Living in the world of cultivation

Su Fan knew that these people were definitely coming for Xu Wen.

At this moment, Old Xu was sober, and he pushed Su Fan.

"Brother, hurry up and leave..."

Su Fan was amused by his words. I want to leave, but where can I go?

"Brother, where are you going? Let's fight..."

He took out two "Vajra Talismans" and slapped them on the two people.

Old Xu realized that the two had been blocked in the alley, and he knew that today might be a bad day.

He took out a high-quality talisman from his storage bag and stuffed it into Su Fan's hand.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'll hold them for a while, you can escape when you see the opportunity."

Su Fan took the talisman, which might be Old Xu's most valuable treasure.

The people on the opposite side were wearing black scarves and masks, and the leader was a casual cultivator of the sixth level of Qi training, who looked at them coldly.

He waved his hand at his men without a word of nonsense.

"Get started..."

A dozen casual cultivators at both ends of the alley took out their magic swords and talismans and surrounded them.

Xu Wen took a deep breath. He was doomed today.

But even if he died, he had to take a few people with him. He raised his hand and wanted to sacrifice his magic weapon.

But before he could sacrifice his magic weapon, Su Fan, who was standing next to him, suddenly disappeared.

Xu Wen saw a black rope flying past him with a "whoosh".

He felt a cold breath spreading in the alley in an instant, and he shuddered.

He heard a series of heart-wrenching screams in his ears, and he was also dizzy.

Several low-level casual cultivators were entangled by the "Ghost Whip" as soon as they rushed up.

This evil cultivator's magic weapon can not only corrode magic weapons, but also devour souls and attack the opponent's soul.

"Ah...ah..."

Several casual cultivators were only in the initial stage of Qi training, how could they withstand the vicious and insidious "Ghost Whip", and their souls were instantly devoured, turning into walking corpses.

At the same time, Su Fan's figure had already appeared on the other side.

Raising his hand and throwing out a handful of "Rotten Bone Sand", several casual cultivators were sprinkled all over their bodies and faces before they could react, and they fell to the ground screaming and howling.

The leading casual cultivator secretly cried out that it was not good, and he quickly slapped his storage bag, trying to sacrifice his own magic weapon.

Su Fan's eyes flashed with lightning, and the other party only felt a "buzz" in his head, and his eyes went black in an instant.

Before he could recover, Su Fan was already standing in front of him.

He didn't even draw his sword, stretched out his hand to grab the other party's neck, and swung it to the side.

Bang! !

The other party's head was pressed against the wall of the alley by Su Fan, and it exploded instantly, with blood and brain matter bursting everywhere.

The splattering blood and brain matter also splashed on his arm.

Huh! !

Su Fan shook the blood off his hands with disgust, and wiped his hands clean with a piece of cloth.

Xu Wen was ready to fight to the death, but more than a dozen people were gone in an instant.

Especially the sixth-level Qi training cultivator on the opposite side, he knew that person.

The other party was the mortal enemy of Jifeng Hall, the second-in-command of Wuyun Gang.

He was born a bandit cultivator, cruel and violent, and powerful in combat, with a great reputation in Shaoyang Market.

Who would have thought that Su Fan would blow his head off in a single encounter.

Whoosh! !

A black shadow whizzed past Xu Wen and devoured the souls of several screaming casual cultivators on the opposite side.

After devouring the souls of more than a dozen casual cultivators in succession, the "Ghost Whip" became more and more gloomy and terrifying, twisting a few times in the air and heading straight for Xu Wen.

Su Fan moved and appeared beside Old Xu.

The Dao Seed in his body exploded, and the purple electric current instantly rushed out of his arm, grabbing the "Ghost Whip".

The gloomy and terrifying "Ghost Whip" was obedient at that time, and was obediently put into the storage bag by Su Fan.

Su Fan cleaned up the battlefield, piled up more than a dozen corpses together, and threw out a "Fireball Talisman".

With a "bang".

The corpses piled in the alley were instantly swallowed by the flames rising into the sky.

Su Fan grabbed Xu Wen's arm and turned to walk out of the alley.

"Old Xu, don't go home tonight..."

Old Xu nodded with a dull look, turned to look at Su Fan.

"Brother, are you an evil cultivator?"

Su Fan was amused and shook his head.

"I am not an evil cultivator. I got that magic weapon from an evil cultivator."

Old Xu was relieved, as long as he was not an evil cultivator.

As soon as they walked out of the alley, several cultivators suddenly fell from the sky and blocked their way.

Xu Wen was stunned when he saw them.

These people were from the Qingxuan Sect. They were probably the law enforcement team patrolling the market at night and were attracted by the fire.

Of course, it was also possible that the other party was bribed by the Wuyun Gang.

But Old Xu thought it was unlikely. The Qingxuan Sect law enforcement team was composed of inner disciples. These people were arrogant and looked down on independent cultivators.

The leader, a Qingxuan Sect cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, looked at them coldly.

"You killed those people just now..."

Xu Wen was so scared that he couldn't speak. Su Fan had no choice but to step forward.

"I killed them. They were bandits. They tried to rob us in the alley just now..."

The Qingxuan Sect cultivator obviously didn't believe it. He sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense. Come with us..."

Su Fan knew that if he really went to their place, he would be slaughtered.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

He reached out and took out a flying sword talisman from his storage bag and threw it to the Qingxuan Sect cultivator opposite.

Seeing that Su Fan did not surrender, the other party was already a little impatient and was about to order someone to take down the two men.

Then he saw Su Fan throw a flying sword talisman over. He took it and looked at it carefully, and his face suddenly changed.

The other party looked up at Su Fan and his attitude became much gentler.

"Since you are encountering bandit cultivators, then you go back first. I will take this talisman first. After we investigate it clearly, we will return it together."

Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and then pulled Old Xu away.

Old Xu, who was originally drunk, is now completely drunk.

He has seen the Qingxuan Sect Law Enforcement Team, and they are different from the outer disciples who manage the market.

These guys have always been unreasonable, simple and rough, and don't even give the opportunity to defend themselves.

Not to mention the casual cultivators, they even look down on the outer disciples of their own sect.

"Brother, which high branch have you climbed up..."

Su Fan laughed after hearing what Old Xu said.

"Brother, if I have climbed up the ladder, would I need to set up a stall in the market?"

Xu Wen also thought this was true, but he thought it was not right.

He saw the changes on the faces of the Qingxuan Sect disciples with his own eyes, and they were obviously afraid of Su Fan.

But Su Fan didn't say anything, and it was not convenient for Old Xu to ask, so he could only hurriedly follow Su Fan.

It was already midnight, and Su Fan had to take Old Xu to his home.

Old Xu followed Su Fan into the yard, and his eyes changed.

Su Fan had been using the "hidden breath technique" to suppress his cultivation to the third level of Qi training, and deliberately dressed in tattered clothes.

So when Old Xu met Su Fan in the market, he thought he was not doing well.

Who knew that when he saw Su Fan's residence, he was a little unsure.

The rent of this yard would cost at least two or three hundred spirit stones every year.

Old Xu originally wanted to help Su Fan in the future, but now it seems that people would not care about his little money.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, this kid is too low-key.