A young girl from the first level of Qi training looked at the crowd indifferently lined up around curiously. This was the first time she had arrived at the monk's city yard and had seen so many monks.

The old man behind her glared at her and scolded quietly: "Don't look around."

The little girl stuck out her tongue mischievously, turned her head and looked ahead. After this state of not squinting eyes only lasted for a short time, she began to sneakily observe the people around her.

Slanted in front of her, the delicate side face of a young man attracted her attention. It was so beautiful. She had never seen such a beautiful person before.

The little girl stared blankly, perhaps because her eyes were too straight, the boy felt something, and turned his head to look over. Her beautiful phoenix eyes and deep eyes were like a deep pool. The little girl felt that her soul had fallen into the deep pool.

It was not until the boy turned his head that she woke up like a dream, her face was covered with red clouds and was so hot that it was scary. She raised her hand and tried to cool her cheeks with her slightly cool palms. Suddenly she felt that she had seen that face somewhere.

After thinking about it, she took out a piece of square paper from her purse and opened it. The portrait outlined ink on the snow-white paper was not the exquisite face she had just seen.

"Oh, Master, he is the bad guy on the hunting order!"

The little girl pulled the sleeve of the old man behind her and pointed at the boy slanted in front of her in surprise.

The clear eyes were puzzled: "Does the bad guys look so good?"

In the silence, the sound seemed particularly crisp, and the words "chasing order" stimulated everyone's nerves. Various eyes looked over and looked in the direction of her fingers.

The delicate boy turned his head and his eyes fell on the portrait of the girl's hand. His phoenix eyes flashed and he shouted: "Retreat!"

Wei Lin jumped up in the air and fled far away with his sword before everyone reacted. With a short glance, he clearly saw that next to the portrait of the pursuit order, "The killer Qianjiu, a killer from Canye Pavilion, stole the relics of Master Huijue of Yuan'an Temple, and everyone was able to kill him."

"It's the Canye Pavilion killer! Go and notify the city lord, and the rest of them will chase you!"

The guard shouted and ran to Anxi City. The Qi-training monks watched the three flying away so scared that they hid in the city. The killers of Canye Pavilion were all cruel and ruthless masters. Wherever they were, blood flowed into a river. The three of them were in the foundation-building stage, and it was not as easy as killing ants to deal with them.

Several foundation-building monks chased after him without thinking, and shouted loudly while controlling the sword: "Everyone can kill the killer of Canye Pavilion. If you can't escape, hand over the Buddha's relics, and Master Dao will leave you a complete body!"

The three of them didn't look back and tried their best to fly with their swords. After a short time, a Jindan monk chased him from Anxi City behind.

Ying Qi shouted hurriedly: "What's going on? How could they have a portrait of us? Hasn't no one ever known the true face of our Canye Pavilion?"

A little later, Ying Jiu tried his best to control his trembling fingertips and said in a deep voice: "I don't know! This situation has never happened! Maybe a traitor has appeared in the pavilion."

Wei Lin's heart turned sharply. There was only a early-stage Jindan cultivator behind him. Considering the scale of Anxi City, it is very likely that there was only one Jindan stage near Anxi City. He was too close to him and had to kill him before they could escape.

The thoughts in his mind turned around, and he immediately sent a signal to the others who were responding to the forest. He glanced at the foundation-building monks who were chasing behind him and turned around and swung them with a sword. The foundation-building monks who did not expect him to turn around suddenly felt a chill in their necks, and then fell from the air like dumplings.

The few people who did not pursued each other pointed the direction for the Jindan monk who was catching up with him. They opened some distance. Wei Lin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Let's go down."

Shadow Qiying Jiu hesitated a little. In the high altitude, there was no way to stop him. Only when he could he rush to the road with all his strength. If he entered the forest below, his speed would definitely drop sharply, and the possibility of being chased would be greater.

Seeing that Wei Lin had already controlled the flying sword to dive down after hesitating, the two of them hesitated for a while and finally descended.

As soon as he entered the forest, Wei Lin immediately ordered the two to restrain their entire aura and control the flying sword to pass through the forest. After merging with the others, he said: "We cannot escape the speed of the Golden Elixir Stage. When more Golden Elixir Nascent Soul Cultivators arrive, we will be dead."

He raised his eyes and swept across the faces of the panic-like people one by one, saying word by word: "So, we must kill him."

Everyone is a killer, and he knows that the more you need to be calm, Ying Qi shook his voice: "How to kill?"

"Take out all the talismans and poisons, and you guys......"

After a rustling sound, the forest returned to tranquility. After a moment, the gray-bearded man arrived here.

One by one, one burst talisman flew towards him from the left, right, and front. Seeing the talisman clearly, contempt flashed in the man's eyes. A mere top-grade burst talisman of the Xuan-level was a threat to the foundation-building cultivator. For the Golden Elixir stage, it was like a tickling, and the spiritual power could not be broken.

Scandals around his eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and the long ink flute buckled it lightly in his hand: "Tsk tsk, you are really ignorant and fearless. A group of boys who don't know the world are so strong that they learn to ambush without running away. It's interesting and interesting."

One by one, the explosion talismans were still throwing towards him. The spiritual aura was shining around him, strolling in the garden with the rumbling explosion and smoke. His feet suddenly became a little heavy, like a mud. When he explored his spiritual sense, it turned out to be a small heavy earth technique formation, a green technique, and a simple formation, which was obviously designed by a newly-entered formation master.

He shook his head: "Things that cannot be placed on the table."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white mist filled the air, and the favorable object broke through the air. He raised the long flute in his hand, and was about to block the favorable object that was approaching the mask. Unexpectedly, his wrists tightened and vines wrapped around his limbs.

"Although it's just a few bugs, it's also very annoying."

He murmured softly, his wrists lingered in the spiritual power, and the vines wrapped around him broke one by one, and muffled groans sounded in the smoke. The monk who used the vine technique was retaliated against.

There were still a few vines that had not broken yet, and a blue sword had already reached his chest. The man's face was still calm. With the spiritual weapon, these little bugs who had never seen the world could not hurt him at all.

Unexpectedly, the sword penetrated his protective spiritual energy without stopping. The man's pupils shrank, and his blood was frozen instantly. At the critical moment, he wanted to move and avoid it, but the heavy earth technique under his feet slowed him down half a beat, and the sword had already pierced into his body.

Fortunately, that dodge finally had some effect, avoiding the deadly point, and the long sword was inserted into the chest cavity two inches from his heart.

The man was furious. His great Jindan monk was forced to this point by a group of monks in the Foundation Establishment stage. He shouted and broke all the vines, held the sword in one hand to stop the sword blade from turning, and turned his palm into the other hand to slapped the boy who was ignorant of the sky and earth in front of him.

The violent spiritual power on the palm stirred up waves of cyclones. Before the palm print arrived, Wei Lin had been deformed by the cyclone and his face was bleeding from the mouth and nose. He flipped his left hand and the ancient wooden sign appeared in his hand. He met the man's slapped palm. The violent spiritual power stimulated the defensive formation on the wooden sign and stopped the big palm.

He felt a little relieved, his mind sinking into the Mo Li sword, and sharp swords burst out from the sword, as if there were any substance, and it was lightly sank into the man's hands.

Feeling the sword dynasty raging in his body, the man let go of the sword and retreated in shock.

The smoke dissipated. The man looked at the blood-stained sword in Wei Lin's hand and smiled coldly: "It turns out that he is a sword cultivator who has already practiced the sword. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant."

Wei Lin shook his wrist and pulled out shadows. His body and sword were united, attacking the man again without giving him a chance to breathe.

You have to kill him as soon as possible while the wooden defensive formation has not yet disappeared. Even if you cannot kill him, you must be seriously injured as much as possible!

The man was forced to retreat step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step. To make matters worse, the monks who were injured by him also recovered at this time, and vines wrapped around his limbs again.

Wei Lin even took action without hesitation, and the move was fatal. In the blink of an eye, the male cultivator of the Jindan was covered in scars and blood.
Chapter completed!