The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Before he finished speaking, Matthew took a step forward, and his figure disappeared like a ghost.

The yellow-faced man was also experienced, and he reacted the moment Matthew took action.

He took out a small yellow bell from his storage bag.

He threw the small bell over his head, and the small bell floated above his head.

At this time, Matthew had also appeared.

Without any fancy moves, a fist with a wisp of black air blasted towards the yellow-faced monk's head.

When the fist approached the yellow-faced monk, the small bell on his head shook quickly.

"Dingling!"

The small bell made a crisp sound, and then circles of yellow halos sprayed out from the small bell.

When Matthew's fist touched these yellow halos, Matthew clearly felt a sense of stagnation on his fist.

Not only that, the continuous shaking of the small bell caused the yellow halos to cover the surrounding area, even Matthew's body was not spared.

"Hehe, so what if you are a physical cultivator? I have killed no less than ten physical cultivators. Since you like to meddle in other people's business, I will let you know the price." After Matthew's body was covered with yellow halo, the yellow-faced monk laughed triumphantly.

While he was talking, the golden sword with golden light had already stabbed Matthew's back.

But before the golden sword got close to Matthew, it was hit again by the previous black light.

This time, the golden sword was cut into two pieces in the air.

"Ah!"

The yellow-faced monk's face changed.

The golden sword was cut by the black short knife, the best magic weapon.

After cutting off the golden sword, the black short knife slashed at the yellow-faced monk in the air, and a black blade light flashed out.

Seeing this, the yellow-faced monk hurriedly took out a tortoise shell-like magic weapon from the storage bag.

After throwing it out, the magic weapon was actually put on his body directly.

The blade's speed was slowed down when it touched the yellow halo, but it was still stabbing at the yellow-faced monk.

Before the yellow-faced monk could breathe a sigh of relief, Matthew's black air lingered on him, and he actually forced the yellow halo back.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With two consecutive sounds, the fist and the blade fell on the tortoise shell one after another.

Although the tortoise shell looked good, it was still shattered after being attacked continuously.

The impact of the fist not only broke the tortoise shell, but also the yellow-faced monk inside was knocked out.

After hitting a big tree, the yellow-faced monk who had just landed ran away, even leaving the small bell behind.

Matthew waved his arm lightly, and the black short knife chased after him.

"Ah!"

Then, a scream was heard, and the yellow-faced monk's head rolled off his body.

When the black short knife returned with the storage bag, Matthew ejected two fireballs, burning the yellow-faced monk's head and body.

After doing all this, Matthew turned around and looked at Wu Yanshuang calmly.

Wu Yanshuang was already so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

It took less than ten breaths from the time Matthew appeared to the time he killed the yellow-faced monk in the late stage of foundation building.

"Fairy Wu, how come you are here?" Matthew asked after putting away the storage bag and the small bell that had fallen to the ground.

"I... I was bored at home, so I came out to get some fresh air." At this time, Wu Yanshuang also found that her clothes were torn in many places, her pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Seeing this, Matthew shook his head helplessly and turned around and said, "Put on some clothes first."

"Well..."

Wu Yanshuang responded softly and hurriedly took out a coat from the storage bag and put it on.

"That... Thank you for saving my life, fellow Daoist Ma." After Wu Yanshuang changed her clothes, she whispered.

"The island is not peaceful recently. If you'd better not run around, I'll take you back." Matthew turned around and said indifferently.

"I... I'm not running around, I just want to find a spiritual medicine. I came here because there is no spiritual medicine in the city." Wu Yanshuang hesitated for a while and said truthfully.

"There are many monks on the island, and the spiritual medicine has been picked up long ago. I'm afraid you won't find it." Matthew shook his head and said.

He had just walked around the island and didn't see even the shadow of a spiritual medicine.

Hearing Matthew say this, Wu Yanshuang smiled awkwardly.

Then, Matthew escorted Wu Yanshuang back.

On the way, he learned that Wu Yanshuang was actually a spiritual plant master, and she was self-taught.

And the spiritual medicine Wu Yanshuang wanted to find was not a particularly rare one. Matthew happened to have one on him, so he gave her one.

Wu Yanshuang, who was a little familiar with Matthew, gradually talked more.

Under the setting sun, the two walked slowly on the road.

Facing this girl who didn't have much scheming, Matthew also rarely opened his heart and told some of his past.

Wu Yanshuang was very interested in everything Matthew said, and would interrupt Matthew from time to time, and then ask all kinds of questions.

When they arrived at Wu Han's residence, it was already late at night.

Wu Yanshuang said goodbye to Matthew reluctantly and went back inside.

After seeing Wu Yanshuang off, Matthew sorted himself out and walked towards Yucheng.