Chapter 17: Psychic Real People

"Ding-"

Jiang Fan suddenly felt that a crisis was coming, he quickly turned around, subconsciously wrapped a wisp of spiritual power between his two fingers, stretched out his hand like electricity, and forcibly clamped the iron sword attacking from behind!

After catching the iron sword, Jiang Fan's eyes were cold, and he looked towards the attacker. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The person who attacked was a man with a bloody face and a yellow robe, and when he looked at Jiang Fan, he knew that he was the same as the people he had seen lying on the ground and being killed.

"How is that possible!?"

The yellow-robed man stared in disbelief at Jiang Fan, who had caught him with all his strength and slashed out with his sword, and exclaimed in disbelief.

He didn't expect that even if he had an extremely good breathing technique, he didn't expect to be sensed by the man in front of him.

Jiang Fan looked at this yellow-robed man, his face was a little ugly, if he hadn't been vigilant against the outside world just now, he would have almost died here.

The yellow-robed man used both hands to pull out the sword in Jiang Fan's hand. Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan's fingers were like a steel tong, clamping his sword tightly, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how he pulled it.

Jiang Fan's fingers were forced, and he pulled back fiercely, the man in the yellow robe only felt that his hands were empty, and at a glance, his sword was directly snatched away by the man in front of him!

The man in the yellow robe was shocked, knowing that he had encountered a hard stubble, so he immediately threw his legs and ran backwards.

"Boom!"

Before he could run far, the yellow-robed man suddenly felt a cold chill coming from his neck, feeling this familiar touch, his body trembled, and the whole person immediately froze in place, not daring to move.

"Say, why did you sneak up on me?"

Jiang Fan put the sword on the neck of the yellow-robed man and asked with a gloomy face.

"You, you killed all my fellow brothers, I want to avenge them. “

Feeling the killing intent from Jiang Fan, the yellow-robed man was covered in cold sweat, and he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Revenge?" Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows, thinking of the yellow-robed Taoist priests who were killed by a sword, and laughed angrily: "It's up to you?"

It is strange that Jiang Fan did not deny the murder.

"I ......"

The yellow-robed man turned around under Jiang Fan's signal, and in the face of Jiang Fan's rhetorical question, his tone couldn't help but stagnate, thinking that he couldn't even use two fingers of this person, his face suddenly turned red.

From this, it can be seen that this person has no courage.

"Who are you?" Jiang Fan saw that he was not a hard bone, and continued to ask.

"We are disciples of the Psychic. “

"Who are the psychic real people?"

"The psychic real person is the master of my psychic Taoist view, who can control water and fire, and is good at psychic arts. “

"Oh?" Jiang Fan frowned, can he pass through water and fire?

Jiang Fan guessed that this psychic real person was very likely to be an immortal cultivator, and controlling water and fire was something that only immortal cultivators' spells could do, but what was this psychic technique?

Through inquiry, Jiang Fan was disappointed.

The man in the yellow robe didn't know what kind of spell this psychic technique was, he only knew that the psychic real person could talk to the spirits of heaven and earth.

Jiang Fan didn't know what this thing was that could talk to the spirit creatures of heaven and earth, but there was a question that he urgently needed to know at the moment.

"What are you Taoist people doing here? “

Jiang Fan asked the question he wanted to ask the most, and after asking this question, the sword in his hand pressed even harder against the yellow-robed man's neck, making the latter's heart beat for a while.

"The real man said that he wants us to capture a demon girl here, and he wants us to wait here......"

The yellow-robed man hurriedly told the truth of the facts, but when he said the word "demon girl", he suddenly felt a chill coming from Jiang Fan's body, and the sword on his neck kept trembling, as if he was a little excited, and the more he spoke, the more he became more and more unconfident.

Enchantress?

When he heard these two words, a wave of anger rose in his originally calm heart.

"Say, where did you take that 'demon girl'?" Jiang Fan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, I don't know anything! I came later, and when I saw you when I came, I thought you were the murderer of my fellow murderer, so I pretended to be dead, and then I ......"

The yellow-robed man shook his head again and again, trembling to tell the truth about him here.

At this time, Jiang Fan was angry to find that this yellow-robed man who seemed to be a scumbag turned out to be a solid triple martial artist, and he was so easily frightened.

After that, no matter how Jiang Fan asked, the man in the yellow robe couldn't tell where Jiang Xue had gone, and even when Jiang Fan slightly cut a bloody mark on his neck, the latter was so frightened that he fainted.

Jiang Fan was speechless, it was the first time he had seen a timid martial artist, and he really didn't know how he survived to this day.

"Let's go, take me to your Taoist temple. “

After waking up the yellow-robed man, Jiang Fan ordered him to take him to the so-called psychic real person.

A trace of coldness flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes, and there was gradually a trace of killing intent in his heart, regardless of whether this Taoist chief was upright or not, just calling his sister "demon girl" was enough to make him angry, not to mention that he also wanted to "capture" Jiang Xue.

The address of the Psychic Taoist Temple is not far from this official road leading to Xiaohe City, and under the leadership of this yellow-robed man, he came to the foot of the mountain outside the Taoist Temple in less than half an hour.

Jiang Fan looked up and found that it was just a small hill that was not very high, and it only took them a cup of tea to climb it.

When Jiang Fan approached this Taoist temple, he faintly smelled that there seemed to be a strange fragrance in the air.

The smell was incomparably fragrant and intoxicating, Jiang Fan was unconsciously attracted by it, his eyes gradually turned red, and an inexplicable irritability filled his mind.

Hum -

The jade pendant on Jiang Fan's chest suddenly emitted a mysterious fluctuation.

"Ahh

Jiang Fan woke up suddenly, and the red color in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He quickly held his breath and switched to internal breathing.

That's when it happened.

"Die!"

I saw that the yellow-robed man who was as timid as a mouse before suddenly roared, and without saying a word, he pulled out a knife from his waist and stabbed Jiang Fan behind him like crazy.

Obviously, this person has also been eroded by this poisonous barrier.

Jiang Fan's eyes were quick, and he avoided one side of his body, and then drew a sword and slashed the yellow-robed man to the ground.

Jiang Fan secretly exclaimed luck and touched the jade pendant on his chest. If it weren't for this mysterious jade pendant just now, he would have been seriously injured to say the least.

Only then did Jiang Fan put away the contempt in his eyes, and secretly raised his vigilance.

The methods of the immortal cultivator are unpredictable, he originally thought that he could defeat all strong enemies by relying on his glazed eyes, but now it seems that he is sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Just a trap that even mortals could lay out almost caught him, and Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel ashamed of his opposite.

He took a deep breath and cleared all the distractions out of his mind. He believes that after this lesson, he will never make such a stupid mistake again in the future.

At the same time, he also realized that this real person is definitely not a good thing. Even his own disciples can be poisoned, which can't help but make Jiang Fan more careful.

As he walked cautiously, he gradually came to the gate of this Taoist temple.

Looking at this black gate, Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly blinked, and when he opened them again, they were already bright glass color.

The color of the world changed in vain in his eyes, and under the powerful vision of the glass eyes, his gaze directly penetrated the wooden door and looked into the Taoist temple!