After leaving the city, Xiang Fanchen parted ways with the Lu family and his son.

Back at the hut, Xiang Fanchen packed up and prepared to leave for Yujian Villa overnight.

After packing his things, Xiang Fanchen realized that he had no idea where Yujian Villa was.

Since there was no one to ask at midnight, Xiang Fanchen rested for another night before setting off the next day.

the next day.

On the official road outside the city.

Xiang Fanchen was speechless and choked.

look up!

Look to the sky!

He just stopped someone to ask for directions and wanted to know where Yujian Villa was, but the other person told him that Yujian Villa was in Suzhou.

As a result, Xiang Fanchen felt bad. Although he had seen Shuiyuedongtian, he never paid attention to where Yujian Villa was.

"well!"

With a sigh, Xiang Fanchen felt that he was obviously the European Emperor, so why did he encounter such things so often recently?

It must be that the sleeping posture has been wrong recently, which has caused the leakage of European Qi, the reversal of Qi luck, and the rise of Fei Qi, which is why it has deteriorated to the extreme.

Taking back his posture of looking at the sky, Xiang Fanchen planned to wash his face and change his luck first, and then buy a horse and rush to Suzhou.

If nothing happens, he should be able to catch up with the Lu family and his son. Although they set off a night earlier than him, the whole martial arts world is blocking them, and their speed is not much faster.

As the saying goes, if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools. Xiang Fanchen spent a lot of money to buy a fine BMW and embarked on the official career again.

Looking at the endless road, Xiang Fanchen sighed again, when will his injuries heal?

If the injury has healed, why do you need the BMW on your crotch?

Xiang Fanchen is currently comprehending the knowledge of Emperor Shitian. This guy has accumulated thousands of years of experience and is known as the Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Daos. Although this is a bit exaggerated, his abilities are indeed powerful.

His lightness skills alone, and his ability to ascend to the Immortal Steps can be regarded as amazing.

When Zongyi Dengxian Step is running, his posture is leisurely and carefree, and he looks like he is wandering in a fairyland. The speed is indeed extremely fast, almost as if he has shrunk to an inch.

This Qinggong can be operated to its extreme, even faster than the speed of sound, but the whole body is surrounded by true energy and the air is pushed away. There will be no sound barrier or even strong wind.

Isn't this kind of magic skill necessary for traveling at home, killing people and silencing people? Unfortunately, I am injured and cannot use it at full power.

Otherwise, why would we need to go through all this trouble to catch up with the Lu family and his son?

However, in all the worlds, there are more than one strong person riding a horse. So to fight the emperor, you still have to ride a horse, so just accept your fate.

Pulling on the reins, Xiang Fanchen no longer hesitated, but rushed to Suzhou to find the Tong clan. Since the Tong clan has a method of cultivating immortality, they might also be able to find a way to speed up the treatment of their injuries.

"drive!"

Riding his horse and whipping his whip, Xiang Fanchen's figure gradually disappeared amidst the sound of horse hooves.

Hundreds of miles away.

Ghost Palace.

Ghost Saint invited the other five sects to hold a meeting of leaders to discuss important matters.

Unfortunately, although it was invited by Ghost Saint, there were only a few people present in the hall, not even Dongfang Bai, the leader of the martial arts alliance, was present.

After waiting for a long time, no one came, and someone in the venue finally couldn't sit still.

"Old ghost, what do you mean by Dongfang Bai and the others?"

In the hall, an old man with a jujube face and red hair asked a man with prominent cheekbones, a pale face, and a ghostly look.

The two of them are the Ancestor Liehuo from the Agni Fire Palace and the Ghost Saint from the Ghost Saint Palace.

Hearing Ancestor Liehuo's inquiry, Gui Shengyin glanced at the other party and said pitifully:

"How do I know, but I don't think they will come. Han Xun asked a young boy to come instead of him. Dongfang Bai and He Qinghua were even absent. This meeting should be broken up. What do you think?

What about? Six fingers?"

"Heh, let's break up then! I'm not in the mood to continue chatting with you here anyway."

A white-haired old man with an immortal spirit standing diagonally across from Ancestor Liehuo stood up and walked away.

"Hey, who are you talking about who is still young? Master, I am also a well-known and invincible figure in Suzhou."

"Although you are the same generation as my father Han Xun, you cannot slander me at will."

Just when Lao Liehuo was about to stand up and persuade Mr. Liu Zhi, Han Hu, who was called by the Ghost Sage as a young man, couldn't sit still and stood up to question the Ghost Sage. He was so shocked that Lao Liehuo even forgot to persuade Liu Zhi.

"Be outrageous, no matter how big or small."

Hearing Han Hu's words, Ghost Saint's angry face flashed past, and he pressed directly towards Han Hu with his aura.

"If it weren't for your father Han Xun's sake, you wouldn't be able to walk out of this gate today."

Feeling the killing intent coming towards him and the ghostly aura, Han Hu suddenly turned pale, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt down.

"You..." Looking at Ghost Saint's pale and cold face, Han Hu swallowed the harsh words on his lips again. Although he usually relied on Han Xun's power to do whatever he wanted, at this moment he was really scared.

"snort..."

Han Hu, who didn't dare to say harsh words anymore, snorted softly and was about to turn around and leave.

Looking at Han Hu leaving, Lao Liehuo and Ghost Saint didn't stop him. After all, the six major sects had not yet broken up with each other.

But just as Han Hu walked to the door, he saw a figure flying in at high speed and knocked him back into the house.

"Hey, who the hell hit me, are you blind!?"

Han Hu cursed and got up from the ground. The figure just now was very fast. He was so frightened by the ghost saint that he hadn't recovered yet and couldn't avoid it at all.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Han Hu finished speaking, a whip shadow immediately struck him and struck him hard.

"Oh, who the hell..."

"Snapped!"

This time, before he even finished speaking, another whip came.

"Ouch!"

Han Hu only cried out in pain this time and did not dare to curse again.

"Boy, your mouth stinks. If you dare to say another word, I will clean your mouth with a whip."

The person who had just slipped into the hall was He Qinghua, the only female leader among the six major sects.

At this moment, she was looking at Han Hu condescendingly, scolding him mercilessly, and after speaking, she raised the whip in her hand.

As the leader of the six major sects, who has not been in a high position for a long time and is arrogant, how can he tolerate the arrogance of a junior? If it were not for Han Xun's face, Han Hu would have been dead long ago.

Han Hu glanced at everyone present with some fear. He didn't say anything, but his footsteps were still quietly moving towards the door.

Everyone noticed Han Hu's little moves and didn't stop him.

"Oh, you are still in the mood to hold this useless meeting here. Do you know the news about Tianmoqin's appearance?" Ignoring Han Hu, He Qinghua asked directly to Lao Liehuo and Ghost Saint.

"Yes, this is also the reason why I am willing to participate in this broken meeting. A few days ago, someone dared to slaughter my disciples of the Ghost Holy Palace and left a mark."

"What mark?"

"Six-finger palm print!"
Chapter completed!