Zhang Wuji was put into the Qiankun Qi bag and struggled wildly, but he couldn't break free.
Zhang Wuji said anxiously: "Who are you? Let me go quickly."
"I can't say it, I can't let it go."
"Why?"
"There are so many reasons. I can't say I can't let it go. I just can't let it go."
Zhang Wuji: "???"
Being told this made me feel a little dizzy.
"Say boy, who was that young man who was with you just now?" he asked uncertainly.
Zhang Wuji was stunned and did not answer. Instead, he asked: "Why do you ask?"
"Hey, Monk, I was going to catch you two, but unfortunately, that kid's martial arts skills are a bit evil, so I had to catch you and run away," he said with a smile.
Zhang Wuji was silent after hearing this, and couldn't help but think that Lin Fan knew how to use the Nine Yang Magic Skill.
Seeing that Zhang Wuji didn't answer, he didn't ask any more questions and just kept running as fast as he could.
the other side.
Lin Fan chased Monk Mumu, but unfortunately he ran for a long time but could not find Monk Mumu.
Lin Fan slapped his head and shook his head and said: "It's hard to say that although he is one of the Wusan people, when it comes to Qinggong, he is definitely not as good as Wei Yixiao."
Since I chased him for a long time and didn't find him, there was only one possibility: I was chasing in the wrong direction.
To be precise, this guy changed directions midway.
After all, I am not familiar with these hidden roads in Guangmingding.
Lin Fan changed direction and continued chasing, stopped for a moment, and then changed direction again.
After going back and forth like this for a whole stick of incense, it wasn't until he found a scrap of cloth on a thorn that Lin Fan determined the direction and pursued it with all his strength.
Lin Fan flew all the way, and his body turned into a line of blue smoke, flying rapidly through the mountains and forests.
In less than half a stick of incense, I saw a group of buildings in front of me, thinking I had reached Guangmingding.
Lin Fan jumped onto a roof.
Looking around, looking for the Mingjiao meeting hall.
At this time, all the disciples of the Ming Cult went down the mountain to resist the people of the six major sects. The Guangmingding was basically empty. Otherwise, Lin Fan would have been discovered by others standing on the roof in such a swagger.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan sensed a surge of internal energy.
and the faint sound of yelling.
"over there."
Lin Fan's eyes flashed, he tiptoed, and flew away in an instant.
And after Lin Fan found the meeting hall.
But in the meeting hall, all the masters of Mingjiao were lying on the ground. Beside them, a monk was sitting cross-legged, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
Lin Fan, who was familiar with the original work, glanced at it and understood the situation.
There was internal strife among the top leaders of Mingjiao, and then Cheng Kun took advantage of it.
"You're going too fast. You're already finishing the fight before I'm here?" Lin Fan walked into the meeting hall with a smile.
Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard Lin Fan's voice.
He quickly looked toward the door.
"It's you!"
Wei Yixiao wondered why the two of them were so surprised when they saw Lin Fan.
The masters of the Ming Cult couldn't help but feel happy when they saw Wei Yixiao, wondering whether they knew Lin Fan.
Cheng Kun's heart sank and he thought to himself: "If this person is from the Ming Cult, my life will be at stake!"
Lin Fan glanced at Wei Yixiao and saw that his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to expire.
He couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Old Bat, you are too weak. You almost froze to death due to the cold poison attack earlier, and now you are so seriously injured."
Wei Yixiao put on an ugly smile and said weakly: "I haven't thanked you yet, young hero, for saving me."
Lin Fan's finger protected his heart, so he knew it.
After he recovered, he rushed back to Guangmingding.
It's a pity that the brothers in the church were fighting among themselves, and this damn monk took advantage of it.
Just now, he used the last bit of his strength to sneak attack Cheng Kun, and this time he was even more injured.
Lin Fan waved his hand and looked at the unknown monk: "You are a very cunning monk. You turned around several times on the road. It really gave me a hard time."
He couldn't help but twitched his lips and said with a smile: "Young hero's martial arts are very good. Monk, I was afraid of being caught up, so I made this move. I didn't expect that young hero still caught up with me."
"Master Lin, Master Lin"
At this time, the cloth bag on the side began to squirm, and Zhang Wuji's voice came from inside.
"Brother Zeng."
A smile flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.
"Master Lin, please take action and let me out. I'm very grateful."
Zhang Wuji said quickly.
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "Brother Zeng, why don't you just break this bag?"
If you help him open it yourself, it will be easy and no problem.
But Lin Fan didn't want to do this, because this was Zhang Wuji's opportunity.
Zhang Wuji can use this to open all the entrances. "Master Lin, I don't know what material this bag is made of. I have tried many methods, but it just can't be opened." Zhang Wuji said bitterly.
Hearing this, a look on the side showed a look of joy on his face, he laughed and said: "This cloth bag is my proud treasure, monk. Not to mention you, among the masters in the world, anyone who gets into my cloth bag, don't even think about getting out."
Lin Fan smiled and said: "Master, you are too confident."
Then he said to the bag: "Brother Zeng, although this Qiankun Qi bag is extraordinary, as long as you can practice the Nine Yang Divine Skill to perfection and open all the entrances, you will definitely be able to come out."
Zhang Wuji was shocked and thought to himself: "It is indeed true. Mr. Lin has indeed practiced the Nine Yang Manual. It can be seen that I have not achieved great success in the Nine Yang Magic Technique. My cultivation level must be too much higher than mine."
"But Mr. Lin, if you want to open all the entrances, it may not be possible in a short time." Zhang Wuji said.
"Just listen to me."
Lin Fan smiled: "Also, Brother Zeng, let me tell you something. The Shaolin monk who attacked Mingjiao masters in front of you is named Cheng Kun."
"What, Cheng Kun?"
When Zhang Wuji heard this, he was immediately shocked.
This Cheng Kun was the murderer who killed his adoptive father and his family.
Zhang Wuji was shocked that Cheng Kun appeared in front of him.
But the next moment, something came to mind.
Why did Mr. Lin tell me Cheng Kun’s identity?
Could it be that he also knows my identity?
Zhang Wuji's thoughts were spinning rapidly.
"Brother Zeng, if you don't come out, Cheng Kun may run away as soon as his injury improves." Lin Fan stimulated Zhang Wuji.
As soon as Lin Fan said these words, he felt the surging internal energy coming from the Qiankun Qi bag.
The originally dry bag of Qiankun became bulging in an instant, as if it was about to burst at any moment.
Seeing this, Lin Fan smiled slightly, moved a chair, sat down, and said with a smile: "You continue to heal, don't worry about me."
Everyone: "."
Cheng Kun was most shocked. He never expected that the person in front of him would know his identity.
Moreover, from listening to his words, it seemed that the person in the Qiankun Qi Bag had a grudge against him.
Calm down, must be calm.
Cheng Kun had cold sweat streaming down his forehead and forced himself to calm down.
Now, the mysterious young man in white in front of him has not taken any action against him, which is considered the best situation.
