Yu Xiao controlled the flying magic weapon all the way north, the cold wind at night whistling in his ears, and the vast grassland below reflected the bright white moonlight, rippling like blue waves on the surface of a lake.

Such a scene is rare in Yulizhou, and it is truly a sight to behold.

Not long after, the outline of Xuandu City behind him could no longer be seen, and the empty wilderness of Luo Xing Yuan gave people a different kind of loneliness.

Perhaps sensing something, Yu Xiao suddenly stopped and turned around to look behind him.

Behind him was the endless dark night sky, without even a ghost, but he always felt as if he was being stared at by something, and an indescribable coldness filled his heart from time to time.

If he were on Earth, in this environment, he might think that his heart was causing trouble and he was just scaring himself.

But this is a fantasy world where immortal cultivators are everywhere and there are all kinds of monsters and monsters. Anything can happen.

Besides, scaring himself was just a psychological effect, but what he felt at this moment was real.

The lingering coldness in his heart lingered, as if he was in an ice cave, with waves of chill coming from all directions, as if the endless night was about to swallow him up.

This feeling was very strange. Yu Xiao put away the magic weapon and lowered his body, sitting cross-legged and meditating, trying to find out the source of this feeling.

At this moment, an inconspicuous blood-colored flesh insect, only the size of a thumb, quietly appeared. It landed gently on a grass stalk more than three meters away from Yu Xiao, shaking its small head regularly.

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However, Yu Xiao searched his whole body and couldn't find the source of that feeling. At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if it was a psychological effect.

As time went by, the feeling of being surrounded by coldness became stronger and stronger. Yu Xiao felt something bad in his heart, so he immediately stopped and activated the flying magic weapon to continue on his way.

He only hoped that this weird feeling would disappear after he left Luo Xingyuan.

The moment he started to leave, the bloody flesh worm that had been lying quietly before flapped its wings again and disappeared into the void at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, in the night sky not far behind Yu Xiao, Meng Zhixing and the old man were gradually approaching. They could already vaguely see the blurry figures moving quickly in front of them.

At this moment, as the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, Meng Zhixing's expression became weirder and weirder. He looked at Yu Xiao's figure and couldn't help but mutter:

"Third Grandpa, that guy seems familiar. I remember that the disciple of the Floating Light Sect who escaped from Futaba Island was the one who activated this flying magic weapon. Could it be him?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a puzzled expression: "Are you sure? At the beginning, you said that the kid who escaped was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. The guy in front was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. The two of them were

The same person? Do you feel wrong?"

"I'm not sure. After all, it's been half a year. Maybe he made a breakthrough during this time."

As he spoke, Meng Zhixing sped up the flying speed of the magic weapon under him, and got closer to Yu Xiao.

At this time, he could clearly see Yu Xiao's back. With just one glance, he said with great certainty: "Third Grandpa, yes, it is definitely him. Although I have never fought against him, he gave me

I will never forget that feeling, and the flying magic weapon controlled by that person at that time was this Yanyuan."

As soon as he said these words, the old man next to him burst out laughing: "Okay, I really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here. I was still thinking about where to find the thief who killed Zhifan. Now

He came to the door himself, just in time, today we will settle the old and new scores together and avenge Zhifan."

However, Meng Zhixing showed a hint of concern about this and asked aloud: "Third Grandpa, the patriarch said that Zhifan died with a spiritual talisman in the late stage of Qi refining. Will that boy still have such a spiritual talisman?"

Hearing this, the old man sneered and said: "Do you really think that since he is a disciple of Fuguang Sect, he can just take out the spiritual talisman in the late stage of Qi Refining? This kid definitely doesn't have a second one. Even if he does, it doesn't matter. He will definitely die today."

Meng Zhixing nodded and felt that it made sense. After all, Third Grandpa was also a genuine late-stage Qi Refining monk, so how could he be afraid of a spiritual talisman? He no longer worried about anything, and immediately activated the spirit boat magical weapon at his feet with all his strength.

At this moment, the speed of the two soared to the limit, and they flew hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Yu Xiao just felt that the coldness in his heart was slightly relieved. Suddenly he felt two bursts of breath behind him, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

Their speed was extremely fast. At this time, it was unrealistic to distance themselves. Yu Xiao had already prepared for the worst. Without saying a word, he hid the small bronze sword in his sleeve and held the small blue shield tightly.

Hold it in your hand.

Soon enough, the two people behind him were already approaching, and they stopped Yu Xiao without any explanation.

Yu Xiao had never seen the two combinations in front of him, an old man and a young man, but he could probably guess the identity of the other party. They were probably the two ghost-faced monks who competed with him for Qianzhi Ye at the auction.

But the next moment, the first words the old man spoke made Yu Xiao puzzled.

"Boy, I've had a hard time finding you. Do you think you can escape if you kill my grandson?" The old man's eyebrows were full of hatred. If eyes could kill, then Yu Xiao would be dead at this moment.

Thousands of times.

It can be seen that in the eyes of the other party, Meng Zhifan's life is far more important than those Qian Zhiye.

Love is always an important link to maintain the unity and stability of a family, and the same is true for the Meng family.

"I'm afraid you two have mistakenly admitted the wrong person. We have never met each other before. Let's talk about killing your grandson." Yu Xiao pretended to be calm. The two of them had never seen his face before, so it was impossible for the other party to recognize him.

Get him out.

In fact, Meng Zhixing had never met Yu Xiao, but he did not identify his enemies by their appearance. A person's face could change and his breath could be adjusted.

But Yu Xiao never thought that the flying magic weapon under him had already revealed his identity.

Meng Zhixing directly exposed his disguise and sneered: "Haha, I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes. You are the registered disciple who escaped from the Fuguang Sect's Shuangye Island station."

After hearing this, Yu Xiao was surprisingly calm. There was no fluctuation on his face, no changes in emotions could be seen, and he looked calm.

But beneath his calm exterior, huge waves were already brewing inside him.

When he was escaping from Futaba Island, he did kill a person. He didn't pay much attention to it afterwards, and he never thought that the Meng family would seek revenge on him.

To be able to bump into someone from the Meng family in Linglang City here today is really a trick of fate.

When Meng Zhixing said those words, he had already realized that his identity was exposed, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, it would be in vain.

But he still couldn't understand that the probability of him being chased by the two ghost-faced monks was obviously much greater than that of meeting the Meng family, but it was the latter who happened to meet him.

After all, killing people and seizing treasures can make the opponent retreat, but when enemies meet, they will fight to the death!

Yu Xiao glanced at the two of them, smiled calmly and said: "Humph, I think you just want to kill people and get goods, why bother looking for such a clumsy..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xiao suddenly became angry. His right hand hidden in his sleeve suddenly reached out, took out a magic seal and pressed it hard. The fire flashed in front of him, and the fire snake leaped into the air and pounced on it with a whoosh.

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All this is a long story, but it actually lasted less than a breath. Both Meng Zhixing and the old man beside him looked tense.

"court death!"

They did not expect that Yu Xiao would act so decisively. They immediately let out a furious cry and cast spells together. They raised their palms to gather the spiritual energy from all directions, turning them into spiritual handprints the size of a washbasin, and bombarded them one after another.

Bang!

The collision between the fire snake and the spiritual handprint released destructive energy, and the white impact visible to the naked eye knocked the three of them back several meters each.

At this time, the spiritual power mudra that came later was approaching.
Chapter completed!