Junior Master wants to exchange him for you?

When the situation was tense, a sudden cry came from the courtyard ahead.

I saw that on the ground in the courtyard, there were scarlet veins that appeared at some point, like a spider web soaked in blood, spreading along the cracks in the bricks.

Circle after circle, like a strange dark web spreading out, swallowing the entire courtyard.

In the night, a blood-red figure was reflected. The young man landed beside the well in the yard and stood right in front of Fang Cun.

Fang Cun spoke. He then coughed up a mouthful of blood, his tone still playful: "Youngest, you could go a little slower."

Yuan Feng ignored him and just threw a porcelain bottle to him, saying with disdain: "The people from Yinshu City hurt you, so why is the antidote in Nanfu?"

Fang Cun chuckled softly, like a cough, but also like a genuine laugh: "Right, in the Nan Mansion."

He began to try his luck, but the energy that had just condensed was immediately absorbed by the green light in his heart.

Fang Cun tutted his words, "Xiao Wujiu's skills are really difficult to deal with."

Yuan Feng frowned: "Still not working?"

Fang Cun shook his head and said, "I need time."

The heroes outside the courtyard were in an uproar when they saw this. Someone shouted angrily, "Who are you?! Stop meddling in other people's business!"

Before Yuan Feng could speak, a person stood behind him.

The young man was dressed in black and had a calm aura, almost blending into the night. If he hadn't stepped forward, he would have been almost ignored.

Chu Ming raised his eyes and said calmly, "You are about to tear down my house, and you still want me, my brothers, to leave it alone. Isn't that too unreasonable?"

Faced with the two 'masters' who suddenly appeared here, the forces of good and evil outside the courtyard were hesitant.

Only the borrowing talisman in Bai Xiao's hand has secretly taken shape.

The next moment, Bai Xiao, who was about to take action, was pulled down by the Silver Guard behind him.

The Silver Guard's eyes were calm and he said, "Fourth Master, we are no match for these two."

Master You Yan's gaze fixed, and he finally recognized Yuan Feng. His expression suddenly changed: "Master Priest?! What are you doing?!"

Yuan Feng remained unmoved, only frowning: "My brother didn't explain clearly? This is my home, who allowed you to trespass?"

The Yanshi was choked and dared not speak.

The heroes next to him were even a little angry because of Yuan Feng's attitude.

After all, the Yanshi people knew Yuan Feng's background well and were more aware of the current situation.

The leading purple-robed Yanshi stepped forward, bowed, and spoke in a respectful, almost cautious tone, "Master Priest, we are here solely to capture and kill the traitor. If we have offended you, please... show some leniency."

Yuan Feng said nothing. He glanced at Fang Cun in the courtyard and said lightly, "Traitor? Weren't you still the commander when I went to Southern Xinjiang?"

Fang Cun chuckled softly, like a cough, but also like a genuine laugh: "Why don't you go ask Junior Master why he wants to kill me."

Fang Cun leaned against the broken wall, his gaze passing Yuan Feng and landing on the purple-robed Yanshi. He mocked him openly, "I thought he'd found a more suitable sword, but it turns out he's such a loser."

Yuan Feng glanced at the purple-robed Master Yan and said softly, "Junior Master used him in exchange for you? He was possessed, right?"

The purple-robed Yanshi's face was gloomy. He forced himself to bow, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Master Priest, Fang Cun is a wanted traitor. Please don't make things difficult for him."

Before he could finish his words, Yuan Feng interrupted him. The young man spoke in a low voice with a very cold tone: "Who do you think you are? If you want to kill Fang Cun, let Junior Master come and talk to me in person."

The purple-robed man's face froze and he swallowed back the rest of his words.

The surroundings were silent. Finally, someone couldn't stand it any longer and shouted a cold rebuke, breaking the silence in the courtyard: "How dare you, arrogant boy, be so arrogant and presumptuous!"

With that loud shout, arrows from all directions rose up like rain.

A cold light pierced the air and shot towards him. Yuan Feng did not move, but raised his hand and flicked it, sending a gust of wind back.

Several arrows flew back and destroyed half of the corner of the thatched hut.

Broken beams and broken grass were scattered in piles.

Yuan Feng's face darkened.

Chu Ming, standing by, was quick-witted and reached out to stop Yuan Feng: "Don't use forbidden techniques recklessly."

Yuan Feng's brows were furrowed, his eyes full of dissatisfaction: "He was the one who destroyed my house first."

Chu Ming didn't let go: "Have you forgotten what you promised at the beginning of the year?"

Yuan Feng's expression showed obvious struggle, and he finally snorted coldly.

The young man raised his hand and pointed at the person who had set up the formation. He suppressed his anger and said, "You go and fix it. Make sure it's exactly the same as before."

The person being pointed at was wearing a brocade robe and had a golden-scaled sword on his waist. He was none other than the well-known elder of Tielin Fort in the martial arts world.

The brocade-robed elder laughed upon hearing this, clapping his hands and sneering, "It's just a rotten hut, broken, so what? You're so arrogant, kid—"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden sound of wind.

A force came over his shoulders, and the elder lost his shape suddenly, and was smashed hard onto the floor tiles.

The skull and the blue brick collided with a dull sound, which made the elder's eyes go black.

Dust flew up and bricks and stones collapsed.

Chu Ming, who had made the move, stood up slowly and straightened up. He just frowned and glanced at him with a cold expression that made people feel cold: "The floor tiles will be fixed as well. If you say another word of nonsense, I will ignore you."

A swordsman standing nearby suddenly jumped out, shouting "How dare you!"

Before he finished shouting, a line of blood spread out from under his feet, moving like a snake's tongue, silently but chilling to the bone.

The swordsman paused, and instantly his blood and energy surged backwards, as if all his strength was suddenly drained away.

His eyes widened in horror, his steps staggered, and sweat instantly broke out: "It's... Suo Yuan... forbidden technique..."

The Suo Yuan Blood Technique is notorious. It can bite the soul and bones, and scatter the spirit and blood together.

As soon as he thought of this, the swordsman's face turned pale, as if he had foreseen that his bones and blood would dry up, his tendons and veins would break, and he would eventually turn into dust and scatter in the wind.

The whole courtyard was suddenly filled with dead silence.

The elder in brocade clothes was knocked to the brick floor by a palm strike. His anger had not subsided yet, and he dared not even breathe.

The elder reacted and sweat broke out on his forehead. The palm strike he just made was not to scold him, but to... save him.

The group of heroes who were originally surrounding the courtyard were all startled and retreated like the wind, fearing that they would step into the blood formation.

The captain of the Silver Pivot Guards looked a little withdrawn, helplessly looking at Bai Xiao's unyielding attitude, and without hesitation, he turned his hand into a blade and knocked the man unconscious.

Without stopping, he lifted Bai Xiao onto his shoulders. His movements were clean and neat, without any delay. When he stepped out of the formation, he did not even look back.

In an instant, only four people were left standing in the blood formation in the courtyard.

Yuan Feng was surprisingly idle. He glanced at the purple-robed Yanshi who was still standing in the blood formation, then tilted his head to look at Fang Cun with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "He also has a third-grade?"

The Soul-Chasing Locking Yuan in Yuan Feng's hand is below the third grade, so don't force it, otherwise it will be given away for nothing.

This is considered general education within Yanshi.

Fang Cun laughed, his cough still lingering, but his tone revealed a hint of joking and mocking amusement: "Your eldest brother is even a fourth-rank official."

The implication is self-evident - those who practice evil cultivation all gain speed quickly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the yard suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Two sharp gazes came from Yuan Feng and Chu Ming, falling on Fang Cun at the same time, as cold as the frost and snow in early winter.

If this happened under normal circumstances, Fang Cunshao would have said: You are not allowed to tell the truth.

But, at this moment, he was truly 'under the eaves', so Fang Cun could only spread his hands and say, "Alright, I'll forgive my words, okay, you two?"

The three people in the courtyard did not take the surrounding heroes seriously at all.

This situation caused people inside and outside to feel angry and suspicious.

Just when the situation was about to get heated, a dark shadow came from the roof, stepping on the wind. Its figure was as light as a flying swallow, but it brought a chill to the face.

The moment the man landed, flames suddenly burst out from the chests of several Yanshi.

At first, it was like a wick smoldering, only scorching the fabric. But in an instant, the fire swelled and became a raging tide.

The flames were like ghosts clinging to their bones, engulfing several people.

Several people rolled on the ground, screaming in agony. The flames seemed to be connected to their flesh and blood, unable to be extinguished or shaken off. The more they struggled, the more they burned, burning them like souls.

After a moment, the flames suddenly went out, leaving only a few charred spots. On the floor tiles, there was a trace of tar burns that had not yet cooled down.

The air suddenly condensed.

The crowd seemed to be pinned down, and almost everyone subconsciously took a step back.

The visitor was dressed in black clothes with a white belt around his waist, like mourning clothes.

He walked to the edge of the blood formation, his tone indifferent and his expression lazy: "With so many people bullying a few juniors like me, Yin Shu, it won't look good, right?"

Seeing the newcomer, several Silver Guards clasped their fists and shouted in unison, "Second Master!"

Fang Xingfei glanced at the chaos in the courtyard indifferently. Without saying a word, his aura was already intimidating.

His eyes narrowed, as if he was lazy and tired. "Those Yanshi just now had some old scores with me, Yin Shu. There's no need to be nervous. Continue, continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and flew to Bai Xiao's side.

Fang Xingfei half-knelt down and probed Bai Xiao's neck for pulse. After a moment, his brows knitted slightly. "Who did this?"

Upon hearing this, Guard Captain Yin Shu coughed softly, looking rather embarrassed. "Second Master... This place is in chaos, and I'm really worried that Fourth Master will get hurt, so I have no choice but to..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xingfei simply patted his shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "Well done."

He lazily stood up, the fierce aura around him receding like the tide, and his expression returned to his usual nonchalant look. "Next time he dares to run around, just knock him out, tie him up and send him back. He made me wake up in the middle of the night and have to work because of Zhu Yi."

After saying this, he put his hands behind his back, looked around, and said mockingly: "It's the middle of the night, and you're all standing here staring blankly. Aren't you going to sleep?"

Fang Xingfei's eyes swept across the blood formation on the ground, he sighed softly, and stepped in.

As his footsteps landed, the blood lines on the ground that were winding like spider webs suddenly came alive and wrapped around him. Fang Xingfei flicked his sleeves, and a faint light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. A blue-white flame suddenly rose from the edge of his palm, reflecting the night sky like a blooming lotus.

The white flame flowed like fire, following the blood line. In a blink of an eye, the flames intertwined, and the blood array in the courtyard turned into ashes.

The white flames raged, sweeping away all the evil.

There was a lot of noise outside the courtyard. Both the good and evil factions were very excited and rushed in as if they wanted to crush the night into pieces.

Fang Xingfei remained unmoved, still squatting leisurely. A gentle Qi energy extended from his fingertips and lightly touched Bai Xiao's chest. As the Qi energy flowed, the person in his arms trembled slightly and slowly woke up.

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, his consciousness returned, and with a mist in his eyes, he called out in a low voice: "...Second Brother?"

Fang Xingfei was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He started mockingly, "Stop it, you can't yell. The Fourth Master dared to go and seek revenge on Master Yan with just five people. With such audacity, why would he need me, his senior brother?"