His spiritual consciousness clearly detected that the two men were inferior to him in cultivation. The other party also knew this and dared to catch up. There was only one explanation.
That was because the two people in the Gao Mansion hid their cultivation and wanted to trick him deliberately.
Tian Xingjian chased for several miles, only to realize that his cultivation level had not yet recovered, and he could not catch up with the white-faced man who had the strength of the inner scene.
The distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger.
Fortunately, Chen Yang also chased after him, following closely behind the white-faced man.
"Xiao Chen, I leave it to you."
Tian Xingjian stopped and gasped for air.
The fight with the Taoist consumed too much spiritual power, and I recovered some of my cultivation level, but then it dropped a lot.
He could only look at his spiritual consciousness and follow Chen Yang in the direction he was going.
When he caught up with him, he saw the white-faced man lying on the ground with a deep bloody wound on his chest.
"Did you kill him?"
"No, I still have a breath left."
Chen Yang did not strike hard, but struck the man with a sword energy.
The white-faced man thought he could take on Chen Yang's sword energy, but he didn't expect that the Thunder Sword Technique was the best at restraining the extremely yin spiritual power.
The thunderous sword energy penetrated the spiritual shield offered by the white-faced man, and then struck him in the chest.
The white-faced man lost his fighting strength instantly and lay on the ground vomiting blood.
"Boy, your reaction is quite fast, and you know how to run."
Tian Xingjian stepped forward and kicked the white-faced man.
"Please, please let me go."
The white-faced man said in a trembling voice.
"Why?"
Tian Xingjian couldn't help but feel funny.
"What sect are you disciples of?"
The white-faced man suddenly asked.
Tian Xingjian was about to say that he was a casual cultivator without any sect, but Chen Yang spoke first.
"We are disciples of the Xuanqing Sect. What? Want to come to us for revenge?"
Chen Yang asked with a sneer.
Tian Xingjian was startled and muttered for a while, did Xuan Qingzong provoke you?
Every time the blame is put on Xuan Qingzong's head.
However, Tian Xingjian did not refute, and Xuanqingzong had nothing to do with him.
In fact, you can't blame Chen Yang, he just blurted it out subconsciously and got used to it.
When the white-faced man heard that Chen Yang was from the Xuanqing Sect, his expression actually relaxed.
He lowered his head and glanced at the Thunder Sword against his neck, and shouted: "Don't do it, we are one of our own!"
"Who is with you?"
Tian Xingjian yelled angrily, and he was about to chop the white-faced man on the head with his axe.
Chen Yang stopped him.
The white-faced man quickly said: "The Thunder Sword in your hand is right? I know you. You are Ye Liubo of Xuanqing Sect."
Tian Xingjian was stunned for a moment and looked at Chen Yang.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean when you say you are one of our own? If you don't tell me how ugly you are, I will stab you to death with a sword."
Chen Yang squatted beside the white-faced man, holding his sword against his throat.
"Brother Ye, please don't do anything, I just said..."
The white-faced man spoke hurriedly and told something that shocked both Chen Yang and Tian Xingjian.
A few years ago, the white-faced man's master, the Great Elder of the Blood Evil Sect, had contacts with several decent sects such as the Xuanqing Sect, and exchanged information with each other.
Several sects relied on the reminders from the elder of the Blood Fiend Sect to avoid the demonic sect's attacks on the righteous path several times.
At the same time, the great elder of the Blood Evil Sect also gained a lot of benefits from these sects.
Hearing this, Chen Yang suddenly looked serious and said: "How can we, the righteous ones, cooperate with the Demon Sect?"