"Then can you refine the memory talisman wood now?" Du Fan's eyes lit up. This was a good way.

"No." Ren Ziwen shook his head.

"Is it a lack of Huangtian Lingmu? It's time for me, so I will naturally not be petty with you." Du Fan said, and was about to take out the Huangtian Lingmu from the Qiankun Ring.

"No, there is still a shortage of other materials." Ren Ziwen sighed and added: "A lot is missing."

"I'll go, you're breathing! After squirting so much, it's all nonsense!" Du Fandong was a stagger and then furious.

"Of course it's not nonsense. If we could gather the materials for refining memory talisman wood in the Watch Field, wouldn't we be able to do what I said just now?" Ren Ziwen suddenly smiled.

"Collection of materials? You are not joking. At this time, our identities are like wanted criminals in the field of watch. It would be nice to be able to escape the pursuit for a while. You can also collect materials. You can dream!" Du Fan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Hehe, Brother Du, don't be impatient. I only said half of the previous method." Ren Ziwen smiled.

"Half? Where is the other half?" Du Fan was surprised.

"Actually, the other half is very involved and has already involved the strategic deployment of the Ren family. I don't know if it should be done like this." Ren Ziwen hesitated for a moment and continued: "In the past few hundred years, the Ren family has laid seven or eight hidden nails in the field of watch.

The Ren family did this, first to inquire about the news about the Waveland and the Golden Temple, so that the family would not be too passive, but also to make these hidden nails play a crucial role at critical moments.

And all of these hidden nails are people with great status in the field of watch. If they can get the protection of any of them, you and I will not only be safe, but also use that person's power to gather the materials needed to refine the memory talisman wood.

Just doing this may disrupt a plan of the Ren family. In addition, it is easy for me to contact these people, but it is difficult to meet. Some of them are senior figures of the nine major forces, with many eyes and ears around them, so it is difficult to be alone."

"So that's it, then you can give these people some information first. If it's convenient, you and me can naturally be rescued smoothly. If it really doesn't work, then let's talk about it." Du Fan thought for a moment and said this.

"That's all. Okay, I'll send them a message now." Ren Ziwen nodded. He slapped the storage bag with one hand and took out a strange magic plate with a light purple color...

Half an hour later, Ren Ziwen put away the plate and suddenly looked moved, saying, "Four people appeared thousands of feet away, coming towards us. Their cultivation is all above the late stage of foundation building. It seems that something should appear."

"Let's go out and kill these people first, and then let's change our place to hide. Anyway, you can create a special space in the battlefield. I believe that killing more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators will only last half a quarter of an hour at most." Du Fan stood up and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

"Brother Du, I have to remind you about something." Ren Ziwen suddenly said.

"What's up?"

"The special space I have opened up through the loopholes in the world is not perfect. In fact, there are many defects.

Not to mention the powerful golden elixir, even cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage can find out several space weaknesses after careful investigation, and then just use spells to break through the space barrier and return to the normal space we are in.

If you are a powerful golden elixir, you don’t need to deliberately find the weakness of the space. As long as you rush to the same place and use the powerful magic to continuously attack, the entire special space will soon fall apart and completely collapse.

Not long ago, the reason why you were able to successfully kill a golden elixir was actually that luck accounted for a large part of the factor. The old guy was frightened first, then angry, and probably fearful, and had lost most of his reason, so he had the chance to succeed.

Of course, it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to remain calm in that situation, so I just remind you to be careful and not rely too much on such a special space. It is not that something will inevitably happen. [Marshmallow Novel]” Ren Ziwen explained.

"So that's it, I remember." Du Fan nodded, and then showed a hint of strangeness, saying, "Brother Ren, is that special space still flawed? Is it because you are not good at technology or are you limited by materials?"

"Of course it's the material!" Ren Ziwen immediately glared.

"Haha, it's okay, let's go." Du Fan laughed, then took a big step and walked out of the cave.

...

After a meal, Du Fan and Ren Ziwen stood side by side, looking forward with a calm expression.

Tens of feet ahead of them, fourteen foundation-building monks dressed in Wulinghui's costumes stood in a row.

These people obviously came in bad terms. They all held magic weapons and had a cold eyes. One of them was a purple-lipped man with a very strange appearance. He had the peak cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Stage and was strong. He should be the leader of this team of monks.

Ren Ziwen seemed to sigh, and his five fingers moved slightly with his left hand. His figure suddenly disappeared and instantly appeared in the opponent's camp. He smiled strangely at the purple-lipped man at close range, and then the figure flashed again and stood next to Du Fan again.

Ren Ziwen went back and forth, as fast as lightning, and the other cultivators did not react at all.

"not good!"

It was not until Ren Ziwen finished all this that the monks on the other side reacted one by one. All their expressions changed drastically. They waved the magic weapons in their hands, brewing magic, and were full of vigilance, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"What did you do to us just now?" The purple-lipped man's pupils shrank slightly, staring at Ren Ziwen, revealing a hint of surprise.

"You will know in a while." Ren Ziwen shrugged and said without objection.

The man with purple lips snorted coldly, his wrist trembled, and a bone hammer about meter wide appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Pretending to be a god, brothers, let's go together. As long as we take down these two people, we will be a great achievement!"

After he shouted softly, he rushed out immediately, waved his arm hard, and immediately a purple-red giant hammer shadow condensed in the air, the strong wind roared and roared. He rushed straight to Du Fan and smashed him.

Seeing this, the others swayed without saying a word, and rushed towards Du Fan and the others in the transformation of magic.

"Looking for death!" Du Fan showed a sarcasm in his mouth, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at everyone coldly, without any movement. Faced with the power of various magical powers sweeping overwhelmingly, he did not hide or avoid.

Ren Ziwen was also calm, but a trace of imperceptible unbearable, or resistance flashed in his eyes. Even when he reached the world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, he was unwilling to kill people at will.

Countless magic lights smashed down, and they were about to swallow Du Fan and Ren Ziwen, but the two of them still did not hide or avoid.

"No! Stop!" The purple-lipped man's face changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted. At the same time, the magic tricks in his hand changed rapidly, causing the magic to sweep across and blocked the attacks of others.

It wasn't that he realized the other party's weirdness and inappropriateness, but the two people in front of him were too important.

In fact, Du Fan is okay, but if Ren Ziwen, a rich man, died at his own hands, then after returning, he would not only have no credit at all, but he would probably have to bear the turbulent anger of the eight major forces and the Overwatch Alliance. Whether he could save his life at that time was a matter of two things. How could he not be afraid at this time?

"Damn it! Why don't they cast spells to defend themselves? They don't even avoid them? Faced with the attacks we are waiting for, they don't even have the power to protect themselves? It's not that weak, isn't that boy named Du Fan very powerful!!"

The purple-lipped man roared inside, and was a little confused and confused, but more of it was confused.

It was really hard for him to understand how the other party could be so weak that he didn't even have room for reaction. He regretted it now. If he had known this, there would be no need for such a sharp attack. It would be enough for him to go up alone.

"Rumors kill people!" The purple-lipped man sighed in a hurry, suddenly feeling a little moved.

However, his movements were not slow. He tried hard to activate the magic that had been released, so that he forced it to split into two and attacked the left and right sides, trying to block the attack of his companions, so as to gain some time for Du Fan and the other to react.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he was anxious, and he kept praying: You should avoid it quickly and never die!

However, the scene that made his eyes dark still arises. Seven or eight magic lights hit the other two directly. In the loud roar, a dazzling light burst out, like a colorful sun, gorgeous and desperate.

The man with purple lips staggered and was stunned. His face was pale and bloodless. His eyes were staring straight ahead, but his eyes were extremely empty. He kept muttering to himself: "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Everything just happened was too sudden. Even though he had already taken emergency measures, he turned his fingers at the critical moment to block his companions' attacks, but he was still one step too late. There were too many people and their cultivation was not weak. There were seven or eight people who had no time to stop them, and they forced the spell to hit the opponent.

"Idiots, are you idiots? If these two people die, how can we explain to the higher authorities?!" The fear in the purple-lipped man reached the extreme, turned into anger, and jumped directly and slapped out with a slap.

"Bang..." As soon as a crisp sound came out, a Wuling disciple flew out of his body, spitting blood and wailing shrillly. A bloody five finger mark appeared on his right face, which was deep enough to see the bones.

"And you, I asked you to stop, why don't you listen? Are you lame?!" The man with purple lips roared, his figure flashed, and appeared in front of another disciple of Wulinghui. He raised his big hand and was about to swing it out fiercely.

The disciple of the Wuling Society who was about to be robbed showed panic in his eyes, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, he opened his eyes wide instantly, raised his slightly trembling finger and shouted: "Ruver, Lord, look, they are fine, they are still alive..."

Not far away, the light of magic dispersed, and Du Fan and Ren Ziwen appeared.

The two of them were standing there with a smile on their faces.

"It's time for you to fool me with such a childish trick? Faced with the attack of just a certain scale, how could a foundation-building monk be safe... Hum?" Although the purple-lipped man didn't believe it, he still looked back subconsciously.

But when he saw the scene behind him, he was stunned.

After a moment, he took a breath, his eyes showing horror.

"The rumors have to be believed!" The purple-lipped man was overjoyed and sad, and then he summed up again in his heart, then his eyes flashed with a sharp look. He shouted loudly: "Everyone come together. Don't hold back this time. Be sure to take these two people down!"

As he said that, the magic trick in the hand of the purple-lipped man suddenly formed, and immediately hundreds of colorful butterflies transformed out of thin air, each of which was the size of a fist, scattering a terrifying aura comparable to the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Period. With a buzzing and roaring, he swept straight towards Du Fan.

Seeing this, the others hesitated for a moment. They also activated magic and attacked, but this time, they were half a beat slower, and even took care of themselves, as if they were preparing to stop at any time.

The disciple of Wu Linghui who was slapped by a purple-lipped man cursed in his heart, then raised his hand and used a small five-element spell weakly, which was obviously a bit perfunctory.

Everyone's performance naturally fell into the eyes of the purple-lipped man. He was furious immediately and was about to curse, but Du Fan's somewhat impatient voice came.

"Are you funny guys?"

The smile on Du Fan's face gradually dissipated, murderous intent appeared in his eyes. When a layer of golden crane shadow was lingering on his body, his body shot out in an instant, directly penetrated through colorful magic, appeared beside a late stage of foundation building, and punched it out, shattering the other party's head with a "bang".

Seeing this, Ren Ziwen sighed in his heart, turned his head and stopped paying attention.

The golden figure flashed one after another. Every time Du Fan made a move, one person fell and killed him with one blow.

Some people only had time to scream, but more people had only a loud bang. Before the scream could come out, they fell to the ground and lost their vitality.

From Du Fan's action to ten breaths, a total of thirteen corpses lay down here. They fell in a pool of blood, or a terrifying blood hole appeared on their chests, and their hearts disappeared, or their heads disappeared, and blood flowed out, and death was miserable.

Du Fan glanced at the thirteen corpses on the ground, his eyes were full of coldness, and then he turned his eyes and looked at the only survivor of the other party, the man with purple lips trembling all over and trembling teeth.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Du Fan showed that the man’s purple lips seemed to be a little purple again. At this time, it had already appeared as purple-black and looked extremely weird.

"Do you have a bad heart?" Du Fan said this inexplicably. After saying that, he was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly, and thought that his occupational disease had occurred again, or at this time.

"Brother Du, are you funny too?" Ren Ziwen turned around, looked at Du Fan, and said with a smile.

"Cough." Du Fan coughed lightly, and then his face turned cold. He stepped on the ground with one foot, and his body shot out in an instant. He instantly came behind the purple-lipped man, punched the other person's back heart.

The purple-lipped man was shocked and he made a gesture with one hand. A green light curtain appeared behind him. At the same time, his body flashed and he was about to move away to avoid the other party's fatal blow.

"Bang" Du Fan smashed the green light curtain with a punch, and it seemed that he was not hindered at all. Then his fists roared all the way, piercing through the man's chest with purple lips.

"Um?"

The next moment, Du Fan and the purple-lipped man were stunned at the same time.

The purple-lipped man watched the other person's fist pass through his heart. His soul was already flying outside the sky, but no blood came out, and there was no feeling of pain, as if his body was illusory.

Du Fan was also stunned, then pulled back his fist and hit it again, but it still failed to cause damage to the opponent.

"Brother Du, he accidentally walked out of that strange space along a weak node. You come out first, and then hit it." Ren Ziwen's eyes flashed, and soon thought of a possibility, and blurted out immediately.
To be continued...