Putting away his worries and frustrations, and reorganizing his thoughts, Ling Yifan used his firm will to let himself continue to face the unknown road ahead.

"It's time to go out, I don't know where I am in the demon forest now, if it is normal, cross the demon forest from west to east, you can bypass the power of the Xuanming Sect and go straight to the middle continent, after all, this demon forest is not a place to stay for a long time, you have to find a way to get out of here." Ling Yifan secretly thought in his heart.

Just as Ling Yifan was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in the distance, and then, two figures were fighting one after the other, coming in the direction of Ling Yifan. Ling Yifan frowned, took the array flag, put on an invisibility cloak, and quietly came into the air.

A moment later, the person who had fled in front ran to a place not far from where Ling Yifan was hiding and stopped, turning to look at the person chasing behind him with hatred.

Ling Yifan hid not far away, quietly watching the scene happening in front of him, the person chasing behind him was bloated, but he didn't seem to be weak in cultivation, and in a blink of an eye, he chased after him, dropped the sword trick not far away, and sneered: "Boy, this place is far away from the Wind Pavilion, no one will save you." Those who know the times are Junjie, I advise you to hand over the 'Longyang Spirit Fruit' obediently. ”

The person who was being chased subconsciously touched his arms, and the hatred in his eyes was even stronger, this 'Longyang Spirit Fruit' was obtained by him when he almost lost his life in the "Kunling Valley", but he was accidentally bumped into by the person in front of him, and chased all the way here.

"Hmph, if you want this 'Dragon Yang Spirit Fruit' unless you step over my corpse!" the person who was being hunted down was categorical, and it seemed that it was impossible for him to hand over the spirit fruit.

The bloated middle-aged man suddenly had a hideous face, took out his personal weapon, a golden short knife, and came out with a 'zheng' sound under his control, and then turned into three golden knives in the air and went straight to the other party.

Seeing that the three swords locked themselves deadly, the person who was being chased and killed was ruthless in his heart, flew up, and played a magic decision, and the spirit sword in his hand turned into a streamer, and he went directly to the sword.

In an instant, the spirit sword and the sword collided, and suddenly the light was shining, the first sword was defeated, the spirit sword was stunned, and the power suddenly decreased. Immediately after that, the second sword ray, with a 'bang', the sword collapsed, the spirit sword rolled back, and the man stretched out his hand to recall the spirit sword, and his face suddenly became a little pale. The third sword came to his side the moment he recalled the spirit sword, and this person could not avoid it, and he could resist the third sword with the spirit sword body.

The third sword slammed into the spirit sword with a thunderous momentum, and with an explosion, the spirit sword bounced back on its chest under the impact of the sword. Ling Yifan was not far away, only to see that at the moment of collision, this person was submerged by the scattered knives, and there was a clicking sound in the blades, and a figure was thrown out immediately, with a thud, and fell far to the ground, presumably the ribs were all broken.

The man was hit in the chest by the rebound force of the spirit sword, only to feel a strong force, and the pain in his chest was incomparable, and even the Yuanli Jin Dan in the dantian was almost unstable, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, only to feel that the bones of his whole body were scattered, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out. This person was very helpless and unwilling in his heart, he was at the peak of the seventh order, and the other party was at the peak of the ninth order, and the difference between the two sides was two orders, so it stands to reason that he would not be so miserable.

But firstly, the qualifications are not as good as the other party, and they are a little worse, secondly, the cultivation of the practice secrets is not as good as the other party, which is a step worse, and the third is that the quality of the spirit sword is not as good as the other party.

The bloated middle-aged man came to this person and said jokingly: "I don't know how to lift, why should I suffer from this flesh and skin if I hand it over early?

The man was lying on the ground with his hands propped up, unkempt, and a large piece of his chest was stained red with blood, he tried hard to get up, but the broken bones made him tremble violently every time he moved, and struggled a few times, but he was unsuccessful, and finally he tried to raise his head, staring at the middle-aged man deadly, his eyes burned with monstrous hatred, despair, and unyielding!

The middle-aged man was also shocked by this person's gaze, and there was an inexplicable trace of cowardice in his heart, and then he was shocked, came back to his senses, and said angrily: "Look for death!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, a knife flashed and landed beside the man, only to hear a 'bang', the wood and stone splashed, and a wave of air rolled up the man and flew to the side for several feet.

The man spurted out another mouthful of blood, and he couldn't move, and the middle-aged man with a bloated figure came to his side with a knife, and was moved by the other party's persistent and unyielding character, and said: "Give you one last chance, take it out and let you go!"

The man struggled to squeeze out a single word, "Hmph", using up almost all his strength, and then his eyes showed a deep look of remembrance, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Step over my corpse first!"

"Crazy!" the bloated middle-aged man was a little annoyed, and his eyes flashed, "You are looking for death yourself, it's not that I don't give you a chance." ”

Ling Yifan, who was standing in the distance, watched the occurrence of this qiē, and secretly shook his head for that person's stubbornness and persistence at the beginning, although he didn't know what the 'Longyang Spirit Fruit' was, but it was nothing important compared to life, but this person refused to hand over this thing even if he died, which was too much of a pity.

However, at the moment just now, Ling Yifan saw the despair in that person's eyes, unwillingness, reluctance, and a deep regret...

Just like when someone robbed his Frost Sword, he had the same kind of attachment, but at that time, he was free to be strange, and the person in front of him was not so lucky.

At this moment, a thought rose in Ling Yifan's heart, and he wanted to save this person. But now that Fan is an eighth-order cultivator, if he wants to repel that middle-aged man, he can only use the secret method, but despite this, Ling Yifan also decided to make a move.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to make a move, a voice exploded in the middle-aged man's ears as if he was thundering on the ground.

"I want this person!"

The middle-aged man's raised right hand was suddenly suffocated, only to feel a buzzing in his ears, and his feet moved, and he withdrew more than ten zhang in a hurry. At the same time, Ling Yifan's figure gradually appeared, landing beside the man who fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man was horrified in his heart, he didn't expect that there was still a person hidden here, if the other party was unprepared to sneak attack him just now... Thinking of this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Ling Yifan stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him, "I want this person!"

The middle-aged man made up his mind, looked at Ling Yifan carefully, and said, "Are you a foreign monk?

Ling Yifan didn't answer him, but the other party actually knew that he was a foreign monk, which made Ling Yifan very surprised in his heart.

"Are you a mortal monk?" the middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he stared at Ling Yifan deadly.

Without any hesitation, Ling Yifan pointed to the person who fell to the ground next to him and said, "Yes, besides, I want him!"

The middle-aged man stared at Ling Yifan deadly, his eyes were blood-red, obviously he was going through a fierce ideological struggle. After wasting his strength for a long time, he saw that he was about to get it, but he was killed halfway by such an unknown character, how willing to be coaxed back like this.

The most important thing is that the cultivation of this person in front of him will never be higher than his own, otherwise he would have made a move a long time ago, why wait until now, Ling Yifan's actions made him have a lot of doubts, and he refused to give up so lightly. He exuded his divine consciousness several times, but Ling Yifan did not take the initiative to exude his divine consciousness in response, which made him unable to know Ling Yifan's true cultivation, and the more he was like this, the more he concluded that Ling Yifan's cultivation would not surpass his own, and he was even more reluctant to give up this fat meat.

Ling Yifan sneered and said, "It seems that if you don't verify it, you won't give up!"