But just as the two were about to leave Fushou Street, a fierce and powerful aura suddenly came from behind.

Yang Xiaole was shocked, but he immediately sensed that the aura was not directed at him, but actually at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci's perception was probably limited to food and edible things, so when the aura came over, Chu Ci was still unaware of it.

There was still a long way between Yang Xiaole and Chu Ci, and it was too late to even remind them.

"boom!"

The invisible energy hit Chu Ci's back, knocking Chu Ci directly onto the bluestone of Fushou Street and sliding on the road for a long distance.

The bluestone slabs hit by Chu Ci shattered into pieces and formed a ravine.

Chu Ci's internal organs were churning, and he almost vomited out the buffet he had just finished before he had digested it. So he stared, and luckily a burst of energy protected his stomach, but he was still lying on the ground.

There is no thought of standing up.

What a fucking bodyguard!

Yang Xiaole turned around and looked.

At the end of the long street, a dark figure walked towards Shi Shiran. He only took two steps, but in the blink of an eye he came to a place about five meters away from Yang Xiaole.

Yang Xiaole's expression became serious.

Sure enough, there are other cultivation masters on the earth, and their strength is at the third level of Qi refining stage. This is what Yang Xiaole sensed.

But Yang Xiaole was a little puzzled as to why this person dared to blatantly use a technique with such a large fluctuation in aura, and at the third level of the Qi refining stage, he shouldn't have such powerful means and abilities.

In addition, the most important point is why this person did not attack himself, but attacked Chu Ci.

The man's gaze passed over Yang Xiaole without even glancing at Chu Ci, who was writhing like a maggot on the ground.

Yang Xiaole twitched the corner of his mouth.

What a crazy plot development, I am the protagonist, okay? What are you looking at that foodie doing?

The visitor was a middle-aged man. He found Yang Xiaole standing still and frowned.

"You can leave, I'm looking for Yang Xiaole." The man walked towards Chu Ci.

Chu Ci stood up unsteadily from the ground and twisted his neck, "I am Chu Ci, and my master is Yang Xiaole."

Yang Xiaole also stared at the man, "I am Yang

Xiaole, what do you want from me?"

The man sneered: "You don't have the aura of a cultivator in your body, how could you be Yang Xiaole."

At this time, Yang Xiaole suddenly understood. The breath gathering bead he had obtained from the lion-shaped monster was still hanging around his neck. A cultivator at the third level of Qi refining stage, naturally could not detect his breath.

Yang Xiaole said: "Are you from the Pang family?"

"I don't need to answer all your questions, and I don't want to kill you." The man said, "You just need to destroy your cultivation. I never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Yang Xiaole spread his hands and said, "You also said that I don't have any cultivation base."

The man also stared at Yang Xiaole with confusion. He thought about the photos that someone had shown him before. This person was indeed Yang Xiaole, but why did he detect any aura?

In fact.

The entire Fushou Street is under the control of the man. He used his own special method to isolate it into a small world. And in this Fushou Street, the man's strength from the third level during the Qi Refining Period can grow to the seventh level.

This is no simple matter. It took the man twenty years to complete this feat. And when it is not activated, Fushou Street is just ordinary Fushou Street.

This is similar to how Yang Xiaole's strength doubled in his own backyard.

"You and I have no grudges. It must be someone from the Pang family or someone from He Jia who sent me to deal with me. You are obviously stronger than He Jia, why should you obey his orders?" Yang Xiaole was speechless, "You are just cultivating your brain.

Are you kidding Xiu Xiu?"

"It's useless to talk more! Just wait and see!"

The man took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xiaole. His fingers were like eagle claws and he rushed toward Yang Xiaole's Tianling Cap.

Yang Xiaole felt a little horrified.

This person's strength is actually stronger than that of Chen Jing from the Chenchen Sect.

Yang Xiaole did not dare to hide his clumsiness and instantly used the Wind Control Technique. As he took a step back, a wall of wind was created in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the man's eagle claws actually broke through the wind wall and came towards him again.

Yang Xiaole waved his hand again, and a ball of wind whizzed towards the man's feet. When he slowed down the man's movement, Yang Xiaole, the cat demon, rushed to one side.

The true energy in Yang Xiaole's body surged, and his speed increased again, reaching behind the man in an instant.

Another gust of wind rushed forward like silk, about to tie up the man.

But the man didn't seem to make any struggle. After the wind threads touched the man's body, they were ejected by a burst of golden light from his body and broke one after another.

"Damn, you can fight so well." Yang Xiaole wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to take out the jade flute given to him by the Golden Elixir female monk from his storage bag.

The man seemed to know Yang Xiaole's plan and did not give Yang Xiaole this chance at all.

"Chu Chi, why don't you come and help me quickly? How did you become a bodyguard?" Yang Xiaole said angrily.

"Master, I'm here."

Chu Ci burped and quickly rushed towards the man. He hugged the man's body directly. Only then was Yang Xiaole able to escape from the man's series of attacks.

But Yang Xiaole was also eye-opening.

The way Chu Ci fights is worse than that of children in kindergarten. At least the children can also perform turtle-style qigong or dynamic light waves.

Chu Ci pesters men like an octopus.

Obviously, the man had never seen such a fighting method before. He was angry and funny, and then he was ready to deal with Chu Ci, a guy who was not very easy to use his head.

So Chu Ci was passively beaten throughout the entire process.

Sometimes it was smashed against the wall, sometimes it was hit on the tree, and sometimes it was thrown high into the sky.

One word!

awful.

But Yang Xiaole was not worried at all, this guy was too resistant to being beaten.

And during this period, Yang Xiaole also discovered that the man's combat effectiveness was weakening at an alarming rate. This was not because Chu Ci had consumed his energy, there must be other reasons.

Yang Xiaole asked Chu Ci to hold on a little longer.

In fact, if he had really taken action, the man would have fallen long ago. But Yang Xiaole had his own considerations.

He looked around and found that something was wrong with the sky on Fushou Street.

There are actually no stars, and if you use your spiritual eyes to look carefully, you will find that there is a layer of faint threads in the air throughout Fushou Street.

That is clearly the formation line!

"I see."
Chapter completed!