Out of the auction hall, Zhang Di was blown by the cool breeze, and his spirits were suddenly lifted.

It was midnight, the sky was dark, it was a moonless night, and it was a night when the moon was dark and murderous.

Zhang Di released his divine thoughts, and saw from a distance that after the thin old man went out, he was escorted by a group of black-clothed men, and took the Oiran Xiangling'er on several healthy horses, and galloped towards the outside of the city with the sound of hooves.

Just behind this group of people, two Qi Refining Cultivators and a High-level Body Refiner who came out of the auction hall were far away, and the three of them couldn't tell if they knew each other, anyway, they staggered one by one, and chased after the group of black-clothed people silently.

"Interesting. Zhang Di smiled indifferently, with his current cultivation in the late stage of qi refining, and a number of supernatural power protections, he had already been gearing up and wanted to find someone to try his hand, with the ability of these people to be in his eyes at all, only when he met a master in the foundation building period, he was a little jealous.

So he flicked his fingers again and again, released the magic trick, and let the yellow spirit bird and the old donkey's head that were dormant nearby rush over, while he himself carried his hands on his back, and followed the traces of lingering incense powder left by Xiang Ling'er unhurriedly followed the group of people to the outside of the city.

After about a cup of tea, Zhang Di came to the gate of the city, and was stopped by two body refiner guards with halberds: "What kind of person! What are you doing when you go out of the city late at night?"

At this time, the heavenly demon invaded the human world, and the capital of Zhao State, as a border city second only to Yueguo, had strengthened the guard check, and Zhang Di was not less interrogated when he entered the city this morning.

Zhang Di knew that at this time, Hongli Shangmeng's identity as a guest was more effective than that of the sect's disciples, after all, Hongli went in and out of major cities, and he had already dredged and dotted the guards guarding the city. So he didn't talk nonsense, and took out the Keqing waist card that Jiang Yan gave him and shook it. Show the eye-catching word "Hongli" on the waist card to the two.

When the two of them saw that it was actually Hongli's waist card, their expressions suddenly froze. He immediately smiled and said, "It turned out to be an old customer......?" Please ......" and let go.

Zhang Di smiled freely, floated by with the old donkey's head and the yellow spirit bird, and casually threw 1 spirit stone to each of them, so happy that the two thanked them again and again.

After leaving the city, Zhang Di identified the direction, and immediately unfolded the cloud piercing boots, and suddenly the spiritual light under his feet flashed, and his figure jumped out dozens of zhang at once, and the kung fu was hundreds of zhang in the blink of an eye. It just flashed and disappeared from the capital's field of vision.

At this time, his cultivation has risen greatly, even if he does not use the mana of the immortal cultivator, only with the spirit tool to wear the cloud boots and the true yuan of the body refiner, his speed is not inferior to that of the qi refining cultivator who uses the light spirit technique.

As for the strength of the old donkey's head, it was even faster than him, and it followed him unhurriedly at this time, while the speed of the yellow spirit bird was not slow, flying high in the air, guarding Zhang Di within a few miles of the surroundings.

Speaking of which, this yellow spirit bird is not a weak demon beast at the moment, since it was subdued by Zhang Di. More than three years have passed, and I have fed it Linggu every now and then, and there are some pills that Zhang Di doesn't need much, and occasionally I even prescribe foreign meat to it - feed it some demon beast essence blood. Therefore, the strength of the Yellow Spirit Bird is equivalent to that of a sixth-level monk in the Qi Refining Period, and it is more adept at raiding and vigilance, and it can also provide Zhang Di with a lot of help.

Soon. The two of them were far away from the capital of Zhao State, and they were close to a barren mountain range.

At this time, the yellow spirit bird cried. It spiraled down from mid-air and landed on Zhang Di's shoulder. whispered a few times to him, it turned out that he had discovered the enemy situation and was telling him.

Zhang Di nodded, knowing that the enemy was on a small hill in front of him, and the surrounding area was pitch black, which was a good place to kill people and sell goods, although he was already a great strength, out of caution he still had to arrange a back hand, so he took out a retreat charm and slapped it on the old donkey's head, and after a flash of inspiration, the old donkey's head went into the ground.

Pointing further into the air, the yellow spirit bird let out a low chirp, flapped its wings and drilled into the night, and went to the high altitude to be on alert.

After doing these two things, Zhang Di completely retracted the mana around his body, only revealing the strength of the fifth level of body refining, and walked towards the small hill with his bare hands.

After passing through a dense forest, suddenly the torches in front of him were bright, and I saw dozens of black-clothed people riding on horses, holding torches in their hands, and surrounding the three of them in public, which were the two monks and one body cultivator who followed the shriveled little old man.

And the shriveled little old man was also riding on the horse at this time, tightly embracing the panicked Oiran Xiang Ling'er, and shouted viciously at the three of them: "Do you three want to die?

Cang Lang Lang!

Dozens of black-clothed people drew their bright steel knives one after another, glaring at the three of them with fierce eyes, as long as the little old man gave an order, they would cut the three of them into flesh.

Facing this scene, the tall and thin ninth-layer cultivator of the Qi Refining Stage led by him clasped his arms with his hands and smiled: "Wild Wolf Gang?

"I haven't heard, what kind of deflated three?" The slightly short and fat eighth-layer Qi Refining Cultivator shook his head, his face disdainful.

"What? How dare you despise our Wild Wolf Gang?" the shriveled little old man was furious, "I am the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, the suave and feared Situ Le! Brothers, give it to me! Kill these three guys who don't know what to do!"

As soon as the black-clothed man heard the helper's words, he immediately howled, brandished his steel knife and rushed forward.

At this time, the tall and thin monk sneered: "Hey, Brother Zuo, I'll leave these deflated three to you!"

The seventh-level body refiner who didn't say a word was quite burly, and at this time, he let out a loud shout, and his body swooped to the ground, and he raised his fist and smashed it against a tall horse that rushed up.

There was a loud thud, and the horse screamed, and its sternum was broken, and the knight above it flew high.

Bang bang!

The refiner followed up with two punches in a row, and the fist blade in mid-air drew two arcs, smashing people and horses into meat paste, and blood splattered.

The other men in black were stunned by this scene, and they rushed up with steel knives and forgot to cut them down, where had they ever seen such a powerful guy, even smashing people and horses into meat with just their fists?

"Kill them all! Leave no one behind!" said the tall and thin monk at the head of the group.

Bang bang bang! bang!

The refiner's eyes showed a fierce light, and he turned into an efficient killing machine, and every punch and kick out was bound to be a person or a horse with broken bones and a miserable death. Severed limbs and remnants flew in mid-air for a while, and a thick bloody aura permeated, adding a sense of slaughter to the dark night.

Situ Le, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang, trembled with fright, suddenly fell from his horse with a pop, fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Uncle spare his life! Uncle spare his life! The little one has eyes and no beads offended the uncle, this Oiran doesn't dare to ask for it, you can take it, just beg for mercy!"

Seeing this scene, the tall and thin monks laughed, and Zhang Di, who was hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but be surprised, he thought that this shriveled little old man could spend 1,000 spirit stones to buy an Oiran, he must have the background of the Heavenly Demon Society, who knew that he couldn't help but fight, this group of people in black was not even a body refiner, it was just a group of mortal robbers!

Strange, could it be said that these three people are from the Heavenly Demon Society?

Zhang Di's eyes were infused with the Qi Technique, and he carefully glanced at the three of them, but he didn't find any demonic qi lingering at all, and it didn't seem that it was from the Heavenly Demon Society. (To be continued......)