After sending off Xuanxin's two daughters, Ye Fei returned to Fang City and continued to wander around. After turning around a few times, I probably figured out the layout of the market, and also found the shop of the Divine Medicine Sect. As a famous alchemy sect in the world, the shop of the Divine Medicine Sect is extraordinary, Ye Fei went in and took a turn, and the decoration inside was extremely luxurious. In the hall on the first floor, there was an endless stream of monks who came to buy pills, and it was very lively.

In order not to attract the attention of others, Ye Fei simply opened a room in the hotel opposite the Divine Medicine Sect, and observed the shop of the Divine Medicine Sect through the gap in the window at all times.

Two hours had passed, it was already dark, and the number of monks in the streets was decreasing. At this moment, an old man who looked very powerful caught Ye Fei's attention. Due to the rule that no flight is allowed in the Fang City of the Treasure Refining Sect, this old man also came from a distance. Although on the surface, the old man walked very steadily, and his face was also light and breezy, Ye Fei still sensed a trace of unusual meaning from his slightly anxious eyes. This old man was wearing a moon-white robe, and his figure was extremely slender, with white hair and a majestic face, he looked more and more respectful and righteous. However, it is not difficult to see from the slightly blue face that this person has been poisoned.

Ye Fei tried his best to endure his restless mood, in order not to be discovered, he turned his face slightly sideways, and only secretly watched the old man's behavior with his spare eyes.

This old man should be a person of great status, as soon as he came to the gate of the Divine Medicine Sect, someone immediately greeted him, and he was also a great monk of the Jindan period. The Jindan monk bowed his head and asked the old man, and the old man didn't know what to say, so he was led to the second floor by the Jindan monk. After a while, the old man came down from the upper floor. However, this time it was no longer the Jindan monk who sent him, but a middle-aged female cultivator who couldn't see the cultivation clearly. Judging from the respectful demeanor of this middle-aged female cultivator, I am afraid that this old man's cultivation is not low. After the two said goodbye to each other, the old man returned the way he came.

Ye Fei came out of the inn and quietly followed the white-robed old man from a distance, and from time to time he entered the shops on the side of the street that had not yet closed. The old man looked back at him suspiciously, but seeing his casual appearance and humble cultivation, the old man shook his head, laughed self-deprecatingly, and turned his head away.

When the old man left, Ye Fei let out a sigh of relief. Before he knew it, his back was almost soaked in cold sweat. Since he had already attracted the attention of the old man, Ye Fei did not dare to follow him anymore. After thinking about it, Ye Fei turned around and walked into the alley next to him, bypassing this shop, and the whole person took advantage of the night to hide in the shadows, gathered all his breath, and rushed along the mountain on the edge of the market in the direction where the old man walked. At this time, the only way Ye Fei could think of was to gamble. Fortunately, Ye Fei bet right. He walked through the back walls of several shops, stood on a large protruding rock, and happened to see the old man enter a courtyard through the roof. The old man seemed to be aware of Ye Fei's gaze, and suddenly turned his head to look into the distance, but there was no one in his eyes, the powerful divine sense swept over, and he didn't find anything suspicious, the old man looked at it strangely twice, and went into the house.

At home on Earth, Ye Fei gasped heavily. The moment the old man turned his head, he had teleported to Earth. At this time, he was extremely happy, glad that the old man's reaction when he noticed the abnormality was instinctively to turn his head and look with his eyes first, if the old man quietly swept it with his divine sense, Ye Fei would definitely not have time to escape.

After waiting for half an hour, Ye Fei returned to the Xiuxianfang City. By this time it was completely dark, and almost all the shops were closed. Ye Fei secretly noted down the location of the small courtyard, walked lightly to the street, inadvertently dropped something as a mark, and left the market as if he was in a hurry.

Coming to the forest during the day, the Soul Chasing Ancestor couldn't wait to appear in front of Ye Fei. After listening to Ye Fei's description, carefully remembering the appearance of the mark described by Ye Fei, the Soul Chasing Ancestor slapped Ye Fei casually, dispersed the spiritual power, and roared into the sky, rushing into the Fang City in the distance.

"Fortunately, this old guy is still trustworthy. Feeling the dissipation of the spiritual power in his body, Ye Fei let out a sigh of relief.

"Boom !!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the direction of Fang City, and immediately following Ye Fei, he felt that the mountains were shaking for a while, and he couldn't even stand on his feet. Looking up, the bright light that was originally faintly visible in the Fang Market in the distance turned out the fire collectively at this moment, leaving only a piece of darkness. Immediately after, two shining figures rushed into the air one after the other, and the light of magic weapons and spells instantly lit up the entire sky. Under the bright light and shadow, the two figures seemed to suddenly become clear in front of them, and they were the Soul Chaser Ancestor and the white-robed old man.

"What kind of cultivation is this?" Ye Fei looked at the ruins in the bright light, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. Just two or three minutes ago, it was a bustling market. And after just two or three minutes, not to mention the Fang City, even the surrounding mountains seem to have been flattened by a layer, except for a piece of waste wood slag, where is the shadow of the Fang City?

Trembling, Ye Fei didn't dare to stay any longer, his mind moved, and he returned to his home on Earth. As the saying goes, when immortals fight, mortals suffer. At this moment, I'm afraid I'm that mortal, right?

After a beautiful sleep at home, Ye Fei finished washing and entered the world of cultivating immortals. As soon as he stepped on the land of the Immortal Cultivation World, Ye Fei was stunned.

Before leaving, he was in a dense primeval jungle. But when he came back from a good night's sleep, there were no trees in sight where he stood, and the whole ground seemed to have been plowed over, revealing deep layers of earth. Looking up, the dirt stretched to the ruins in the distance. There, it was the former Xiuxianfang City. Looking at the mud that extended from Fang City intermittently to two or three thousand meters behind him, thinking that if he hadn't taken the opportunity to go back to the earth immediately, then... Ye Fei suddenly felt scared, and a cold sweat flowed down his head.

After settling down, Ye Fei flew in the direction of Fang City.

As he gradually approached the Fang Market, Ye Fei kept seeing some building materials that had been blown out, and occasionally one or two stump fragments were mixed in the middle, which was completely desolate, making people unable to believe that this was still a very lively Fang Market a day ago. Ye Fei walked slowly, watching, thinking about the strange monks he saw yesterday, they were still alive a day ago, and many of them may have become these broken corpses today. Life, in the face of great power, is so fragile...

It can be seen that these people resisted or resisted before they died, and Ye Fei saw a lot of fragments of various magic weapons along the way. Even Ye Fei picked up a flying sword under a corpse, although it was slightly damaged, it could still be used to repair it. This made Ye Fei feel a lot better, after all, he was still too weak now, and he used that spirit weapon flying sword too much to blink, it was easy to be targeted, causing death. Although the magic weapon flying sword that I picked up now is damaged, it only needs to be repaired briefly and can be used temporarily, which is just not very noticeable.

Walking into the market, there are already a lot of people gathered here. These people were very delicately divided into two groups, and when Ye Fei walked over, almost everyone noticed him. Feeling the slight defensiveness between the two groups of people, Ye Fei slowed down, did not act rashly, and looked at them carefully. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some troubles brewing in this market.

"Brother Xuanqing...

A somewhat weak voice came, Ye Fei turned his head to look, and found that it was the somewhat crazy alchemist named Wang Yaoshi.

Through the previous transaction, Ye Fei felt that this person was good and not a dangerous person, so he walked towards the small group he was in. When he got closer, Ye Fei also saw his appearance at this time. After just one glance, Ye Fei sighed sadly, feeling a little sad in his heart. This pharmacist Wang is very miserable now, the person who was alive and kicking around before is now almost half of his body left, his legs are missing even part of his lower abdomen, even half of his right hand is left, and there is no trace below the elbow. He was leaning against a wooden beam at the moment, panting heavily, and his whole face was abnormally pale. Fortunately, he himself is an alchemist, and those large and small wounds have stopped bleeding, and even some small wounds have scarred and begun to heal. But such a serious injury, especially the huge wound in the lower abdomen, exposed a lot of injured internal organs, and this wound was close to the dantian, and it is estimated that the dantian was seriously damaged. His eyes were dead and gray, and the joyful and crazy look he had had was long gone.

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