As he said that, he drew a talisman with his hands, "The Phantom of Wind!"

Two groups of true energy are infused with their feet. Once the wind energy comes out, the middle-aged monk will feel like wind is coming from his feet, and his speed will increase again.

Now, the distance between the two sides is slowly getting closer.

When Zhao Yunjie saw the other party slowly chasing him, he gritted his teeth and tried harder, and ran faster.

Seeing that Zhao Yunjie did not run to a crowded place, but instead ran towards the border, the middle-aged monk felt very surprised, but he sneered and said to himself: "The more remote you are, the better. You kid are seeking death. If you run to the capital, I dare not chase after you."

Both sides followed closely, and the middle-aged monk was slightly faster and slowly caught up.

Along the way, we passed through countless cities, woods, and rivers. The people from the court who came out of each city to intercept them saw that it was a revenge, and the two sides did not fight in the city, so they left nothing.

Finally, Zhao Yunjie crossed the border city and successfully crossed the border. At this time, the middle-aged monk behind him once again made a virtual painting with both hands. The wind-type magic was activated again, and he was able to speed up a lot. He suddenly caught up with him. He threw a talisman forbidden air, and a round cover suddenly appeared within 2 kilometers.

The middle-aged monk who appeared in front of Zhao Yunjie sneered and said to Zhao Yunjie: "I thought of running away with flying equipment at the border? I had expected it long ago, otherwise why wouldn't you run to the capital but run to the border instead? Do you think I don't know your plans?"

"Now, I have even put the forbidden air talisman, so you just die obediently, and you dare to contradict me."

After saying this, the middle-aged monk unexpectedly saw Zhao Yunjie and smiled.

Zhao Yunjie put down Li Ruoruo, touched his fist, looked at the middle-aged monk, smiled, and said to himself softly: "Since the third-level strengthening, I have never tried my true strength. Those six Li Ji Sects are too careless."

After saying that, Zhao Yunjie proudly posted his legs, squatted down slightly, and put on a stance towards the middle-aged monk.

Ruoru walked to the side silently without saying anything. Now, she understood Zhao Yunjie's arrangement.

Under the feet of the three people was an endless purple lawn.

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