In the world of martial arts, there is generally only one person who can fly on the grass with Qinggong, and that is a strong person in the Xiantian realm who can leave the body with true energy.?

The running speed of the old man in black seemed slow, but it seemed slow but actually fast. He was hundreds of meters away, and he had already arrived in front of Fu Yifan in just two breathless seconds.

"I wonder which senior is coming here!" Fu Yifan trembled, his forehead covered with cold sweat. He knew that if he met a strong person in the Xiantian realm, tonight would be doomed to be unlucky. If it was in the heyday, there might be hope of escaping. Now.

He was seriously injured and his chances of escaping were probably less than 10%.

"My name is Fu Yifan!" The old man in black had a playful look in his eyes, and his face suddenly became distorted and changed.

The next moment, Fu Yifan was horrified to find that the old man's face turned out to be exactly the same as his.

"You are Hu Yinjiu, the man with a thousand faces!!!" Fu Yifan exclaimed in shock.

"Some insight, yes, it is Hu!" Hu Yinjiu, the Thousand-Faced Man, said with a slight smile: "Where is Lei Xin Chunmu, will you hand it over voluntarily, or shall I snatch it away?"

"This -" Cross Broken Sword Fu Yifan frowned and his face was extremely ugly. After hesitating for a long time, he said in a deep voice: "I hand over Lei Xin Chunmu, can you spare my life?" Fu Yifan knew that he had already died.

Lei Xin Chunmu can't be saved. In this situation, it's already considered good to be able to save even one life.

"Depending on my mood, you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!" Hu Yinjiu, the man with a thousand faces, grinned.

'Cross Broken Sword' Fu Yifan's expression changed again and again. He gritted his teeth and immediately took out the Thunder Heart Chunmu from the Qiankun Bag and threw it obediently to Hu Yinjiu, the Thousand-Faced Man. He had no choice, the difference in strength was there.

If he doesn't hand over Lei Xin Chunmu, the other party can snatch it himself.

"Thunder Heart Spring Wood, a wood attribute spiritual treasure of heaven and earth. After refining Thunder Heart Spring Wood, my strength will soar tremendously! The light of this Thunder Heart Spring Wood's spiritual treasure is really powerful."

Hu Yin Jiuxun, the Thousand-Faced Man, took the Thunder Heart Chunmu, couldn't wait to bite his finger, and dripped a drop of blood on it.

However, there was no reaction at all when the blood dripped on the 'Thunder Heart Spring Wood', and there was no sign of being absorbed at all.

"It's useless, refining with blood won't work at all. I've tried it before. It's probably the refining method is wrong!" Fu Yifan, the Cross-Breaking Sword said.

"Well, I'll study it slowly later!" Hu Yinjiu, the Thousand-Faced Man, immediately put the 'Thunder Heart Spring Wood' into the Qiankun Bag. His eyes moved and he muttered: "I heard that the Saint of Tianxue is in Baiyun Mountain, Fenghuang Town.

Shan, is this news true?"

"Well, it's true. Saint Tianxue lives in the Fairy Spring Villa in Baiyun Mountain. I once overestimated my ability and wanted to visit, but was turned away!" Fu Yifan cupped his hands and said: "Hu

Sir, can you leave now?"

"Okay, I'll send you on your way right now!" Hu Yinjiu, the Thousand-Faced Man, looked indifferently. He waved his hand, and in an instant, dozens of innate sword energies roared out.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

There were bursts of sound breaking through the air, bursts of sharp roars, and dozens of extremely powerful innate sword energies, heading towards Fu Yifan.

"Leixin Chunmu has already been given to you, why are you in trouble!"

Fu Yifan's expression changed wildly, his face was extremely pale, and he quickly waved the sharp sword in his hand to meet him.

"Qiang!" "Ping ping ping pong!"

The sword collided with the innate sword energy, sparks flew out in an instant, and the sound of gold and iron was heard.

Fu Yifan felt his arms were numb from the shock and almost lost consciousness. He finally blocked all the dozen innate sword energies.

Just as he was about to take a breath, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his back and a burning feeling invaded him. Fu Yifan looked down and saw a sharp dagger piercing his body from the back, and the tip of the dagger protruded from his chest.

He came out. Blood spurted out, instantly dyeing the clothes on his chest red.

"Plop!" a sound.

Fu Yifan's resentful and unwilling eyes instantly lost all their luster and turned into a deathly gray color, and his body fell straight to the ground.

In fact, the masters of the "Feng Yun Bang" are still very strong. The strong ones in the innate realm may not be completely sure to kill the masters of the "Feng Yun Bang". However, Fu Yifan was not in his prime. Before that, he was injured by Ye Xing's bomb.

, and another fight with Gao Zhisong, and then after more than ten fierce battles, he was already at the end of his strength.

"You should have a lot of wealth if you kill a master on the list." Hu Yinjiu, the Thousand-faced Man, took off the Qiankun bag from Fu Yifan's waist, put it away, and looked towards Baiyun Mountain in Fenghuang Town with cold eyes, "This is

Fan Zhen had a great harvest, not only did he get Lei Xin Chunmu, but he also got information about the location of the Heavenly Snow Saint."

"Jie Jie Jie, the high and mighty Tianxue Saint, instead of staying in Tianxue Mountain, you came to this poor and remote place. What a God-given opportunity! Jie Jie Jie!"

The Thousand-Faced Man Hu Yinjiu's voice was like the cry of a nightingale, and his figure erratically blended into the night and disappeared.

…

The night is like ink, the leaf mansion of Baiyun Mountain.

In the practice room, Ye Xing closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, practicing "Xiantian Gong".

call--

suck--

Inhale slowly and exhale slowly. Inhale the clear air and exhale the dirty air. Between exhalation and inhalation, the true energy circulates continuously and gradually increases.

After bringing Gao Zhisong, the man in green robe, back to the mansion in the morning, Ye Xing stayed in the practice room to practice, practicing directly from the morning until late at night.

Yiran is a crazy practitioner.

"Yo yo!" "Yo yo!"

The little purple eagle flew in through the small window from outside, flapped its little lavender wings, flew in front of Ye Xing and sang.

"Xiao Zi, are you saying that Gao Zhisong is awake?" Ye Xing asked.

Before practicing, Ye Xing specifically ordered Xiao Zi to inform him once Gao Zhisong wakes up.

"YoYo!"

The little purple eagle looked at Ye Xing with its twinkling little eyes and nodded its little head.

"Okay, I'll be there right away!" Ye Xing immediately stood up, left the practice room, and headed towards the west guest room of Ye Mansion.

At this moment, in the west guest room of Ye Mansion.

On the wooden bed in the room, Gao Zhisong, a man in green robe, had woken up from his coma and was sitting cross-legged, doing exercises to heal his injuries.

"You're here!" Gao Zhisong, a man in green robe, opened his eyes, looked at Ye Xing who walked in from the door, and said calmly.

"Haha, how are you recovering from your injury? You seem to be very unwelcome to me!" Ye Xing had a smile on his face.

"Thank you for saving me, but I won't obey your orders!" Gao Zhisong, the man in green robe, said solemnly.

"Why? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Ye Xing's eyes moved and he smiled: "You have been infected by my heart-eating poison. If I want to kill you, I can kill you at any time!"

"Then you kill me!" Gao Zhisong, the man in green robe, said proudly: "Although I, Gao Zhisong, am not a strong person in the Xiantian realm, I am also a famous warrior on the "Wind and Cloud Ranking". Let me obey your orders as a third-level martial artist.

A young martial artist of this level. If this spreads out, it will make people laugh out loud. I might as well let you kill me."
Chapter completed!