After he recovers, I have to suck a few mouthfuls of his blood.

Unfortunately, at this time, he was suffering from cold poison, and the blood in his body was almost stagnant. Let alone recovery, if no one came to rescue him, he might have died here.

Qin Fan smiled and said: "Wei Yixiao, this little girl you captured is the granddaughter of the White-browed Eagle King. It's up to you whether you can suck her blood or not."

After saying this, Qin Fan pointed towards Wei Yixiao.

Suddenly, a blazing Nine Yang internal energy penetrated into Wei Yixiao's body.

Then Qin Fan tiptoed and chased the Budai monk.

Qin Fan wants to conquer the Ming Cult.

As one of the Four Dharma Kings, Wei Yixiao was the best in martial arts, so Qin Fan would not let him die like this.

So I used Yiyang Finger to protect his heart.

Of course, Qin Fan did not take action to remove the cold poison from his body.

Once he takes the position of leader of the Ming Cult, it will not be too late to take action.

And with the power of this yang finger, Wei Yixiao could regain his mobility in less than a stick of incense.

Wei Yixiao was startled, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Qin Fan.

Who is the other party?

Why do you know so much and why do you want to save yourself?

——

Zhang Wuji was put into the Qiankun Qi bag and struggled wildly, but he couldn't break free.

Zhang Wuji said anxiously: "Who are you? Let me go quickly."

"I can't say it, I can't let it go."

"Why?"

"There are so many reasons. I can't say I can't let it go. I just can't let it go."

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Being told this made me feel a little dizzy.

"Say boy, who was that young man who was with you just now?" he asked uncertainly.

Zhang Wuji was stunned and did not answer. Instead, he asked: "Why do you ask?"

"Hey, Monk, I was going to catch you two, but unfortunately, that kid's martial arts skills are a bit evil, so I had to catch you and run away," he said with a smile.

Zhang Wuji was silent when he heard this, and couldn't help but think that Qin Fan knew how to use the Nine Yang Magic Skill.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji didn't answer, he didn't ask any more questions and just kept running as fast as he could.

——

Qin Fan chased Monk Mumu, but unfortunately he ran for a long time but could not find Monk Mumu.

Qin Fan patted his head and shook his head and said: "It's hard to say that although he is one of the Wusan people, when it comes to Qinggong, he is definitely not as good as Wei Yixiao."

Since I chased him for a long time and didn't find him, there was only one possibility: I was chasing in the wrong direction.

To be precise, this guy changed directions midway.

After all, I am not familiar with these hidden roads in Guangmingding.

Qin Fan changed directions and continued chasing, stopped for a moment, and then changed directions again.

After going back and forth like this for a whole stick of incense, it was not until he found a piece of rag on a thorn that Qin Fan determined the direction and pursued it with all his strength.

Qin Fan flew all the way, and his body turned into a line of blue smoke, flying rapidly through the mountains and forests.

In less than half a stick of incense, I saw a group of buildings in front of me, thinking I had reached Guangmingding.

Qin Fan jumped onto a roof.

Looking around, looking for the Mingjiao meeting hall.

At this time, all the disciples of the Ming Cult went down the mountain to resist the people of the six major sects, and Guangmingding was basically empty. Otherwise, Qin Fan would have been discovered by others standing on the roof in such a swagger.

Suddenly.

Qin Fan sensed a surge of internal energy.

and the faint sound of yelling.

"over there."

Qin Fan's eyes flashed, he tiptoed, and flew away in an instant.

And after Qin Fan found the meeting hall.

But in the meeting hall, all the masters of Mingjiao were lying on the ground. Beside them, a monk was sitting cross-legged, doing exercises to heal his injuries.

Qin Fan, who was familiar with the original work, glanced at it and understood the situation.

There was internal strife among the top leaders of Mingjiao, and then, Cheng Kun took advantage of it.

"You're going too fast. Are you finishing the fight before I get here?" Qin Fan walked into the meeting hall with a smile.

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard Qin Fan's voice.

He quickly looked toward the door.

"It's you!"

Wei Yixiao wondered why the two of them were so surprised when they saw Qin Fan.

The masters of Mingjiao couldn't help but feel happy when they saw Wei Yixiao, wondering whether they knew Qin Fan.

Cheng Kun's heart sank and he thought to himself: "If this person is from the Ming Cult, my life will be at stake!"

Qin Fan glanced at Wei Yixiao and saw that his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to expire.

He couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Old Bat, you are too weak. You almost froze to death due to the cold poison attack earlier, and now you are so seriously injured."

Wei Yixiao put on an ugly smile and said weakly: "I haven't thanked you yet, young hero, for saving me."

Qin Fan's finger protected his heart, and he naturally knew it.

After he recovered, he rushed back to Guangmingding.

It's a pity that the brothers in the church were fighting among themselves, and this damn monk took advantage of it.

Just now, he used the last bit of his strength to sneak attack Cheng Kun, and this time he was even more injured.

Qin Fan waved his hand and looked at the unknown monk: "You are a very cunning monk. You turned around several times on the road. It really gave me a hard time."

He couldn't help but twitched his lips and said with a smile: "Young hero's martial arts are very good. Monk, I was afraid of being caught up, so I made this move. I didn't expect that young hero still caught up with me."

"Master Qin, Master Qin"

At this time, the cloth bag on the side began to squirm, and Zhang Wuji's voice came from inside.

"Brother Zeng."

A smile flashed in Qin Fan's eyes.

"Mr. Qin, please take action and let me out. I am very grateful."

Zhang Wuji said quickly.

Qin Fan shook his head and said: "Brother Zeng, why don't you just break this bag?"

If you help him open it yourself, it will be easy and no problem.

But Qin Fan didn't want to do this, because this was Zhang Wuji's opportunity.

Zhang Wuji can use this to open all the entrances. "Master Qin, I don't know what material this bag is made of. I have tried many methods, but I can't open it," Zhang Wuji said bitterly.

Hearing this, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he laughed and said: "This cloth bag is my proud treasure, monk. Not to mention you, among the masters in the world, anyone who gets into my cloth bag, don't even think about getting out."
Chapter completed!