Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 931 Meeting of Heroes

I didn't expect to meet such an opponent here. Except for these two weird prying accidents, I didn't notice the slightest breath of him. Although even a distracted mid-stage monk, the dialect would not be frightening, but disputes easily arose. A monk is no better than a monster. After all, it is not good for him to collect the gold-type spiritual things that may exist. After thinking about it for a while, he said to the Taoist Hu in a dialect: "It seems that we need to stay here for a while. Now it seems that at least he can I don’t have the ability to see through Senran’s scroll.”

In the next few days, that weird spying intention appeared several times, but in such a long time, the dialect still couldn't detect the source of this spying intention, and it seemed to be in the same place every time. But Fang Yan didn't notice any mana fluctuations. The more this happened, the more cautious Fang Yan was. In a few days, neither Fang Yan nor Daoist Hu flew away, but quietly hid behind the cover of the dense scroll.

"Someone has appeared." Taoist Hu shouted.

As far as the eyes can see, several flashes of light suddenly flashed, passing by the side of the dialect Hu Daoist's position in an instant, and flew away towards the distance.

"En?" Seeing these figures, Fang Yan paused again, because of the peeping intent, Fang Yan didn't let out his consciousness too much, but with his eyes, Fang Yan once again discovered a A familiar figure, one of the few distracted cultivators who hunted him down on Nadingluo Star to the starry sky. Dialect doesn't know the origin of the other party, and he only heard Taoist Chenming of the Thousand Fantasy Sect call him Daoist Muye Friends, the other few people who can be with him and not lag behind at all must also be distracted monks.

After so many years, they never expected to meet this person here again. Could it be that they were the one in the battle outside the interstellar teleportation formation that day?Judging by the rushing looks of several people, they undoubtedly have a clear goal, but they don't know if they are the same as themselves, and they are going for the Jinyanshan gold spirit, and they don't know if they are on the same road as the Hua family monk, and that What is the origin of the spy's master? In an instant, many thoughts swirled in Fang Yan's mind, but it was difficult to make a decision for a while.

After a while, Fang Yan shouted at Taoist Hu: "Be ready to meet the enemy at any time, let's follow."

If someone finds out, the big deal is to back off. Dialect who possesses the Wings of Thunder Dungeon has no worries about his escape. Going after the gold-type spiritual thing, I can't even drink a little soup when I go late, as for the person who hides around and spies from time to time, I just have to be more careful.

At the moment when the dialect urged his figure to follow the previous auras, the Senran scroll showed some flaws. Although it was only a slight and imperceptible aura, it was difficult to hide the existence above the distracted mind. After a while, the dialect The figure has gone away and disappeared, just below where he stood for a long time, billowing black smoke suddenly appeared on a sword peak, and after a while, a figure appeared, thin and hard to distinguish between men and women. shape, there was a sense of gloom around it.

After two squawks, the gloomy cultivator muttered: "To be able to hide at such a short distance, and to hide from my Ghost Yinzi's Secret Art of Seeing the Truth, the high-level magic weapon is really worthless recently? There are not many such treasures in hundreds of thousands of years, and two such treasures have appeared in just over a hundred years?"

After a pause, Guiyinzi quacked twice again: "No matter what your background is, no one can enter that cave before me, quack." As he spoke, Guiyinzi's body trembled, and he re-formed. Because the black mist submerged into the mountain peaks, they disappeared again in an instant, and vaguely felt a little gloomy aura on the surrounding mountain peaks.

Not long after the strange monk Guiyinzi disappeared, another person appeared nearby. He was a woodcutter-like monk with a huge ax behind his back. Taoist Shanqiao is one of the three elders of the Hengyue Sect who is well-known in this star field. They escaped in the direction that Taoist Muye and his party had left before.

Taoist Shanqiao was still not the last one, and after a while, two more people came over, also two distracted monks, Taoist Master Haoran Zonggu Taichi and Taoist Yangming, who came from the same place as the Taoist Muye recognized in the previous dialect one door.

After searching around for a while, Taoist Yangming said, "Senior Brother Gu, this is the news from Junior Brother Muye."

Gu Taichi withdrew his consciousness and replied: "That's right, it hasn't been long since Junior Brother Muye's aura has passed, let's go, we'll rush over there immediately, outsiders are ultimately unreliable in such a matter."

Immediately, the figures of the two monks flashed, and they also went in the same direction that the previous people left.

If the dialect is here, you will be very surprised. The past few people are actually his acquaintances. Adding the monks from the Thousand Illusion Sect and the other two from the Hengyue Sect, wouldn't this be the entire team that hunted and killed Dialect back then?
Fang Yan, who had already followed the few people in front of him, didn't know that so many lively things had happened here after he left, but soon, Fang Yan noticed the movement of the light behind him, although when he was flying away, the Senran scroll could no longer Cover up the aura completely, but if it is not for a special search, it is difficult for anyone to find out for a while, especially in the case of a few distracted auras that have just passed, and the dialect who is aware of the movement stops his body again and restrains his aura , and soon discovered the traces of Taoist Shanqiao and Taoist Yangming of Gutaichi.

After discovering these people, Fang Yan showed a very surprised expression on his face.

Aware of Dialect's strange expression, Daoist Hu couldn't help asking: "Fang Yan, do you know them?"

"If it wasn't for the Senran Scroll back then, I'm afraid I would have been crushed to death by a few of them without any scum left." Hearing what Taoist Hu said, Dialect said casually. With strength, he will report back when he has the opportunity, but the dialect is not thinking about these at the moment, but why these people suddenly gather in this area. All these people also rushed here when they bought a gold-type spiritual object?

"Dialect? You escaped from these people's pursuit when you were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?" Daoist Hu's voice sounded suspicious. In the past, he had heard the dialect occasionally mentioned a few words, but he didn't expect it to be Such a team, even as the spirit of the star burial robe, it is hard to imagine how the dialect can avoid so many distracted monks with the mid-stage cultivation of the Nascent Soul, or the pursuit of the mid-stage monks. Among them, the monks in the middle stage of distraction are not comparable to the monks of the same level in Xuanlan's domain, but the cultivation level of dialect back then can be said to be almost nonexistent for these people.

"It's just all kinds of chances. There is almost nothing left. If so, I won't meet you later." Fang Yan didn't have the heart to talk to Taoist Hu in detail, and after a casual answer, he went Feeling the movement around again, and waiting for a while, when no one came again, he moved his figure again, and slowly flew forward, he was much more cautious than before, because he believed that he had the wings of thunder escape , and his cultivation strength is far from comparable to that of the past, but Fang Yan is absolutely unwilling to fall into the trap of the opponent again, and be surrounded and killed by these distracted mid-stage monks.

This time the dialect didn't fly too far away, but stopped after several million miles, because the previous dozens of distracting breaths flashed suddenly, and several waves of spiritual consciousness were directly transmitted into the Senran scroll .

"Another fellow daoist has come, today is quite lively." Gu Taichi's voice sounded.

Being sensed by others, Dialect no longer uses the Senran scroll to cover up his breath. Even if he puts it away, after a long time, it is hard to say that those few monks who have seen the Senran scroll will not be aware of this magic weapon. The breath then thought of himself, and after the divine sense sent a message to Taoist Hu, Fang Yan suddenly stood in mid-air and swept out.

(End of this chapter)