After the rain, the mountains and rocks are as clean as if they are washed.

Among the valleys, a pool of lake water is clear and transparent, with several weeping willows scattered around it. The breeze blows by, and the willow branches are like brushes, painting ink paintings on the lake. The lake surface is waving, and ripples wake up the small lake. Willow catkins fall into the lake, but they fail to cause fish to play inside it, because an invisible pressure permeates the valley.

Three men and one woman and four monks surrounded a middle-aged monk.

"Are you trying to kill someone and seize treasure?" said the middle-aged monk with a gloomy face.

"It's okay to just seize treasures and not kill people." An old man with gray hair and a silver basin smiled slightly.

"It seems that you have been eyeing me for a long time." The middle-aged monk didn't seem to be worried. Although his face looked ugly, he was not afraid.

"It's not just us who are targeting you," the old man looked around with deep meaning.

"But the four of you are the first to be the first to be the birds."

"Early rising birds eat insects."

"If you get my storage bag, will you be sure to be able to keep it?" the middle-aged monk said immediately, and he naturally discovered other monks hiding in the dark.

"You don't have to worry about this. Just hand over the storage bag. Although you have bought a lot of useless things at the auction, you think there are still a lot of spirit stones," the old man said with a smile.

"The storage bag is here, who dares to come and get it?" said the middle-aged monk patted the storage bag on his waist.

"It seems you're desperate," the old man shouted, and the four of them attacked the middle-aged monk almost at the same time.

The middle-aged monk was ready to throw several talismans in front of him, blocking the attacks of the two. At the same time, a flying sword shot out and faced the magic weapon of the female cultivator on the left rear.

"Red plums rush into the courtyard"

"Good rhyme invites the clear moon"

"Autumn chrysanthemums bloom in three paths"

The Youlong Sword is powerful. Although the female cultivator is a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, she still loses under the power control magic weapon and is attacked by the Youlong Sword and retreats repeatedly.

Almost at the same time, the middle-aged monk turned around, waved his arms, and attacked the young male cultivator in the right rear. Two giant dragons condensed with power roared out. In an instant, the young male cultivator's magic weapon was attacked without his spiritual control.

"The dragon goes out to the sea"

"The dragon penetrates the clouds"

It is the two styles of dragon-tempering fist.

That's right, this middle-aged monk was Yun Yifei, whose appearance changed. Although Grandma Mei warned him to stay in the witchcraft market for a few more days and wait until the limelight has passed before leaving, he was indeed urgent. After only one day of stay, he left the market on the rainy night.

Although it rained heavily last night, it was nothing to the monk. Just release a spiritual shield to isolate the rain. But even on rainy nights, many monks who were paying attention to him followed him, controlling the flying magic weapon.

He galloped overnight and passed through several small and medium-sized markets of the Witchcraft Cult. Finally, he was intercepted by monks on the edge of the sphere of influence of the Witchcraft Cult, and the previous scene occurred.

Even though he faced three late-stage monks in the foundation building and one mid-stage monk, Yun Yifei was not worried. After all, he had hidden means, but what made him a little unhappy was that the monks chasing him were not only the four monks in front of him, but also the monks hiding in the dark. Although he was not afraid, it affected him to use some secret means. After all, he could not kill all the monks watching around him together.

"Two Dragons Draw Water"

"Dragon Shadow Four Stacks"

"Five Dragons Conquering the Sect"

Since he has taken action, Yun Yifei no longer holds his hand and connects the three styles of dragon-tempering body.

He tried his best and mercilessly towards the young monk.

"Bang"

The young monk's body was blown out by the powerful dragon. With a muffled sound, the body that flew into the air exploded, and blood rain and minced meat scattered down.

"Duan Lang", the female cultivator screamed shrillly, but the tragedy had already been caused and she had no choice but to regret it.

"The wind helps the snow dance"

"Flowers in all seasons"

"Wind and thunder are walking under the sword"

The Youlong Sword was so magical that it was just right, and it was another three-style combo. With one move, the female cultivator's retreating magic weapon was knocked away, and the Youlong Sword stabbed the female cultivator mercilessly.

"The empty mountain shines downward", the Dragon Sword pierces out obliquely.

With a crisp sound on the ground, the Youlong Sword pierced hard on the defensive shield in front of the female cultivator. The shield flickered violently, and finally couldn't control it. After breaking away from its control, the Youlong Sword hovered down and stabbed directly at the female cultivator.

Although the female cultivator ejected and took out several talismans from the storage bag, she was penetrated by the Youlong Sword before it was activated, and she looked unbelievable when she died.

It took Yun Yifei a moment to kill the two cultivators one after another. Even the old man and the middle-aged monk had not wiped out the magic transformed by the talisman, but they saw two companions tragically die at the hands of each other. At this time, they completely exceeded their expectations. They thought they would kill this person easily under absolute advantage, but they did not expect that they would be killed by the other party, and the other party looked quite relaxed.

"Walk"

The old man knew that he could not take the other party, so he felt like he was retreating. In the same way as the middle-aged monk, he raised his hands and threw out several talismans and enveloped Yun Yifei. At the same time, the two spread their bodies and galloped towards the rear.

"puff"

Not far from the middle-aged monk, a slight wave of spiritual power suddenly flashed out and stabbed directly at him. With a "puff" sound, a crystal clear needle easily pierced the shield released by his defensive magic weapon, pierced directly from his temple, and penetrated it out.

"Click click"

The middle-aged monk stood in place, but strangely retained the running posture, standing with one leg. According to common sense, the middle-aged monk who was already dead at this time could never maintain this posture, because the balance could not be maintained. This happened to the middle-aged monk because there was a layer of ice on his body, and even the ice layer was thickened.

"Bang"

But at this time, the Dragon Sword roared out, and with just one blow, it smashed the body of the middle-aged monk shrouded in the ice. He didn't want the power of the Shadowless Needle to be exposed, but at this time he was not sure whether this situation was discovered by the monks hidden in the dark.

"Dragon energy crosses the river"

Yun Yifei had already rushed out of the magic transformed by the talisman, and the dragon body tempering fist was used again. A powerful dragon roared out, as if it was infinitely extended, with extremely fast speed. He directly caught up with the old man who escaped not far away.

"Bang"

The powerful dragon hit the old man's defensive magic weapon hard, trembling violently, but was not bombarded, all because the old man controlled the magic weapon to meet the powerful dragon and shared the pressure.

But after this delay, Yun Yifei rushed over quickly with the dragon and snake flying, without stopping, and rushed towards the old man directly.

"Looking for death", the old man was puzzled, but he could not miss the opportunity. He once again used a long sword weapon and slashed at Yun Yifei, who rushed straight and had no defensive means.

"The dragon goes out to the sea"

Yun Yifei swung his fist and directly faced the powerful long sword with his flesh and blood.

Magic tool.

"when"

Just when the old man was overjoyed, something unexpected happened, which shocked him. He could only hear a crisp metal impact sound, and the long sword magic weapon flew backwards quickly. The power was so great that it did not escape the control of his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power. Moreover, he found that Yun Yifei's flesh fist showed no sign of injury.

"So great strength, so strong body," the old man couldn't help but exclaim.

"Fellow Taoist, I apologize to the fellow Taoist." The old man knew that he could not defeat this cultivator who was one level lower than his cultivation level, so he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now." Yun Yifei was not slow at all and rushed straight over.

"The dragon penetrates the clouds"

"The dragon goes out to the sea"

"The strong dragon shakes the earth"

The dragon-tempered body fist was continuously displayed.

"Bang"

The magic weapon that the old man attacked was attacked was so attacked that it was out of control of his spiritual consciousness.

"Bang"

The old man's defensive magic weapon was attacked and broke away from his spiritual control.

"Bang"

The old man's body flew backwards and hit the rocks dozens of feet away, forming a pool of blood and flesh.

Yun Yifei recalled the magic weapon and put away the storage bags of the four people and the scattered magic weapon as if nothing had happened. His majestic spiritual sense spread out towards the surroundings. He found more than ten cultivators hiding in the darkness around him. His cultivation levels vary, but most of them were in the middle and late stages of foundation building.

"I will leave if you don't take action," Yun Yifei said loudly with a momentum.

"Hehe", after a moment, seeing no one step forward, he sacrificed his flying magic weapon and rushed towards the spirit beast gate.

"Old Di, you may be able to see which sect this person is?" In the dark, He Muyao from the Soul Refining Sect asked the old man beside him.

"This person's methods are quite good, not like a casual cultivator. Maybe he is the best in any sect," the old man shook his head and said.

"What is certain is that this person is a weapon refiner, and his level of refining is not low. He looks better than my elders. After all, you can only see the method of refining through the materials and jade simplifications I gave. I have never encountered such a weapon refiner. I can't guarantee it. If you are both a weapon refiner, an alchemist and a formation master, then this person is amazing," He Muyao analyzed.

"Then it goes, it's the sphere of influence of the Spirit Beast Sect. Will we follow?" Old Di nodded in agreement and asked immediately.

"Follow, let's know where this person comes from," He Muyao said, and then used his flying magic weapon to rush away with Yun Yifei. Old Di hurriedly followed.

At this time, most monks knew that they could not get benefits from Yun Yifei, so they sacrificed their flying magic weapons and rushed back towards the Witchcraft Market. A small number of monks followed in the direction where Yun Yifei disappeared, not knowing what their idea was.

"Old Di, does this person hide his cultivation?" He Muyao asked.

"I didn't see it," Mr. Di answered truthfully.

"Since you can't even see it, there is naturally no hidden cultivation. If you have higher cultivation than you, it will be easier to face the four monks."

"It seems that this person is not simple to be able to easily kill a late-stage cultivator with his mid-stage foundation building cultivation. I am becoming more and more interested in his identity," He Muyao continued.

Two lights rushed away not far or near.
Chapter completed!