"Who are you? You are the one who ruined my good deeds?" He Biao narrowed his eyes when he saw a figure walking out from the opposite side, staring at him with eagerness. Seeing that the other person was alone, he asked: "I wonder what grudge you have against me?"

Lan Feihong's expression remained unchanged, naturally he planned to be polite first and then fight. He clasped his hands slightly in front of him and said: "Your Excellency and I have no enmity. It's just that your disciples kidnapped my friend. I heard that you are imprisoning him here."

, so I came to the rescue and went to your convenience to release my friend."

He Biao snorted coldly after hearing this: "No need to be pretentious anymore. You have already rescued the person and now you dare to come back. You are really throwing yourself into a trap. Let's see how I can skin you and cramp you."

Lan Feihong couldn't understand what He Biao said and was about to speak, but He Biao waved his hand, and the Qingcheng Escort disciple behind him rushed towards Lan Feihong with a big knife in hand.

Lan Feihong dodged the knife by turning sideways and kicked a man away. His face darkened. It seemed that the only solution was to use force.

All the disciples of the Qingcheng Escort Bureau have practiced martial arts and have some basic skills. They cooperate with each other tacitly. Wave after wave of fierce attacks attack the person in front of him. Lan Feihong changes his steps, moves and dodges, and uses them as he sees them.

He was able to do it with ease, but the corner of his eye kept staring at He Biao beside him, and he was always on guard, not knowing what he would do.

Leaning back to avoid two cross-cutting swords, Lan Feihong flew up with one hand on the ground and kicked two Qingcheng disciples in the chest. The two men immediately flew out and passed by He Biao.

He fell to the ground unconscious.

"A bunch of trash." He Biao looked furious and said loudly: "Get my sword." After saying that, a disciple behind him handed a black tungsten steel sword to his hand. He Biao held the sword in his hand and suddenly became very powerful.

Up, he said domineeringly: "You guys stand down, I'll teach this kid a lesson."

Lan Feihong's eyes narrowed and his face became solemn. He stared at He Biao, wondering what kind of spells he could use. Most of the spells Taoist Baimei taught him were basic spells for self-protection, and those from the Qiankun bag of the old beggar and others

The spells he found have not yet been practiced, so Lan Feihong couldn't help but worry at this moment.

"Death." He Biao shouted and slashed Lan Feihong's face with his knife. Lan Feihong narrowly escaped, and the blade scratched his skin. He took a step back and was about to distance himself, but He Biao refused to comply.

A kick was thrown from a tricky angle, and Lan Feihong blocked it with both hands. However, the force coming from his arm was really great, so he took a few steps back.

He Biao succeeded with one blow and thought he had the upper hand. He held the sword across his shoulder and looked disdainfully at the opponent in front of him. Lan Feihong stood firm with no expression on his face, but in his heart he couldn't help but wonder why the opponent didn't use his spirit.

If he didn't have any doubts about how to use the spell, he would be kicked by this kick.

"Hurry up and hand over the person, and I will spare your life." He Biao said to Lan Feihong, but Lan Feihong was confused. He clearly came to ask the other party to hand over the person, so why did he do the opposite?

Seeing that the other party didn't talk to him, He Biao showed a shameless expression, rushed forward with a big knife, and said: "I'll see if you say anything when I take off one of your legs and one of your hands."

The two fought again for several rounds, but Lan Feihong didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power from the other party at all. He thought to himself: "Is it because the other party is too powerful? It's better to take advantage of the other party's underestimation and strike first." After thinking about it,

Lan Feihong used his spiritual power to cover his hands to form an invisible force and hit He Biao's tungsten steel sword forcefully. He Biao saw the other party hit it hard with his bare hands and sneered in his heart. This sword can cut iron like clay, let alone human hands.

But the next scene made him unbelievable. He saw the sword slashing at the opponent's arm but was blocked by an invisible force. Lan Feihong's right palm actually held the blade in the air. No matter how hard he tried with his hands, he couldn't move it at all.

, a chill suddenly came to my heart.

I saw Lan Feihong's free left hand clenched into a fist and punched He Biao's chest. The fist did not touch He Biao, but He Biao's strong figure suddenly flew out backwards, and his chest was sunken like

The force was so great that I don't know how many ribs were broken.

After falling to the ground, He Biao spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. He didn't know the gap between himself and the other party, so he quickly begged for mercy: "I don't have the eyes to see Mount Tai, and I hope that my seniors will spare my life." Several disciples from the Qingcheng Escort Agency on the side even more so.

Fleeing in all directions.

Lan Feihong didn't speak, but was a little dazed. If he hadn't been merciful with the punch just now, the opponent would have been killed by one punch. Could it be that he thought wrongly? This He Biao is not an immortal cultivator at all, but an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

Master? But recalling the tricks he used to deal with Yan Xi in Baji Pavilion, I always felt that something was wrong, and for a moment I was confused.

"I have something to ask." Lan Feihong looked at He Biao on the ground and said.

He Biao coughed violently, put his hand on his chest and said, "Senior, if you want to know anything, just ask."

"Did you capture some coolies and imprison them here?" Lan Feihong asked.

He Biao had an inexplicable look on his face, nodded, and said, "Didn't it mean that senior saved the person?"

"I planned to come to save people, but I haven't taken action yet." Lan Feihong seemed to understand. Could it be that someone rescued the people first? No wonder He Biao asked him for help as soon as he came up.

"Senior, I have offended you, please forgive me." He Biao felt better and was about to get up. Lan Feihong did not want to hurt his life, but wanted He Biao to take him to the cave to find out what was going on to confirm that he had

What I just said is true.

He Biao bent over and stood up, looking sluggish. Suddenly he showed a fierce look on his face, took out a bead from his waist and threw it at Lan Feihong, then turned around and ran away.

The bead flew straight towards Lan Feihong. Lan Feihong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the spiritual power in his body poured out. The bead gradually enlarged in his eyes. When it was less than a foot away from his body, it exploded, forming a huge fireball and impacting.

Come.

After a violent explosion, a deep pit appeared on the ground, which still exuded the smell of scorched earth. The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a slightly embarrassed figure. It was Lan Feihong who activated his spiritual power to protect himself. At this time, although Lan Feihong

Nothing serious, but I still have lingering fears, and a piece of grapefruit on my arm is missing.

The bead that He Biao just threw over was not a special hidden weapon, but a magic weapon used by immortal cultivators, called the Fire Thunder Bead. The special thing about this magic weapon is that it can only be used once, although it does not require a soul.

Fortunately, Lan Feihong took precautions in advance, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing that He Biao had disappeared, Lan Feihong was even more confused. Judging from the fight just now, He Biao had no spiritual power fluctuations at all, but he had a special magic weapon that could only be made by a cultivator, which really made him
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