cultivator in the Tiangang Realm be afraid of Lu Guang and his group of low-level cultivators who were in the Xuanqi Realm.

The bald boy shouted, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and then a fist shadow swept by, and Lu Guang and the other eight outer disciples of the Demon Sect were all knocked to the ground. He Wan'er saw that her fellow junior brother was beaten, and hurriedly threw out a distress charm, and then looked at Huo Man with a wary face.

After a while, several disciples of the Demon Sect stepped on flying magic weapons such as flying swords and came to the place where the accident occurred.

"Senior Sister He, what's going on?"

Although He Wan'er is handsome and lovely, she is very unreasonable, in order not to spend a spirit stone to get the elixir she needs, she deliberately instigated Lu Guang and other outer disciples to cause trouble in the bazaar.

Because the year of the elixir on Huoman's Zhurong stall far exceeded the elixir required by He Wan'er to refine the Huiqi Pill, as long as she took the elixir from Huoman's Zhurong stall today, she would be able to exchange it for enough elixir to refine the Huiqi Pill, and she could also get the favor of some middle-level elders of the sect.

"Senior brother, this kid robbed us of our things and injured Senior Brother Lu and them!"

He Wan'er was bloody, so angry that Zhu Rong's face changed greatly, this straightforward young man was bent on getting his things back, so he didn't care too much about the few disciples of the Demon Sect who suddenly came, after all, these monks were on par with his cultivation.

"Hey, boy, you injured our fellow sect, you must give us an explanation for the Demon Sect, go back with us and hand it over to the sect protector elder to deal with!"

Huoman Zhu Rong looked at the calm expression of the young monk who walked in front of him, and relaxed his vigilance a little, but he didn't expect that the other monks of the Demon Sect who came with the young monk took him in the middle, and suddenly took advantage of his defenselessness to suddenly attack.

At the same time as the palm of one of the disciples of the Demon Sect slapped out, a stream of flame wrapped in the palm of the hand and hit Zhu Rong fiercely on the back; another disciple of the Demon Sect held a dagger in his hand and was about to put it on Zhu Rong's neck; the most vicious was He Wan'er, who deliberately pretended to leave, and when she walked past Zhu Rong, she suddenly shot out three poisonous needles containing poison.

The disciples of the Demon Demon Sect did not expect that the strength of Huo Man Zhu Rong was far beyond their imagination, and when they saw that Huo Man Zhu Rong sensed the danger, he let out a loud shout, and his whole body was shrouded in a stream of flames, and in an instant, as if possessed by the fire god, the blazing sea of fire spread rapidly around him.

Except for a disciple of the Demon Sect who was far away from Huoman Zhurong who escaped with his life, Lu Guang and other outer disciples, He Wan'er and other disciples were all burned to death by the flames emitted by Huoman Zhurong.

Huoman Zhurong knew that this time he had caused a big disaster, so he hurriedly picked up the storage bags left by Lu Guang and others on the ground, and left the market in a hurry. The surviving disciples of the Demon Sect sent a distress charm to the sect, but as a result, Huoman Zhurong left the market and came to the Yellow River when he was caught up by the monks of the Demon Sect.

"Boy, where to go!"

With a man's warning sound, a team of red-robed Demon Sect monks surrounded Huo Man? One of the elders of the Demon Sect at the head has a mid-stage cultivation in the Earth Immortal Realm, and this guy looked at Huo Man with a very ugly face.

"Stinky boy, today Zhong will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces and avenge my child. ”

It turned out that the son of this Elder Zhong was the young monk who helped He Wan'er come out, and this guy stared at Huo Man with eyes that were about to eat people.

"What nonsense are you talking about this old thing, if you want my life, just take action, see if the master dies here today, or if you bully dogs and things splash blood!"

Fire Barbarian Zhu Rong burst into flames again, holding a double-edged battle axe in his hand, and watched the every move of the Demon Sect monks around him majestically.

Seeing this scene, the monks of the Demon Sect looked at Elder Zhong one after another, none of them wanted to be the first to make a move, it was obvious that the opponent's strength was not weak.

"All the disciples listen to the order and immediately set up a formation!"

Elder Zhong underestimated Huo Man Zhu Rong too much, he thought that the enemy who killed his son would definitely be intimidated by the powerful side of the people, but he didn't expect that Huo Man Zhu Rong, who was unwilling to sit still, would take the first move.

"Fire Bull Rush!"

The fire barbarian Zhu Rong broke off with a sigh, and the double-edged battle axe in his hand danced like the wind, and a fire ox that was too tall and three feet long from head to tail rushed towards the monks of the Demon Sect who were arranging the formation.

The disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect did not expect that the single opponent would take the lead, and several disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect who faced the fire bull saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly fired ice picks at the fire cow, or released spells, or attacked the fire bull with magic weapons.

Elder Zhong didn't support his disciples, and planned to use Wei to save Zhao to force Huoman Zhu Rong to slow down his move, but he didn't expect that when the low-grade magic weapon in his hand, the Cold Moon Knife, flew out and hit the opponent, he didn't hear the opponent's screams......

Will Huoman Zhurong be able to escape this catastrophe? Will Yunxiao be able to rush to the Yellow River in time to rescue Huoman Zhurong? Please see the next chapter of the Fire Spirit Technique!