And as time goes by.

Zhang Feng is Yu Jian and is preparing to return to the sect.

It was not a long journey, but it was also boring.

All around are the white clouds that I often see, and I get tired of looking at them for a long time.

But when Yu Jian started flying.

I am really excited to finally be able to fly!

Although it is because of borrowing a third-level magic weapon that he can wield a sword for thousands of miles.

But I can also fly, I have achieved my childhood dream of watching TV series, and I am completely satisfied.

As for what happens next.

Just practice hard, and when the golden elixir is formed, you can control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to the point where you can fly in the air by yourself.

Zhang Feng was thinking, full of longing for the future realm, and even wanted to see the wonders of other worlds.

At the same time, when Zhang Feng Yujian returned to the door.

In a sparse mountain forest two thousand miles away.

There were two foundation-building monks placing a fist-sized spirit stone next to a big tree.

Moreover, spirit stones are hard currency in Fengzhou Continent and are even rarer items.

Even for a sect as powerful as Xuan Dao Sect, their inner disciples only have one pill a month.

This one is enough for a foundation disciple to practice Qi for ten days.

Including Zhang Feng, he was also given spiritual stones by martial arts elders.

Unfortunately, spiritual stones are really rare, and the spiritual stone mines in various places produce too little.

Zhang Feng only has ten pieces in a month, one piece is equivalent to the ghost capital fragments gathering spirits for one day.

This is already equivalent to the treatment of Elder Jindan.

Elder Jin Dan only has ten pills a month.

But these two monks were carrying a baggage, and there was a rattling sound inside the baggage. It contained at least thirty spiritual stones!

But just looking at their clothes, how do they look like Foundation Establishment monks?

At this time, they were all wearing tattered clothes, like wandering beggars nearby, living in this sparse mountain forest.

"I've caught a lot of people these days..." One of the lean foundation-building masters said while looking at the spiritual stone just placed next to the big tree, "Look at today.

Can we catch a few more people..."

"It's best to hold on to those disciples who are walking alone." Another foundation-building master had an ordinary appearance, with a patch of gray and a patch of white on his face, as if he hadn't washed his face for a long time.

Although the two of them are so 'down and out', their true identities are the remnants of the evil sect that a hundred years ago caused a chaotic war between hundreds of sects!

What they want to do now is also a kind of 'fishing' business.

Basically, they pretended to be in distress or sick, and asked for help from the foundation-building monks who came and went.

Then when the monk had a kind heart and wanted to save him, or his eyes were attracted by the spiritual stone, or he wanted to ask something, they suddenly secretly killed him!

Generally speaking, in situations like this at close range, foundation-building monks generally cannot escape.

"The female cultivator we caught last time...tsk tsk..." The black-faced monk was talking about what happened a few days ago, as if he was bragging about the excellence of his strategy.

Just as he said that, he suddenly sighed and said regretfully: "It's just that her meridians were not destroyed first."

"She is quite kind, but who knew she had such a strong character?" The lean monk shook his head, "When we were holding her captive, she directly reversed her technique, self-destructed the cyclone, and was turned into a puddle of rotten flesh by the spiritual energy.

What a pity... Otherwise, we two brothers would be happy for a few days... Hahaha... If I knew she was like this, I would have destroyed her cyclone first."

"Yes." The black-faced monk wanted to say something more, but suddenly he looked at a black spot in the sky in the distance, and then said to the lean man next to him: "Here comes someone..."

The lean monk's face changed, showing a sickly bitter look. He fell down on the tree next to him and shouted to Zhang Feng, who was getting closer and closer: "It's... an immortal..."

"Immortal!" The black-faced monk then shouted, and as if he wanted to attract Zhang Feng's attention, he kept waving towards the sky, "Immortal, save my brother!"

At the same time, Zhang Feng saw two beggars asking for help on the ground two hundred meters below, and subconsciously paused.

I thought maybe I could trigger the mission, let's see.

Followed.

The moment Zhang Feng landed, before he could ask anything, his eyes were attracted to a spiritual stone under the big tree on the left.

‘Item: Spirit Stone’

Type: Auxiliary

‘Quality: Level 3, cyan’

"You two..." Zhang Feng glanced at the spirit stone and wanted to ask what happened to these two people.

But at the moment when Zhang Feng asked and was distracted by the spirit stone.

However, the two men changed their previous expressions of asking for help, and instead used flying swords. Suddenly, one after another, two small swords one foot long were slashed towards Zhang Feng's neck!

Things happened suddenly and there were no words at all.

After Zhang Feng heard the wind, he didn't waste any more time to look at it with his eyes. Instead, he subconsciously pulled out his Tang Dao to block the lightning and flints. The 'clang' fire splashed out, blocking the incoming flying sword.

Because of the hasty block, Tang Dao was also knocked away by the huge force.

The low-quality flying sword was also broken into two pieces.

call out-

Another flying sword followed closely behind.

Zhang Feng leaned back and bent over dangerously, then unsheathed the flying sword on his waist, and struck with the flying sword that followed, avoiding the two men's sneak attack.

"Kill!" The lean monk stepped forward, his palm covered with a spiritual light, and wanted to take off Zhang Feng's head before Zhang Feng could recover!

Zhang Feng turned his head to look at the lean monk who was attacking him, but he suddenly transformed into a demon, with blood and spiritual energy boiling in his body. At the moment when he bent down, he put his left hand on the ground to use his strength, turned around, and took another step.

After avoiding the lean man's grasp, he clenched his right fist covered with aura and punched him in the chest!

Suddenly there was a 'boom'! A punch carrying ten thousand kilograms directly blasted away the lean monk's spiritual energy barrier, and then hit him on the top of the chest.

The lean monk's chest was sunken, and his body flew more than two meters away and fell to the ground, plowing a three- to four-meter-long soil ditch with a crash.

"Ahem!" He coughed a few times, struggled in the pit for a few breaths, and then there was no movement at all.

When Zhang Feng killed him, he looked at the other black-faced monk who was frightened with blood-red eyes.

Maybe they can really kill the other foundation-building monks, but it's a pity that they are already excellent in their hands and feet.

Coupled with the power of spiritual energy and demons, he is not afraid of close combat within a radius.

The two of them chose the wrong person this time.

And now.

After the black-faced monk saw the death of his companion, he also understood that he had met an expert this time, so he did not want to take revenge, but wanted to escape in a hurry.

With the strength of his foundation-building skills, he activated the sect's secret method and jumped more than ten feet away. It was impossible to really escape from here.

When Zhang Feng saw that this man was about to escape, his spiritual energy immediately circulated throughout his body. He suddenly pushed with the sole of his foot, and the rocks under his feet exploded. In an instant, he crossed a distance of twelve feet and grabbed his shoulders.

And with the blessing of ten thousand kilograms of force, 'Kacha' easily crushed his entire shoulder blade and threw him backwards.

He was in mid-air, but he could only turn sideways and hit a big tree with a crash. His left arm broke off with a "click" and fell to the ground.

Zhang Feng crossed over in one step and came to the black-faced monk who was trying to struggle to get up. He stretched out his right hand and the Tang knife that had fallen nearby flew out of the air. The handle of the knife fell into the palm of his hand through the air, and the blade was placed on his neck.

‘Click’ the flying sword was also retracted to his waist.

"You two have great strategies, but it's a pity that you don't have enough cultivation skills."

"Exalted Master, have mercy on me!" When the black-faced monk saw that he could not escape, he was so frightened that he showed no signs of being a foundation-building expert. Instead, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

"If the villain knew that it was the senior who came here, it would give the villain a hundred courages, and the villain would not dare... Please be kind to senior and let the villain go... The villain really didn't expect that it was the senior who came here.

..”

"Yes, I didn't expect that..." Zhang Feng nodded in agreement, and suddenly the Tang sword slashed down, cutting off his neck with a 'click', and with the tip of the sword, he picked out the baggage spirit stone in his arms,
Chapter completed!