For this Death Valley, if a disciple of a sect gathers dozens of people, it is still easy to pass through. After all, there is no hunter who does not have long eyes and dares to move such a powerful prey. As a hunter, I have a strong sense of crisis. It is easy to distinguish what prey can move and what cannot and cannot move.

But unfortunately, this law is obviously not suitable for Zhou Nan.

A monk of the eighth layer of enlightenment, and alone, is the best prey for those hunters. But these so-called hunters don't want to think about how a monk of the eighth layer of enlightenment can safely get here?

Therefore, these hunters who fought Zhou Nan's idea were doomed to failure. Instead, they turned themselves into prey one by one, and the little sheep fell into Zhou Nan's hands like a tiger's mouth. Not to mention, these guys still have some meat on their bodies. After all, how can a hunter who has been working for a few days have no gains? Hunters who have no strength have already died.

Not long after, Zhou Nan seized a large number of storage bags. When he came to the exit, he stopped and did not rush forward. Standing still, after scanning the Heavenly Eye Technique Divine Thoughts in turn, staring at the valley mouth that was close at hand, Zhou Nan's face was full of solemnity.

The corners of his mouth lifted a slight sneer, Zhou Nan pointed to the exit and shouted loudly, "Don't hide, come out." ”

When the words fell, Taniguchi was quiet. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Zhou Nan sighed slowly. said loudly, "Daoyou is really confident! I didn't want to conflict with you at first." But you don't know what to do, then..." Before he finished speaking, Zhou Nan shook his right hand, and the silver flying sword turned into a green mang, piercing a boulder and stabbing forward unabatedly.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and Zhou Nan's silver flying sword was bounced back, hovering around his side, and kept swallowing green mangs. didn't make any more moves, Zhou Nan's sharp eyes immediately locked on the white figure who slowly walked out from behind the boulder.

Standing thirty zhang away, the white figure's face was full of astonishment, his eyes were squinted, and he subconsciously said suspiciously, "It's you?" Fang Mou is still very confident in his own hiding, and he didn't expect to be discovered by you, a waste, it's really strange." ”

Hearing the word 'waste', Zhou Nan's eyes turned a little colder. Staring at the white figure, he sneered, and said in a deep voice, "You are a disciple of the Kaiyang Sect! I didn't expect that the number one sect of the Yan Kingdom would have such an uneducated thing, which is even more uneducated!"

"You, you're looking for death. Hearing this, the handsome face of the white figure instantly distorted, and the eyes flashed with hatred. A pair of eyes, staring at Zhou Nan deadly, his face was full of hideousness, "I just wanted to kill you casually, but I didn't expect your waste mouth to be so hard." I will catch you later, Fang will definitely entertain Your Excellency well, and you will be comfortable to serve!"

Looking at the monk surnamed Fang with an angry face, Zhou Nan was contemptuous for a while. Like this kind of narrow-minded, self-righteous, and foolish who underestimates the heroes of the world, Zhou Nan is absolutely necessary, responsible, and obligated to solve him by doing the right thing for heaven and avenging himself.

With the fierce collision of words, a spark of hatred quickly burst out from the eyes of the two. At this moment, both of them have thoughts about being happy in addition to each other. Zhou Nan wanted to get rid of the other party because he deserved to die. The monk surnamed Fang wanted to get rid of Zhou Nan because he was a hunter and wanted to kill people in the first place. Whoever comes, they must die, they must die.

The words fell, the wind rose, and in an instant, both of them threw out their magic weapons and stabbed each other fiercely.

The monk surnamed Fang walked forward quickly for more than ten feet, narrowing the distance. Although he had the cultivation of building a foundation in half a step, under the suppression of the Valley of the Wind, his divine thoughts could only stretch for more than seventy meters, far less than Zhou Nan. Standing only thirty feet away to attack, he suffered a lot.

Just a small move by the monk surnamed Fang, Zhou Nan's eyes lit up. His divine thoughts can stretch up to about a hundred meters. As long as you control the distance between yourself and the monk surnamed Fang, you can attack without worry. Although the idea is beautiful, the reality is cruel. Zhou Nan only tried a few times, and then reluctantly gave up.

Although it attacks from a distance, the monk surnamed Fang can only defend, not attack. But with the power of these magic weapons, it was obvious that he could not break the defense of the monk surnamed Fang, and it would not cause him any harm. If you persist any longer and continue this kind of attack, you will only waste your mana in vain and fall into a stalemate. Therefore, after trying a few long-range attacks, Zhou Nan decisively entered the range of more than ten zhang around the monk surnamed Fang.

The monk surnamed Fang, who was originally depressed and defending, saw that Zhou Nan suddenly narrowed the distance, and his face was overjoyed, so he controlled the magic weapon and killed Zhou Nan fiercely. At the same time, he was constantly fantasizing about the wonderful scene of Zhou Nan being killed by himself.

Standing still, Zhou Nan smiled slightly, took out a small silver ring, and quickly injected mana. The little silver ring only trembled slightly, and then flew a foot above his head, spinning slowly.

In an instant, only a soft groan of 'poof' was heard, and a circle of silver aura was quickly generated, enveloping Zhou Nan in all directions. The silver aura has a strong defensive power, and it was easy to stop the attack of the monk surnamed Fang.

And Zhou Nan's long knife magic weapon and silver flying sword turned into two sharp edges and stabbed at the monk surnamed Fang fiercely. But after all, the monk surnamed Fang is a half-step foundation building monk of the Kaiyang Sect, although his mind is not very calm, but his net worth is still very rich. Just took out a golden bead casually, turned into a golden light mask, and guarded himself and bounced away Zhou Nan's attack.

The blow was unsuccessful, and Zhou Nan decisively withdrew the silver flying sword and the long knife magic weapon, commanded them, and wrapped the two high-grade magic weapons of the monk surnamed Fang. After all, his silver defensive ring was only a medium-grade magic weapon, not as good as the golden cover of the monk surnamed Fang, and it could not withstand the long-term attack of a high-grade magic weapon. Zhou Nan's body still lacks defensive magic weapons, and it is impossible for him to waste them.

That's it, you and I, the battle between Zhou Nan and the monk surnamed Fang lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the two of them fought equally. If it weren't for the fact that this was the exit from Death Canyon, few monks would have been able to come here. Those two wouldn't necessarily fight so hard.

Although he despised the monk surnamed Fang a little, Zhou Nan still had to admit that the basic skills of this low-level disciple trained by the Kaiyang Sect still had some merit. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to end the battle with the monk surnamed Fang, but just used the monk surnamed Fang over and over again to make up for his shortcomings.

Zhou Nan stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, and although it was said that it had been six years, he had not been able to stay in the sect. Well, learn it systematically. Although because of various opportunities, in just six years, he has reached his current state. But just in terms of basic skills, he is still much worse.

Take the current battle as an example, Zhou Nan is just blindly using magic weapons, and the spells he has learned are still difficult to use. Unlike the monk surnamed Fang, he knows more than 20 kinds of spells. There are low-level people in the Yellow Rank and those in the advanced level of the Yellow Order, which caused a lot of trouble to Zhou Nan.

Through this rare few times, Zhou Nan's eyes flashed with deep light, and while fighting, he carefully experienced the spells he had learned before, and gradually, in his heart, he unconsciously produced a enlightenment.

The spells that Zhou Nan has learned are, Wind Resisting Technique, Heavenly Eye Technique, Wood Vine Technique, Wooden Prison Technique, Wood Induction Technique, Sealing Technique, Fireball Technique, and Exorcism Technique. Among them, the best one he used was the exorcism. Long-term use of magic weapons, fighting, and hurrying, this exorcism technique has already been perfected, and now, there is no need for him to practice it anymore.

But for the practice of several other spells, Zhou Nan is still very lacking.

The Wind Resisting Technique, the Wood Vine Technique, and the Fireball Technique are all primary spells of the Yellow Order, and they have a limited effect on Zhou Nan's current battle. The only thing he could use head-on in battle was the Yellow Rank Intermediate Wooden Prison Technique.

This is also the disadvantage of wood-attribute immortal cultivators, and spells applied to frontal combat are very scarce. Compared with several other series of attributes, there are dozens or hundreds of combat-type spells, and wood-attribute immortal cultivators are still at a loss. On the battlefield, the biggest effect of wood attribute spells is to play some auxiliary roles such as healing and induction.

So, with the help of this opportunity, Zhou Nan continued to play one wooden prison technique after another to restrict the behavior of the monk surnamed Fang. I only know that the monk who blindly fights is a reckless man. A monk who only knows that he blindly learns is a mediocre person. Only monks who fight and learn at the same time can go further on the immortal path. Zhou Nan is very clear about this truth.

At the beginning, Zhou Nan's wooden prison technique would be broken by the monk surnamed Fang at will. But gradually, as time passed, the wooden prison technique he issued was already difficult for the monk surnamed Fang to break. Up to now, Zhou Nan's wooden prison technique has improved to a great realm. It is enough to restrict the movement of the monk surnamed Fang for a breath or two.

These times are enough for Zhou Nan to deal with the monk surnamed Fang. But Zhou Nan did not do so. still let the monk surnamed Fang break out of the prison. At present, Zhou Nan has been fighting with the monk surnamed Fang for an hour. The mana of the two of them was almost consumed, and even the magic weapons they controlled slowed down, and they lost their sharpness at the beginning.

Although Zhou Nan's face was a little pale because of the consumption of mana, his eyes became brighter and brighter. After a while, Zhou Nan's brows furrowed, and he found that the monk surnamed Fang could no longer play a role in honing himself. His whetstone has been smoothed out by his own knife.

Played a wooden prison technique again, restricting the monk surnamed Fang, Zhou Nan smiled slightly, and in the eyes of the monk surnamed Fang, frightened, unwilling, scared, and incredulous, he sacrificed the sealed dragon coffin and smashed him into a meat pie.

After receiving the storage bag of the monk surnamed Fang, after destroying the corpse and destroying the traces, Zhou Nan dodged and hid.