Zhang Fan's mouth was like a leaky balloon, constantly oozing air.

His skin was also covered with wrinkles, like a balloon.

To everyone's astonishment, Zhang Fan turned into a plastic bag.

A genuine plastic bag, placed over a scarecrow.

Puppet Talisman.

"Zhang Fan is a coward, he's no good!"

"Once we find him, we'll make sure he's torn to pieces."

"Hiding won't help; the sect leader can figure out where he is with a simple calculation."

"Holy Maiden, your taste in men is terrible. Why don't you come with me?"

One of the men, with a mouthful of yellow teeth, walked towards Chi Fei.

Chi Fei gave a mocking smile: "You're already going to die."

"Nonsense!" The yellow-toothed man laughed wildly, but suddenly his expression changed, and his laughter stopped abruptly. He touched his throat in confusion and saw a blackish-red liquid in his palm, which looked like blood laced with poison.

He subconsciously looked at the people around him, only to see their eyes filled with terror, their shoulders trembling as they backed away.

His image was reflected in one of the people's eyes. A large hole had been torn open in his throat, from which dark red liquid flowed out like a tap that had been turned on.

He tried to scream, but only gurgling sounds came from his throat, and more liquid flowed out like a flood bursting its banks.

Huang Ya suddenly remembered that his neck was the spot where Zhang Fan had gotten the liquid when he was attacked.

Others also realized this, and the areas on their bodies that had been contaminated with the liquid also became ulcerated.

Bloody flesh burst open, and deep red liquid flowed from the rupture.

They were like balloons with a hole in them, constantly leaking liquid until their flesh rotted away, leaving only bare, white skeletons.

The skeleton, now devoid of muscle support, crashed to the ground and scattered everywhere.

Chi Fei took out a tinderbox, blew on it, and then threw it at the white bones.

Suddenly, the white bones burst into flames, emitting a ghostly blue light.

Once the flames were completely extinguished, Chi Mei mustered her courage and asked, "Chi Fei, when did Zhang Fan leave?"

"Last night."

At that moment, Chi Fei held Zhang Fan in her arms, feeling his well-defined muscles and listening to his strong heartbeat, wishing that this moment could last forever.

Zhang Fan told Chi Fei a plan: he used a puppet talisman to create a phantom image of himself and pretended to be affectionate with her for ten thousand minutes to deceive the enemy.

Zhang Fan had already slipped away, because he had calculated that there were more than just these five people; several others, whose strength surpassed that of the five, were following behind.

Zhang Fan guessed that there was disharmony within the Tianlong Sect, with different factions competing with each other, which was why they acted separately.

He collected the pig's blood from the explosion of the puppet talisman, added a lot of Miao poison, and mixed it together to make a new poison—Nine Deaths Powder.

As the name suggests, those who come into contact with this drug have a very low chance of survival.

However, these people are all Golden Core cultivators. If the poison is expelled in time, they can survive.

The people of Miaojiang Valley were on high alert precisely to lull these individuals into a false sense of security.

So Zhang Fan played audio in the room all night, making Huang Ya and the others feel their blood boil and their adrenaline surge.

He then took the opportunity to sprinkle the medicine on the group, and pretended to be unable to fight back and run away. In reality, he was just keeping them at a distance, almost catching up with them, but always falling just short.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the puppet Zhang Fan stopped running away and allowed the men to attack him.

This attack further accelerated the spread of the poison, penetrating deep into the bone marrow, so that even a celestial being couldn't save him.

The blood in their bodies was boiling, and they didn't realize until the poison took effect that there was no chance of survival.

Chi Fei gazed anxiously in the direction of the valley leading out of Miaojiang Valley, wondering if Zhang Fan was safe on his journey.

Under the cover of night, Zhang Fan traveled westward until he finally encountered another group of people from the Heavenly Dragon Gate about a hundred miles from Miaojiang Valley.

It's obvious that these people are far stronger than Yellow Teeth.

Seeing Zhang Fan standing in front of them, the group of people were very excited.

Whoever kills Zhang Fan will claim the greatest credit.

There were six people in total, most of whom looked fierce. Among them was a little girl with a baby face who stood out from the crowd.

The little girl frowned, her voice sweet: "Big brother, save me! They've captured me! I'm so scared, waaaah..."

Zhang Fan felt a pang of sympathy for the little girl, but this thought only lasted a moment before his clouded eyes cleared instantly.

"Old woman, it's disgusting to act young at your age, you're a pervert!" Zhang Fan said with a look of disgust.

The little girl stopped crying instantly, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at Zhang Fan.

Upon closer inspection, there was no little girl, only a frail old woman.

The old woman's eyes were bloodshot, and she wished she could devour Zhang Fan alive. She hated it most when people called her old.

The moment Zhang Fan met her gaze, she used a bewitching spell.

The people on one side were already completely smitten by her cuteness and listened to her every word.

Even the sect leader would be bewitched by her for three minutes before he could come to his senses. Zhang Fan was able to wake up instantly. Was he really that powerful?

The old woman's probing gaze fell on Zhang Fan; no matter how she looked at him, Zhang Fan was only at the Golden Core stage.

The worst among them is at the second level of the Golden Core stage, and the most powerful has cultivated to the fifth level of the Golden Core stage.

The difference between Golden Core cultivators is one level, which is a complete one-sided crushing victory. Even among Golden Core cultivators who have been cultivated for a long time, there are still great differences.

Zhang Fan: "How did you recognize me?"

He could sense what the puppet Zhang Fan saw and heard, and knew that the people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect recognized him at a glance and even knew his name.

Zhang Fan was actually a little scared, worried that these people had found out this information from someone close to him.

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