It has been seven or eight days since I left the plain. I have collected a lot of spiritual herbs and encountered several cultivators who are not eyebrowed. Now Zhang Fan is no longer overly surprised by the often-appeared spiritual herbs, and he is not resistant to pulling the Qiankun bag from the dead. Instead, he feels that this is the case. He has few big fluctuations in his heart and is calm.

Squatted in front of a ginseng that was about five hundred years old, waved his hand to set up a small hidden formation, and Zhang Fan carefully picked it.

This formation was found from the Qiankun bag of a disciple of the Yuling Sect. After all, he lacked experience and never thought that he would need to set up a formation when collecting spiritual medicines.

The result is that during a picking process, he was attacked. Not only was the spiritual medicine damaged, but he almost capsized in the gutter. It was from the cultivator who attacked him, Zhang Fan found the array plate of this formation, fiddled with it for a moment, and immediately understood the effect, which was a pity that he had learned from his mistakes.

After gently cleaving the mud and sand on the roots, he took out a jade box from the Qiankun bag, carefully put the ginseng with all the limbs and dense roots in it. As soon as Zhang Fan stood up, his expression suddenly moved, and his hand that retracted the array plate could not help but pause.

After a little hesitation, he still took back the formation plate, and the effect of concealing breath and hiding disappeared.

In the distance, a female disciple of the Dharma Xiang Sect dressed in white was chasing and fleeing in this direction. Seeing this, she was stunned. She felt a little breath and found that she was a fellow disciple. She was immediately overjoyed and shouted for help, "Senior brother in front, help!"

The voice was so exciting and loud that Zhang Fan couldn't help frowning.

He chose to show up instead of hiding, so he naturally had the idea of ​​saving the woman. In the past few days, except for some people who were clinging together and who were too calm and did not know where the cat was, most ordinary disciples had already died or had self-awareness and retreated early, and the rest had some skills.

However, Zhang Fan's cultivation level on the surface is only the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage. Among the remaining elites, not to mention the bottom, they are at least the last few. In addition, they haven't taken any action for so many days, I'm afraid that others have forgotten that there is still a master in this area, and all the cats and dogs are running here, which is a bit annoying.

It just happened to take this opportunity to use the eleventh level of the eleventh Qi Refining Stage disciple who was chasing him to establish his authority and shock the little girl. As for saving people, it was just by the way. Anyway, with this ability, it doesn’t matter how much you stretch your hands.

While Zhang Fan was standing there for a few breaths, the blue-clothed female monk used a water mesh magic weapon and fled in a panic.

As soon as he stopped, the female monk looked at Zhang Fan with gratitude, as if he had something to say. She opened her mouth halfway and suddenly froze. It was obvious that she had just seen his cultivation level clearly, and her face showed a regretful and bitter expression.

I couldn't help looking back and found that I could not escape. Finally, I said helplessly: "This junior brother, he is Ji Wuxia, the core disciple of the Phantom Demon Way. He covets my beauty. He has been chasing me for three days. Most of the magic weapons have been destroyed by him. My junior brother must save me."

"Dropolizing beauty?" Zhang Fan looked at her ordinary appearance, a little speechless.

The changeable expression of this fellow disciple when he first met him naturally could not escape his eyes. Zhang Fan did not feel resentful about this, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his vigilance towards her, and observed the man who stopped ten feet away.

At first glance, Zhang Fan understood a little why he wanted to take a name like Ji Wuxia, which was so feminine that no matter how she heard it, the man in front of him was so charming. Compared to Xiruo and Yun Yiyi's level, it was just a little worse.

As for those who would pursue women of the blue-clothed woman for three days, they had to understand the special taste of adults.

Gently pressing the fluttering pink robe, Ji Wuxia looked at Zhang Fan's Xuanjin robe, frowned slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and said softly: "This junior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, a fiery red arrow shot straight between his eyebrows, blocking all the words below.

A trace of shock flashed across his face, and then there was no movement. He only saw his eyebrows raised and a shiny black light cover rose up to protect his whole body.

The rocket hit the light cover, as if a slutch was shaking a tree, and there was no ripples arousing.

The explosion of smoke quickly dissipated, the light shield flashed spiritually twice, and then disappeared.

"You..., you actually attacked someone!" Ji Wuxia shouted in shock and anger.

Why is this man talking like this... Mom! Zhang Fan couldn't help but tremble, and then shrugged as if nothing had happened, looking at the sky without saying anything.

"You..., I'm going to kill you." Ji Wuxia's handsome face suddenly twisted when she was ignored so much. Her hands were raised and a bright red handkerchief covered the sky and covered it.

"Ah~~~~" Zhang Fan's hand that had been stuck in Qiankun's bag stretched out a little while, and then a scream rang beside him. Then, a blue light flashed, and the woman in blue turned around and ran away. With a slam, she appeared again, which was already a hundred feet away.

Zhang Fan showed a hint of anger, then dissipated, returning to his ordinary appearance.

"Why don't you believe me?" Shaking his head, he concluded that the woman in blue would not live today and was angry about a dead person. Fortunately, he came forward not just to save people, otherwise, meeting this person would make people feel cold.

Before, the two of them came across the sky without any restraint, and the woman in blue shouted again. Zhang Fan and Ji Wuxia must have a fight. These are all things that are very moving and cannot be unobtrusive.

At this time, many cultivators must have come to see around. If the woman in blue is really destroyed as she said, she would be ten deaths and no life. Even if she has complete strength, with her tenth level of the Qi Refining Period, she has no unique treasures to protect her body, and has no strength to shock others, the possibility of survival will not reach the same level.

The woman in blue escape without warning made both of them a little surprised. This psychological fluctuation had no effect on their actions.

The Soul-falling Bell flew up from Zhang Fan's hand, and held back the handkerchief that turned into a pressing under the sky. At the same time, his hand lit up, and a large number of spiritual talismans flew out, surrounding the other party with bombardment.

Cultivators of their level are no longer able to die from low-level talismans. Such methods are mostly just for harassment, and at most they can consume some of the other party's spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan seemed to have great hope for this bombardment of the spirit talisman, and stared at the center of the explosion with breath.

With a "bang!", the flame storm formed by the explosion was pushed open from the inside by something, and the explosion dissipated. In the center, the yarn wall formed by a white yarn belt quickly surrounded, like a solid body was also exposed. Judging from the spiritual energy escaping when it exploded in an instant, it was at least a high-level magic weapon, or even a top-level magic weapon.

The flames were driven away, and the yarn belt was retracted, wrapped in a ball on Ji Wuxia's arm, turning into white water sleeves.

"Ah! It's so dirty." Ji Wuxia raised her sleeves and wiped them desperately on her face. At the same time, Orchid pointed and said with hatred: "You're dead, you're dead! I must kill you."

Zhang Fan naturally turned a deaf ear to his words.

When Ji Wuxia showed her white gauze belt, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Feiyunzhou, who had been holding in the palm of his hand, was also taken back.

Although Zhang Fan was calm on the surface, he was actually shocked when Ji Wuxia quietly lit up a black light shield and lightly resisted his sneak attack.

With the power of the Sunset Bow, even the restriction of Master Han Hao's cave palace can cause some fluctuations. Unexpectedly, when facing the black light shield, it not only does not move at all, but even lacks some reactions. The gap is so big that it is enough to threaten his life.

The reason why he just took out the Feiyun Boat for backup instead of running faster than the woman in blue was because Zhang Fan did not believe that such a shield could be used by Ji Wuxia, a cultivator at the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. Even if it was attached to a treasure, it would never be used without restrictions. Otherwise, such a treasure that could be called a heaven-defying treasure would never be unknown in the world of immortal cultivation.

At this time, Zhang Fan saw that the other party seemed a little hard to resist those low-level talismans, and his eyes lit up immediately. Not only did he put away his thoughts of running away at any time, but he also slapped the Qiankun bag without hesitation and sacrificed the passionate ring.

Layers of silver-white ring shadows flashed by, facing Ji Wuxia under his head.

In an instant, the sky was filled with the vivid whistle and roars that burst through the air, showing the power of the top-level magic weapon.

Seeing such a mighty voice, Ji Wuxia's charming face suddenly lost its blood color, and her spiritual power was desperately instilled. The water sleeves on her hand once again turned into a veil wall, surrounding her body.

The sound of "crackling" passed, and the yarn wall could not withstand the huge force contained in the passionate ring, and collapsed inch by inch, collapsed back. So the passionate ring was outside and the yarn belt was inside, and the two were combined together, and a rice dumpling was formed.

This person turned out to be an embroidered pillow, and he had lost his eleventh level of cultivation in vain, and this one...

Zhang Fan whimpered from Ji Wuxia, and pulled a black jade pendant from her waist, put it in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully. I thought this was a strange treasure that almost made him get oily.
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