The dialect went over all these things, and found nothing else good, just some materials and the like. The most valuable thing is these three jade slips, there must be a master of the beast among the three, the yellow bird found by Fang Yan at that time must be this person's spirit beast, fortunately Fang Yan's divine sense was found at that time, plus he is not a fledgling boy, so easy to be fooled, change a monk with little experience, it will really make those people easy to get.

The content of a few jade slips is all-encompassing, almost involving most of the knowledge of beast control, it may be that he collected it himself, or it may be passed down by his elders, if this is the case, the content in it must not be passed on, even if the dialect is mastered in the future, it can only be used secretly, otherwise it is likely to lead people to chase and kill, then Liu Mingyuan is the proof.

Fang Yan reviewed the experience of that day again, the three people were all removed by Fang Yan, and he was confident that he had left no traces to be traced, and he was also ready to put all the things related to these three people into the blue bead space, as long as he was careful in the future, not to show a trace of signs, he was not afraid of being found out, this kind of thing involving inheritance is the most troublesome, one will die if he is not careful, in the history of South Vietnam, such things are not uncommon.

After figuring out these things, the dialect sorted the rest of the things and put them into different storage bags. The remaining two are spirit beast bags, and the two spirit beasts inside have already died, and Fang Yan secretly said that it was a pity, and then put it back. Putting a copy of the useful jade slip, and putting the original and other items into the blue bead space, this was not because the dialect was too cautious, but because he was now gradually aware that the methods of tracking in the cultivation realm were strange, and it was difficult to say that there were no things that had not been marked by people.

After doing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but take out the newly bought rune paper, and the earthy yellow rune paper was evenly scattered with the spiritual power of the earth attribute, but unfortunately there was no way to make it, if it was possible, Fang Yan would also want to know more advanced rune paper making techniques, because he also had two earth-attribute attack rune making techniques.

Fang Yan put the rune paper back in the storage bag and took out a stack of ordinary rune paper, which was enough to practice these. In the next few days, during the day, he searched for materials in various shops, and at night he practiced making ground trap talismans in the inn, this kind of talisman was only mid-level, and the dialect only took two days to eat thoroughly, and then with the help of discernment, the rune rate soon reached seven or eighty percent, and it reached more than ninety percent on the new rune paper, and the talisman made was obviously more spiritual.

After living in Xuantian City for a few days, Fang Yan estimated that it was time for the team to start returning, so Fang Yan did not continue to stay, and returned to Lieyang City on the teleportation array. Before leaving, he also went to the talisman shop again and bought a lot of talisman paper to take home.

After this teleportation, Fang Yan felt a little better than the last time he teleported to Xuantian City, and he was somewhat accustomed to this kind of long-distance teleportation. Although it was not as uncomfortable as last time, Fang Yan still rested in Burning Sun City for one night, and only left Burning Sun City early the next morning, flying towards the Fire Gate.

Returning to the dialect, he chose the road he came from, relatively speaking, most of the roads were cities and market towns, there were not many remote and uninhabited places, and there were not many places where the robbers along the road could start, and the dialect was more familiar with this road. Along the way, he did not rush as desperately as he came, but was more careful, stopping whenever the road conditions were a little complicated, and then trying to get around and try not to cause trouble.

Walking and stopping all the way, on the afternoon of the third day, Fang Yan finally came to the periphery of the fire gate, which was only a few hundred miles away from the mountain gate, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go to the nearby market town to find a place to rest for the night. At this moment, two men in black flew over from a distance, this is an open place, there is nowhere to hide, Fang Yan had to stop in mid-air, waiting for them to pass and hurry.

Who knew that the two of them came directly to the front, and suddenly asked, "Is there a disciple from the Fire Gate in front?"

Fang Yan just nervously paid attention to whether there was any movement in their hands, and when they asked this, he only subconsciously responded. Among these two people, there was a seventh-level Qi refining cultivator, who belonged to the late stage of Qi refining, so Fang Yan didn't dare to be careless and was careful to be on guard.

When the two men heard Fang Yan's reply, they immediately looked at each other and smiled, and asked where Fang Yan came from, and they surrounded each other from both sides. Fang Yan scolded in his heart, but his movements were not slow, and he was afraid that he would not be good, so he immediately turned back and flew towards a forest below without looking back.

"Fellow Daoists, go slowly, we are also disciples of the Fire Gate, and we are waiting here. The two immediately chased after them, and did not forget to tease the dialect a few words, in their eyes, the dialect was already a fat sheep on the board.

Lihuomen is also a well-known sect nearby, how is it that in their eyes, the disciples of the sect have become lambs to be slaughtered, and it is estimated that they know about the ghost crystal mission that has been issued recently, and they are dedicated to robbing the road here, killing people and taking treasures. Fang Yan couldn't help but feel sad for the disciples who left the Fire Gate, of course, including himself, how could he join such a weak sect.

Both of them were faster than Fang Yan in terms of speed, especially the late-stage monk, who took out a claw-shaped magic weapon and threw it at Fang Yan as he flew back. This is the advantage of the late-stage monks, they can use two magic weapons at the same time, and they can fight in the air, but the mid-stage monks can't do it, so the dialect immediately descended, and the magic weapon chased after it, whistling and flying towards the back of the dialect's heart.

Fang Yan pinched several talismans, and at the same time threw them backwards, and with a "bang", it collided with the magic weapon, which was also a high-level magic weapon, and returned to the monk's hand unharmed after colliding. However, Fang Yan had already taken advantage of this time to fly into the woods, put on a magic talisman, and quickly fled to the most lush vegetation.

The two men were in hot pursuit, and they kept laughing at the dialect, taking the murder as a pastime. Fang Yan's face was gloomy, this kind of ferocious and vicious people were very difficult to deal with, and he had a lot of experience in fighting, and it would take a lot of effort to kill them, Fang Yan was running and thinking quickly in his mind, how to leave them all behind while he was unexpected.

In front of it was an abandoned house, full of ruins and broken walls, and the grass inside was more than one person high, and the two people in the back chased closer and closer, and Fang Yan didn't think much about it, and he dodged into it. Then the two of them also arrived on their front and back feet, and rushed in like the wind.

Suddenly, the monk of the sixth layer of Qi refining who was walking behind him had a soft foot, and the whole person fell, and at this time, a black and purple demonic beast appeared in front of the late-stage monk, with a tall body and a fierce face, and grabbed at the monk fiercely. This change came extremely suddenly, and it would be difficult for ordinary monks to resist, but these two people deserved to be veterans in this, and they reflected really quickly.

This late-stage monk flying claw magic weapon flew out instantly, blocking the attack of the black sha, and turned his hand to another flying claw, attacking the black sha, and the speed of the black shady was faster, and an afterimage flashed behind him, this late-stage monk is not simple, the two flying claws flew up and down, and they fought with the black sha, and in the blink of an eye, it was more than a dozen rounds.

And the other monk was not so lucky, that person was also good at sneak attacks and assassinations, this time he was also a little careless, just now he was trapped on the ground by the dialect with four ground trap charms at the same time, and when he was about to jump up, he was entangled by the magic vine, and he was just about to struggle and was attacked by three silver needles, and the dense attack was simply out of breath, and his ability to play a body had not yet been brought into play, and he was sucked into a person by the magic vine.

"Damn boy, what the hell is it going to do. "That late-stage monk still has the strength to pay attention to this side in the face of the attack of the Black Evil, and he is not an idle person.

Fang Yan didn't answer, a series of talismans beckoned to the past, the talisman attack technique just now was his past few days, according to the jade slip of the talisman cultivator, after using it a few times, it was more handy, each attack was four or five stacked together, and the power had exceeded that of ordinary high-grade magic weapons.

The Black Sharier was already good at close combat, and the ruined house was full of broken walls, and the late-day monk was a little unable to show it, and it was only then that he understood why Fang Yan chose to fight him here, but it was too late. With the addition of dialects and magic vines, the monk was immediately at a disadvantage, and the man was also a bachelor, immediately begging for mercy like dialects, and his eyes were still looking around, trying to find a way to escape.

Fang Yan had already made up his mind, pretending to be slow for a while, and when the man put away the magic weapon and was about to escape, he suddenly stumbled under his feet, and was trapped by the ground again, but at this moment, Fang Yan's attacks followed, and poor this experienced late monk couldn't stand the wolf tactics of Fang Yan, and was sucked dry by the magic vine, and even his soul was collected by the soul card.

Fang Yan didn't dare to stay here, so he burned the two corpses, kicked the storage bag into his arms, and immediately left Edgeworth. Along the way, he kept observing the surroundings, he was already very familiar with this, turned left and right, and in less than an hour, he came to the mountain pass of Luoxia Ridge with a tired face.

After entering Luoxia Ridge, Fang Yan's mood was completely relaxed, and his mana and divine sense were consumed very much, so he lowered his flying sword and fell to the ground, and walked along the mountain road to his small courtyard. Along the way, Luoxialing is quiet, there is no sound at all, the dialect is a little strange, it is already March now, it should be the beginning of spring ploughing, how can there be no movement.

After walking on the mountain road for half an hour, his consciousness gradually recovered, although he was still a little tired, his face was much better, and he could take a good rest at home soon, and there was a small courtyard in dialect not far in front. At this time, there was a noisy sound, it was the direction of the courtyard where Fang Yan lived, Fang Yan walked quickly, and when he got closer, he heard the sound of people inside, and there were many people in the whole courtyard.

The dialect is unknown, no one wants to come when he is there, but he runs here when he leaves, no wonder there is no one on the ridge, and they all come here. Hurriedly walked over, pushed open the door and entered his small courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he found that there were more people than he imagined, there were nearly a hundred people, and there were more than ten people everywhere in the garden, and more than ten people were attacking the five-element cocoon flower array set up by the dialect, and they were shouting for the people next to them to go up, but the rest of the people ignored it, looking like they were there, and there were even a few people sitting and drinking tea in that small pavilion.

These people had bad intentions towards this courtyard, and wanted to forcibly seize it while he was away, but the blood of the dialect was surging upward, and he rushed towards the dozen or so people with a loud shout, and counted the fireball charms in his hands. There was a sudden chaos in the courtyard, and the onlookers dodged one after another, and the dozen or so people who were attacking the formation hurriedly flashed to the side when they saw that something was wrong, but there were still a few people who reacted a little slower and did not dodge, and were hit by fireballs on their bodies and faces, and for a while their faces were burned, and their bodies were also injured, and there was a person who had cultivated to the third level of qi refining and fainted.

Fang Yan was already full of anger on the road, and he was robbed and killed when he was about to reach the sect, and the two of them didn't take the disciples of Lihuomen in their eyes at all, and they were full of ridicule of Fangyan and Lihuomen. Now when I returned home, I found that my residence was still besieged by the same door, how could I not let the dialect become angry, and I immediately made a ruthless move, and seven or eight fireball talismans were sent out together, just to injure a few people.

The people drinking tea in the pavilion stopped at this time, and walked out of it quickly, a total of more than ten people came to the front, and the person at the head was Cui Hao, and Mu Jiahui and others were beside him. Cui Hao said angrily, and Fang Yan glared at him fiercely without showing weakness, and the original people around him saw that the situation was not good, and they wanted to slip away one by one, and the clever ones had already walked to the door.

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