"How could you... I got the wind and sand..."

Fang Wei, who was pinched by Yi Qian's neck, asked with difficulty, although he was not a monk who specialized in body refining, he still had some confidence in his physique in the past, after all, he was killed in many beast tides, but he didn't expect Yi Qian's simple grasping action of one left hand to restrain him and break free!

"You don't need to know. ”

Yi Qian's voice appeared in Fang Wei's mind for the last time, and the latter was about to say something under the frantic beating of his heart, when he suddenly felt a cool feeling flowing all over his body, and the corner of his eyes looked to the side, only then did he realize that he had already been shrouded in a mist around him, and the coolness was also caused by the slow flow of these mist.

"Fog... This is not the way of true power... It's hex!

The intuition he had cultivated over the years made Fang Wei realize the essence of Yi Qian's methods, and when he was about to loudly remind his fellow disciples to come to eliminate the demon, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, obviously there was no wound, but in his feelings, it seemed to have been pierced through a small hole, both true power and blood qi leaked out from this small hole, and his words came to an abrupt end...

"Poof... Burst... Burst... Poof..."

In the faint sound that only Yi Qian and Fang Wei could hear, the latter's body protection true power became full of holes in the blink of an eye, and the power that sustained its life was like water in a sieve, quickly draining away!

Fang Wei's purple face, which was suffocated by suffocation, gradually turned pale, and the hands that wanted to break Yi Qian's clutches hung down weakly, his eyes were both unwilling and complicated, perhaps because of the sadness that he had spent most of his life slaughtering demon beasts and finally being buried under demon magic, or maybe he was unclear about Yi Qian's identity and regretted that he had offended rashly, no matter what the reason, he had no strength to redeem it...

Throwing away this limp corpse casually, of course, Fang Wei's storage bag failed to escape from Yi Qian's palm, he looked around, his eyes fell on the face of Liao Anguo, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, and bowed with his fists: "The younger generation saw the despicability of the Jiaozi Cave today, and also saw the justice of the Jiaozi Cave, Yi Mou is not an unforgiving character, and he will not be entangled in this matter anymore." ”

Swallowing the clouds, using the power of heaven and earth to disintegrate the opponent's life signs, Yi Qian did not rashly devour the power from Fang Wei to replenish himself, it was okay to kill people, but if he swallowed Fang Wei in public, it was likely to cause a strong backlash from the disciples of the Proud Cave!

As soon as Yi Qian's words fell, some of the disciples of the Jiaozi Cave sneered angrily: "Even if you kill people, how do you want to be entangled? I think you are..."

Before he finished speaking, the disciple of this arrogant cave was stunned, he noticed that Yi Qian glanced at this side intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly thought of this person's behavior of killing everyone if he was slightly offended, he immediately stopped his sneer and lowered his head, his cultivation was far inferior to Fang Wei, maybe he couldn't even hold three breaths under the other party's strange spell...

Most of the third- and fourth-generation disciples who thought that their strength was insufficient dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, but Yi Qian's methods had obviously not reached the level of Cheng Dù who could deter the strong people of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"This Yi Xiaodaoyou claims to be a guest of Jiaozi Cave, but the old man has some questions, when did I invite a guest like you who is full of crooked and evil techniques?"

The man who spoke was one of the second-generation disciples, and his appearance was the youngest among Liao Anguo's five, but he was old-fashioned when he spoke, and his voice was like a ninety-year-old man, which made people inevitably feel weird.

When Yi Qian heard the prestige, he looked up and down with a flat gaze, and judged that this person's cultivation was the lowest among the five great cultivators present, about the appearance of the third layer of the Yuan Infant, and he was in the early stage of the Yuan Infant and had not yet reached the middle realm.

In the face of the questioning of the third-layer powerhouse of Yuanying, I am afraid that the younger generation of ordinary Jindan will inevitably show nervousness, after all, the two sides are not at the same level at all, but in Yi Qian's eyes, he has faced opponents who are several times stronger than this person, so naturally he will not feel timid.

"Who is this?"

Hearing Yi Qian's question, the young man twisted a handful of mustaches on his chin and said slowly: "Old man Diao Xuecheng, the second-generation disciple of Jiaozidong." ”

Yi Qian retracted his gaze with an "oh", as if he didn't take this Diao Xuecheng in his eyes at all, and hugged his fist to Liao Anguo again, then fell to the ground and sat cross-legged, taking out a few third-grade spirit stones to recover the consumption just now.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, the wind and sand spirit saw Yi Qian like this, and he also floated down and stood not far from his side, converging the wind and sand outside his body, as if he was in a state of flux.

"Junior, didn't the adults in your family teach you to respect your seniors?"

Diao Xuecheng's hand twisting his beard paused slightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his strong true power slowly drummed up, and a coercion belonging to the peak of the early Yuan Infant slowly dispersed!

However, his words still did not get half a response, which made the surrounding more than 100 Jiaozi Cave disciples look at each other, some are snickering, some are frowning, and more are holding the mentality of watching the excitement, obviously they are neither on Yi Qian's side, nor on Diao Xuecheng's side.

Yi Qian, whose intuition far surpassed others, clearly noticed this scene and secretly guessed.

"So ignorant of etiquette, even if you are really a guest of my proud cave, the old man will discipline you for the adults of your family!"

Diao Xuecheng snorted coldly, and there seemed to be an afterimage on his body as he took a step, this was not a body like swallowing clouds, it was just an illusion caused by the onlookers after the speed reached a certain height.

It was just a breath of work, and Diao Xuecheng, who was still hundreds of zhang away just now, appeared within Yi Qian's three zhang! He was medium to fat, and when he was moving forward at high speed, a brute momentum erupted, and as soon as he raised his hand and pressed it, there was a strong true power wrapped in bursts of evil qi bursting out, as if he wanted to destroy the creatures that were blocking him!

Seeing Diao Xuecheng's palm, Yi Qian's eyes moved slightly, and in his heart he compared Diao Xuecheng with several Yuan Infant monks he had fought with, and found that this person seemed to be a very unreasonable gentleman, but in fact, his use of true power has a unique way. Almost without waste, it was condensed in the space within the reach of his palm, if it was just like this, Diao Xuecheng also perfectly contained the evil qi generated by his own killing demon beasts in his palm!

In other words, Diao Xuecheng's offensive efficiency is higher, and Cheng Dù, who is free to control his own strength, and even Bian Han, who has the highest realm among the enemies Yi Qian has faced, is slightly inferior to this person! This is not to say that Diao Xuecheng is stronger than Bian Han, but because of the different fighting styles they are used to, Diao Xuecheng has been tempered by the southeast horn beast tide for a long time, and has long been "efficient" As his own battle criterion, if the enemy has not exhausted his strength, then the only way waiting for him is death, which is the method of controlling the strength of the forced out!

In any case, this Diao Xuecheng is indeed worthy of the word "Great Monk"!

Tensing up, Yi Qian concentrated all his attention, he also wanted to see how much gap there was between himself and the Yuan Infant powerhouse who had really adapted to the war!

Layers of mist gathered on his right palm, with the experience of Fang Wei's recognition of the demon art just now, Yi Qian covered the fog with a thick layer of true power this time, although this increased consumption, but at least it could affect the opponent's judgment, Liao Anguo did not point out that he had a cloud swallowing beast, so he had to be more cautious.

Just when Yi Qian was about to get up and wanted to use the same palm power to receive the move, he suddenly stagnated and didn't stand up, and saw that the wind and sand spirit resting on the side suddenly let out a fluttering roar!

"Evil spirits seek death. ”

Diao Xuecheng opened his mouth indifferently, and the palm he slapped did not pause for half a minute, and pressed directly towards the eye of the wind and sand!

"Hum—"

A deafening buzzing sound sounded, and the blow that condensed the sixty percent strength of the third-layer monk of the Yuan Ying shattered the strong wind and yellow sand body of the wind and sand spirit, and approached its eye of the wind! If this palm is pressed, this spirit will directly perish under Diao Xuecheng's hands!

Obviously, the gap between the two is still too big, and the wind and sand spirit that can chase Fang Wei all over the sky has not yet reached a mature state after all, and it is not a fourth-grade spirit demon, otherwise it will not be forced into a desperate situation by Diao Xuecheng's blow.

"You..."

Yi Qian didn't expect that Feng Sha Ling would fight with his life to block the opponent for him, if Diao Xuecheng was allowed to bombard and kill Feng Sha Ling, maybe he could use this to find out the details of this person and some luck routines, but the price was that there would always be the haze of today's scene in his Dao heart!

"You're the one looking for death!"

With a low shout, Yi Qian got up and jumped into the air and swept past the side of the wind and sand spirit, and the sufficient power accumulated in his right palm burst out, brazenly catching up with Diao Xuecheng!

"It's stupid to confront an old man head-on for an evil spirit. ”

Shaking his head and saying a word, Diao Xuecheng turned his palm, no longer pressed the wind and sand spirit's close eye of the storm, and instead rolled up and blasted towards Yi Qian with a monstrous evil qi!

"Bang!!"

The loud sound of gold and iron intersecting shook the surrounding land and instantly cracked into countless cracks! Yi Qian's right palm and Diao Xuecheng's left palm slammed into each other fiercely, the latter's palm power was condensed and full of evil energy, while the former gave people the feeling of the opposite, as if there were bursts of nothingness and distortion endlessly, and it was even more as if there was a demon beast phantom that couldn't see the specific shape in a flash...

The beast shadow is gone, but its roar full of vicissitudes still clearly echoes in Diao Xuecheng's ears, he has a delusion, it seems that he has always been consciously sophisticated, he is just a toddler in front of this beast shadow, and the practice years of the two are not the same at all!

“... What is this?!"

Diao Xuecheng's complexion finally fluctuated slightly, and before he could carefully ponder the true identity of Fang Cai's beast shadow, he heard a light sword groan, and a sharp blue light suddenly revealed from Yi Qian's palm, shooting straight towards Diao Xuecheng!

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End of Chapter 421