Chapter 109 A sigh! Fragments of the magic weapon!
As soon as I left the Yellow Maple Valley.
I noticed that the eyes behind me disappeared.
You can't feel the other person's malice.
But he still felt uneasy and shook his head slightly. Li Feiyu directly used Smoke and Cloud Movement to leave, walking thousands of miles in one breath.
After that, he gathered his aura and turned into a mortal, blending into the secular town.
One day later, I followed a caravan heading to Linzhou and planned to take a detour from Linzhou back to Xizhou instead of going to Jianzhou.
"Haozi, what's going on?"
"Didn't you agree that no one else will follow you along the way?"
"Why did you bring a stranger into our caravan?"
A caravan is about to set off for Linzhou.
The caravan is not large in scale, with more than a dozen people preparing to travel lightly to complete this delivery.
But, before departure.
The leader of the caravan brought back a handsome young man and even prepared the best carriage for him.
Originally, a stranger joined, but it was not unusual for caravan members who often brought people along to make extra money.
But this time, because the caravan manager’s uncle’s family didn’t like relationships with outsiders, they didn’t bring any guests with them.
Unexpectedly, something went wrong again on the last stretch of the journey.
Now, the leader of the caravan is facing questioning from his own uncle.
Although the person asking the question lowered his voice and made no noise...
But for Li Feiyu, no matter how low the sound was, it was still the same as hearing it in his ears.
He had no intention of paying attention to it.
But the person who spoke was actually a low-level monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining Stage!
This is the second immortal cultivator besides him in the caravan!
He originally wanted to avoid all immortal cultivators, but he didn't expect to encounter them anyway.
This made Li Feiyu frown slightly, opened the curtains, and took a hidden look...
[Yanzhu——Level: fourth level of Qi refining, spiritual roots: metal, wood, water and soil, age: thirty-seven...]
This is a man in his thirties. Judging from his age and spiritual roots, he basically belongs to the low-level immortal cultivators.
Li Feiyu shook his head slightly and looked away.
If he gives enough money, the caravan director will handle it.
In fact, even though the leader of the caravan was just a mortal, he still managed to withstand the pressure from his uncle, an immortal cultivator.
"Uncle Zhuzi, we are almost at Linzhou, what are you worried about?"
"What you provoked in Lanzhou was just a gangland affair involving a few monks. Why are you so worried?"
"Anyway, I won't retreat, otherwise you can kill me, uncle!"
Facing his nephew, who was acting dishonestly with his eyes closed, Yan Zhu was so angry that he wanted to slap him.
But I thought about whether this was my eldest brother's son and whether I had any descendants.
This lineage expects the other party to pass it on and continue to win descendants with spiritual roots, so they can only grit their teeth and swallow.
"Uncle Zhu, my mother told me not to embarrass others."
At this moment, the curtain of the carriage on one side was slightly opened.
A girl in plain clothes with a veil appeared. She seemed to have just cried, her eyes were red, and she spoke in a low voice.
Seeing this, Yan Zhu took a deep breath and nodded.
The caravan finally set off.
It didn't take long to arrive in Linzhou.
Sitting in the carriage, Li Feiyu, who had just finished refining the power of the 'Ding Yan Dan', didn't feel anything strange.
But he still nodded with satisfaction.
In the last few months of your twenties, taking a beauty pill can be considered a good thing.
He pulled away again and took a look at the environment outside the car.
This is his first time coming to Linzhou.
Reminds me of Yanliang Mountain in this state...
That was the garrison of Yan Ling Fort.
The Yan family's territory.
Inexplicably, I thought of Yan Ruyan.
Li Feiyu frowned, not because he thought about Yan Ruyan and the two monks, but...
"who?!"
A roar!
The low-level immortal cultivator named Yan Zhu issued a warning while the caravan was traveling peacefully!
The guards drew their swords one after another and stood ready!
But when they saw three or five figures flying over like gods, their faces all changed with fear.
When the caravan leader saw it, he immediately ran to his uncle.
Understand that these five different figures who suddenly arrived are also immortal cultivators!
Yan Zhu frowned deeply and looked a little ugly.
The opponent's cultivation level is far above his!
This forced him to show respect, cupped his hands and clasped his fists: "I'm Yanzhu, a descendant of the Yan family in Yanling Fort. I wonder why some fellow Taoists stopped the Yan family's motorcade for no reason?"
"The Yan family?"
"Brother, I'm from the Yan family."
…
Yanzhu announced his family name, and he indeed has a deterrent effect in Linzhou territory.
These cultivators from the seventh and eighth levels of the Qi Refining Stage who came here suddenly felt a little nervous and hesitant, and they all looked at the leader in blue.
"What are you afraid of?!"
"What we are looking for are the fragments of the magic weapon!"
"Search what happened to the Yan family's fleet? If the fragments of the magic weapon are hidden here, then aren't we here in vain?"
The man in blue looked displeased and shouted a few times: "It's not like you don't know that the fragment of the magic weapon can actively avoid the prying eyes of spiritual consciousness!"
Having said that, he didn't care about his brothers.
The man in blue stepped forward with Yufeng Jue on his feet and shouted coldly: "Don't use the Yan family to pressure me. I lost a treasure and I must find it back!"
"baby?"
Yan Zhu frowned: "Fellow Taoist, here are some herbs from ordinary years. There are no treasures!"
"You mean no if you don't?"
The man in blue sneered: "I've searched today. If you dare to stop me... don't blame my sword for being too sharp!"
Talking!
The man in blue turned his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, glowing blue.
Yan Zhu's face changed slightly.
Seeing that the rest of the people had already cooperated to surround the convoy, they could only grit their teeth and nod: "Okay, you are not afraid of shadows. If you want to search, just search!"
The man in blue smiled proudly when he saw it: "Let everyone get out of the car!"
Yan Zhu's face was livid, and he looked at his nephew beside him...the leader of the caravan.
The meaning was already obvious, and the caravan leader could only shout in fear, asking his family members and handymen to come out...
"Everyone raise their hands, I want to search them all personally!"
The man in blue shouted coldly again!
It immediately made everyone change their expressions.
The beautiful woman and the veiled girl in plain clothes who were helped out of the car by Yan Zhu had originally sad expressions, but now they were panicking!
"Fellow Taoist, are you going too far?"
Yan Zhu's expression suddenly changed: "They are all mortals, how can they have the treasure you want?"
"Haha, you can't say that for sure!"
The man in blue sneered again and again, glanced at the beautiful woman and girl in plain clothes beside him, and said with a wicked smile: "Let's start with you, mother and daughter, come here and let me search!"
"Who is in the car?!"
"Get down here quickly!"
At this moment, there was a burst of noise from behind the motorcade.
The man in blue frowned slightly and quickly understood that there were still people who dared not get out of the last carriage.
A look of uncertainty and cruelty suddenly flashed across his eyes!
The blue light sword in his hand was directly thrown out by the expulsion object, and it was killed directly!
"well!"
at this time!
Before the mortals could be shocked by this 'Flying Sword Technique', they clearly heard a helpless sigh!
"I just want to be quiet, why are you forcing me?"
this moment!
Yan Zhu, the man in blue...all the immortal cultivators were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their eyes looked horrified!
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
The terrifying pressure fell, forcing all the immortal cultivators to kneel down.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, a young man in white robe with red eyebrows walked out of the carriage indifferently!
Wave your hand!
The long sword that came with the killing blow flew directly in the air and turned upside down!
The man in blue kneeling on the ground was shocked, feeling that he had lost the connection with the magic weapon!
next moment!
Looking at his magical sword, it landed in front of his eyebrows!
His whole body was shaking like chaff.
"What is the fragment of the magic weapon you are looking for!"