The mountain wind blows.

Several talisman papers were thrown out.

This is a conflict between two cultivators from the second level of heaven.

"Stop fighting."

Gan Huan looked away from afar and smiled, "Come with me..."

He reached out and pressed his hand, and a huge light suddenly emitted from his hand, turning into a big hand, more than ten feet apart, and captured it.

The two monks could not resist at all, so they were held by this big hand.

Gan Huan took the two monks, left them in front of him, and handed them over to Sun Wenpeng for disposal. He looked at Qingyuan who was beside him and smiled and said, "How about this Yuanling Capture?"

Qingyuan said calmly: "The Yuanling's grasping hand is also considered a Taoist technique, but it is not very profound. And the seniors who can make this point have been considered profound attainments."

Gan Huan was quite satisfied when he heard this and said, "I have practiced this trick for many years. I can capture and kill the enemy. I have already mastered it. I can really compare it, but I can only say that the five spirits transporting technique can beat me."

The Five Spirits Transportation Technique is to take five-headed spiritual objects and use secret techniques to drive them, which has the effect of unpredictable ghosts and gods. This method is found in Zixiao Palace, but Qingyuan has not practiced it and has not read it.

Qingyuan said silently and followed closely behind.

After that, Gan Huan led them and found another scattered man from the third heaven.

This time Gan Huan didn't say a word, and waved his hand and rolled over a big blue hand. The palm lines on it were clear and the breath was cold.

The master who has reached the level of the three heavens has such high abilities that it is almost irresistible to ordinary practitioners. The face of the scattered man who saw Gan Huan was captured by a big hand and he didn't even have time to speak.

"Enough."

Gan Huan said to Sun Wenpeng: "Go back."

Sun Wenpeng's expression became a little more serious and he nodded.

Kiyohara took a look and found that five people had been captured, including himself. The previous one was even cut off his arms, leaving only a pair of legs that could walk.

"Senior, do you want us to explore the way?" Retracting his gaze, Qingyuan said slowly.

"Oh?" Gan Huan was a little surprised, glanced at him, and said, "You have some vision."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wenpeng sneered and said, "You want to speak out? Just relying on your knowledge of the Tao, what can you do if you understand it? Could it be that you can still make a big splash?"

Kiyohara glanced at him, looked calm, and withdrew her gaze, ignoring her.

Sun Wenpeng felt his face hot and furious immediately. He slapped Qingyuan's face with a palm.

In his heart, the true energy in Qingyuan's body was already banned. If a mortal, if he was in this palm, it would not hurt his life, but it would not be easy.

Sun Wenpeng's palm was filled with wind.

Qingyuan suddenly reached out, grabbed Sun Wenpeng's wrist, shook it, and threw it out.

Sun Wenpeng turned over and landed, but although he had not fallen, he seemed embarrassed. He then stood still, his face looked ugly. As soon as he condensed his hand, the Taoist technique condensed and shone brightly.

"court death!"

The magic came over and the light shone brightly.

Just as Qingyuan was about to dodge, he stretched out his palm and pressed it on the art of craft, and it disappeared immediately.

Gan Huan calmly stopped and said lightly: "I have my own reasons to capture him, but if you want to insult him, you must rely on your own abilities."

After hearing this, Sun Wenpeng stopped and glanced at Qingyuan with a murderous intent.

Gan Huan glanced at Qingyuan and said slowly: "Young man, his martial arts seem to be quite good."

Qingyuan patted the ice silkworm's clothes, responded casually, and said, "Exceeding."

The iron courage he had just obtained from Sun Wenpeng's place was taken back by Sun Wenpeng.

The iron rod was originally in Sun Wenpeng's hands, but whether it was Gan Huan or Sun Wenpeng, he glanced at it and did not pay much attention to the ordinary iron rod, but it had thunder patterns on it, so Sun Wenpeng took it away.

As for the bag around his waist, it seemed too worn, not bulging, and shriveled. Gan Huan ignored it because of his identity. Sun Wenpeng came from the Sun family, so he naturally looked down on a casual person's affairs, and had never even looked at it.

"Let's go..."

...

Fuzhong Mountain side.

Lu Yushuang's white clothes were stained with blood. Although his injuries healed, they were quite shocking.

Hua Mei and Yu Ling were by their side. They had contacted the other disciples of Huanhua Pavilion, so they waited here.

Hua Mei stood aside, with a smile on her face, suddenly frowned and said in surprise: "Has she been caught by the Master of the Fourth Heaven?"

Lu Yushuang noticed the abnormality and asked softly: "What's going on?"

Hua Mei smiled, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "Your good looks were taken away."

Lu Yushuang frowned slightly, looked at Hua Mei coldly, turned her head and stopped talking.

Yu Ling was a little surprised and asked, "Is that guy taken away?"

Hua Mei nodded and said, "Yes."

Yu Ling bulged her cheeks and said unhappily: "Didn't you say he can't see through it? He was caught in a blink of an eye?"

"It does not mean that people cannot catch it."

Hua Mei had already seen Qingyuan's appearance of being weak when the iron god was fired, and she showed that the enemy was weak and pretended to be injured. She knew that this person would have other ideas. After thinking about it, she looked at Yu Ling and said seriously: "If he died halfway through this time, it would be considered that his sister would be missed. If he did not die, he even got the fairy treasure in the mountains and became prosperous in the future, then he would be considered as a helper for you..."

Yu Ling flattered her mouth and said, "What helper... do I still need help?"

"Little girl." Hua Mei stretched out her fair and slender palm, patted her head lightly, and said, "Don't think that you have received this great blessing, and have worshipped in Huanhua Pavilion, and have a backer, so you can rest assured. It is important to know that the world today is no better than before, sister, I..."

As soon as she said this, she paused and looked aside.

There were disciples from Huanhua Pavilion coming next to him.

The disciple of Huanhua Pavilion was also a woman with a gentle face, about twenty-seven or eight years old, carrying a sword. As soon as she arrived, she saw Lu Yushuang lying on the green wood bed, white clothes stained with blood, pale complexion, and suddenly she was frightened.

"What's going on?"

The woman's face turned cold and her murderous intent was stern.

Hua Mei stood aside, smiling, but she had no intention of explaining.

"Senior Sister Zhou..." Lu Yushuang turned her head, shook her head slightly, and said, "Nothing is wrong."

Yu Ling stood in front of the senior sister Zhou, lowered her head, and said, "I know, it's all because of me..."

Senior Sister Zhou pressed her hand on her little head, rubbed it, and asked softly: "Tell me."

Yu Ling told the truth, but she didn't add any more to the fire. After saying that, she looked at Lu Yushuang, snorted, and said, "That guy and I are a divorce, but my senior sister was injured to save him. This matter is not over..."

Senior Sister Zhou looked cold and said, "It's really not the end to hurt the disciples of Huanhua Pavilion."

"Senior Sister." Lu Yushuang shook her head with a firm look and said, "I want to defeat him myself."

Before Senior Sister Zhou could answer, Hua Mei clapped her hands and said with a giggle: "Miss Lu is right, just because of this face, you should earn it back by yourself. As for you..."

She looked at Senior Sister Zhou, her expression turned pale, and said, "The guy who Shouzhengdao Sect is guarding the sky. Do you still want to create troubles?"
Chapter completed!