Out of caution, he deliberately took a detour and returned to the cave at the end of the Taiyue Mountains in Xizhou, and then entered the later stage of foundation building.
But I never thought that fate would play a trick on people.
The more I want to be quiet, the more bullshit and messy things happen!
but……
However, some interesting places appeared.
This group of seventh- and eighth-level immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, led by the man in blue, were actually chasing a fragment of a magic weapon.
Listen to the meaning...
This magic weapon fragment is also somewhat interesting, as it can actively block the monk's spiritual consciousness.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have searched for him step by step, and even searched him!
Of course, it is also possible...
It's because the cultivation level of these guys is too low.
Li Feiyu released the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage, targeting all the immortal cultivators present, sparing the mortals...
The powerful spiritual consciousness combined with Dzogchen's object-repelling technique directly snatched the long sword weapon of the man in blue.
Well, a mid-level high-grade magic weapon.
Back then, Lian Fei Sword and Talisman were snatched away at will. This ordinary magical weapon was naturally not a problem.
"This this……"
"Uncle Zhuzi, are you okay?!"
"Leave me alone...this is a senior in the foundation building stage!"
…
Foundation building period!
senior!
Other mortals were confused after hearing this and did not understand what the Foundation Establishment Stage was, but they were still horrified and shocked...
Unexpectedly, the noble young man in the last carriage turned out to be an immortal master!
And look at the appearance...
Far stronger than all these immortal masters!
"Front, front, front...senior..."
Facing the man in blue who was walking forward step by step, his eyebrows being pointed at by his magic weapon, his tongue seemed to be tied.
Can't even speak clearly.
"Humph, want to leave?"
At this time.
Li Feiyu sneered!
The next moment, only an outside cultivator was seen, bursting out with breath and breaking free from the pressure...
Stepping on the Wind Control Technique with my feet, chanting the escape spell in my mouth, I am about to leave!
Just when everyone thought that this immortal cultivator would successfully escape.
A big blue-gold hand came out of thin air and slapped the figure of the immortal cultivator to the ground.
Bang!
The whole person exploded into pieces and turned into a ball of blood mist!
Not even the dregs of meat or bones were left behind!
At this moment, everyone felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling with horror.
Li Feiyu ignored all the looks and didn't care what these people thought, but came to the man in blue.
"mask!"
The man in blue, who was tongue-tied just now, uttered two words happily: "Senior, that fragment of the magic weapon... is half a mask, and was picked up by a guy at a nearby gathering of casual cultivators..."
The man in blue said it happily.
The thing is very simple...kill people and seize treasures!
However, the men in blue's methods of murder and arson were a bit poor, allowing the other party to escape with serious injuries.
Li Feiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Wooden Emperor's Order was issued instantly!
Directly controls the surrounding vegetation spirits...
No wind blows.
However, the grass and trees began to tremble slightly, making a small swishing sound.
They were looking for Li Feiyu, the immortal cultivator who had a fragment of the magic weapon and was seriously injured and escaped.
"Senior, I...I didn't know Senior was here, I deserve to die, I shouldn't..."
"puff!"
Stab the man in blue in front of you to death with one sword!
Looking at Yan Zhu, who was kneeling on one side, his face turned pale.
The burly man also had a look of fear at this time, as if he didn't expect that the heroic and noble young man in front of him would be so cruel and ruthless!
The man in blue told all the truth and was still not let go!
For the fragment of the magic weapon, the boy still silenced and killed him!
This also means...
He...even everyone here will die!
"Senior, I am Yan Zhu, a descendant of the Yan family. I hope that senior will let these ordinary people go!"
"They don't understand anything!"
"And if something happens to the convoy, there will be people from the Yan family investigating. Seniors should be chasing the magic weapon, so why bother with all this trouble."
Yan Zhu's face turned pale and he mustered up the courage to speak.
I hope that the heroic young man in front of me will spare the worldly mortals...
Li Feiyu glanced slightly sideways.
Somewhat unexpectedly, as a cultivator of immortality, this Yanzhu... is quite affectionate and kind to mortals.
Um?
Li Feiyu's eyes flickered and he looked to the side of Yan Zhu, where the mother and daughter were wearing plain clothes and wearing a veil...
[Mocaihuan—Level: Not in the mainstream, spiritual root: none...]
Ink color ring!
This name...
Li Feiyu stared at the other party's beautiful black eyes that were red from crying just now.
Faintly recalling fragmented memories.
In the original work, the Mo family was attacked by the Five Color Sect with the support of the Spiritual Beast Mountain behind them...
Doctor Mo's widows flew away when the disaster struck.
Among them, Yan was lucky to have Mo Caihuan. When he was being chased, he met Yan Zhu, a low-level monk from Yan Ling Castle.
He was brought back to life in Yanling Castle by the other party!
In fact, the name Yanzhu only appeared once, and Li Feiyu couldn't get up for a while.
Now that I think about it clearly, I am not surprised by the temperament of this burly man.
Looking at Mo Caihuan...
Li Feiyu made a calculation in his mind.
It is mentioned in the original work that when Han Li was twenty-eight years old, when he met Mo Caihuan again in Yanling Castle, he learned that the Mo family and Jingjiao Society had been destroyed more than seven years ago!
He is the same age as Han Li, and is now twenty...a few months away from twenty-one.
In terms of time, it’s roughly right!
He didn't go to Jiayuan City that year.
Unexpectedly, after going round and round, I still got it.
Facing the gaze of the aloof Immortal Master, Mo Caihuan lowered his head in anger and nervousness.
The pain in my heart became more and more painful.
If you have spiritual roots and are an immortal cultivator...
The Mohist family will not fall.
You won’t be treated so frivolously now!
"Senior, this is my daughter... She is a miserable person. The second husband she was engaged to was just like the first one. He died before they got married!"
"I suspect that she is a widowed person with unknown circumstances!"
Yan Zhu was anxious and spoke again: "Otherwise, my little girl wouldn't be able to wear plain clothes and pay filial piety even though her parents are here!"
Li Feiyu's eyes finally moved. As for Yan Zhu's little trick, he could only say that the other party was in a hurry.
I don't even bother to explain that I was misunderstood.
The long sword fell to the ground and stuck diagonally on the ground!
Li Feiyu raised his hand and waved, and under everyone's horrified gaze, his green-gold hand fell on the hand of the man in blue...
He took out a blue ball the size of a meatball.
"Tianleizi!"
Yan Zhu exclaimed, as if he understood something.
It's not that the young man in front of me is cruel, but he discovered in advance that the man in blue holds the Heavenly Thunder Son and has evil intentions!
Li Feiyu accepted Tianleizi and glanced at the trees on one side.
I understand that I found the guy who was seriously injured and escaped.
The fire bomb technique ignites the body of the man in blue, causing the smoke to move, and the body turns into blue smoke and goes away!
A moment!
Everyone was in a daze, as if they had escaped without thinking.
All the friends of the man in blue left one after another, not daring to neglect him, for fear that the other party would kill him with a counterattack, and they did not even dare to pick up the man in blue's high-grade magic weapon.
"Yan Zhu thanks senior for helping us out!"
Yan Zhu stood up, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and spoke words of gratitude toward the empty sky.
"We just misunderstood him..."
After Yan Zhu finished all this, he looked back at Yan Shi and Mo Caihuan, who were puzzled, and explained Tianleizi's situation.
"Such a young foundation-building monk has a bright future and is not ruthless..."
"Just now...if I really fell in love with the lottery ring, it would be my fault. You must know that this is definitely a rare match for a thousand years!"
Listening to Yan Zhu's words, Yan and Mo Caihuan looked at each other.
Mo Caihuan just shook his head, but felt that he had lost something.