In mid-air, the old man casually drew two lines in front of him, and a white cloud condensed in front of him. As the cloud flowed, a young face appeared.

"This is the monk who escorted you all the way. Do you recognize him?"

"Brother Yi?" Yan Zhengyan said in surprise.

After listening to Yan Zhengyan's story, the old man nodded, thinking, "The escort of Dalin Escort Agency? A first-class master at such a young age? Hehe, he is also a man with a story. It seems that he does not want to reveal his identity as a cultivator. Either he has a secret or he has an enemy.

But this has nothing to do with you. As he said, he probably wanted to save your lives for the sake of your junior brother. His foundation is pretty solid. Even if I didn't show up, he should be able to hold back Li Yu and let you leave safely."

Yan Zhengyan nodded, "If it weren't for Brother Yi, I would have died last night, and the Flying Eagle Escort Agency would have been destroyed today. How could I have met you?"

The old man nodded and patted Yan Zheng's head. "This person can be considered as your family's benefactor. When you have achieved success in your cultivation, you can lend a hand when you meet him again."

Yi Ming smiled lightly, but this time he did not use the invisible needle. Instead, he used the "Flying Light and Shadow Sword Technique" with the yellow-grade top-grade flying sword left by Li Ziyang. The sword light alternated between light and darkness, and evolved into hundreds of sword lights, flickering in light and darkness, gorgeous and beautiful.

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"Shameless villain!"

With a scream, the one who was hit first was the first to escape. The man was about to run into the woods, but suddenly a line of blood spurted out from the back of his heart. He let out a scream and fell down.

While screaming, he leaped out, his body floating and turning in the air, which really had some of the charm of a flying crane.

Of course Yi Ming would not save him, so old man Feihe was still in mid-air, trying his best to dodge the hidden arrows and scimitar, but in the end he was pierced through the throat by the long sword, and that was the end of the matter.

Yan Zheng nodded in confusion, thinking that this elder brother could already save his father's life. He didn't know how long it would take for him to surpass him. How could he help him? The old man laughed and said nothing. With the strength of his own sect and the aptitude of the young man, he would be able to advance to the Condensation Stage in three years at most. At that time, it would be a question whether the escort of this escort agency could advance to the late stage of Qi Refining.

Not to mention Yi Ming, even the people of Feiying Village couldn't stand it anymore. They wielded a long sword, two scimitars, and three sleeve arrows and shot towards the location where old man Feihe was.

“Snap! Snap!”

"Senior, save me!"

However, he was still two meters away from Yi Ming when a sword light flashed in the void. The two-foot-long flying sword brought out a ten-meter-long stream of light and instantly arrived under the eyes of the second village chief. Its speed was so fast that it had already exceeded his reaction speed.

"Kill! Let's surround him together. He is far inferior to the old man just now, and he is not as good as my master. We can kill him!"

"Kill!" Han Yichen roared, stretched out his eagle claws, and pounced towards Yi Ming first.

…

Han Yichen and his group's expressions changed drastically. The old man's instructions to Yi Ming before he left were to "clean them up".

“…”

Yi Mingjian pointed twice, and the flying sword swung lightly around Han Yichen, severing all the tendons in his hands and feet.

Han Yichen and his group were stunned.

"What a beautiful sword light."

Under the second village chief's horrified eyes, the flying sword's light dissipated, lightly stroked his neck from left to right, and then lightly returned to Yi Ming's hand.

Yi Ming's expression was calm, his body remained motionless, and he used the "Cloud Piercing Escape" technique with his feet. He was close to the people in Feiying Village in the blink of an eye.

How could a mere martial arts master withstand an invisible needle?

Han Yichen roared, hooked his hands into the shape of eagle claws, and sharp Qi was looming at his fingertips, quite fierce. Everyone in Feiying Village looked at each other. They were not clear about the classification of cultivators, but looking at Han Yichen, it seemed that there was still hope of victory? The second village chief roared, his muscles bulged, stepped forward, and a pair of fists as big as casserole pots were like a pair of meteor hammers, bringing a whistling sound, smashing down on Yi Ming's head, with a ferocious face, as if he wanted to smash Yi Ming's head.

Not to mention the old man who flew away with a dozen people and several carts from the Flying Eagle Escort Agency, let’s just talk about the people who are still on the path.

Looking up at Yi Ming, Han Yichen swallowed his saliva, clasped his fists and said, "My dear senior, as the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Chief Escort Yan and the Flying Eagle Escort Agency are not harmed at all. Why don't we just settle the matter? I will go back and persuade my father to move to the Flying Eagle Village and never stay outside Dongjun City. What do you think?"

Yi Ming chuckled. His thin face after the disguise did not look like a good person. "How about me? I would like to agree to you, but I dare not. Didn't you hear what the senior said before he left?"

Han Yichen's face turned pale, and the people from Feiying Village behind him were even more shocked. The man with two scimitars on his waist didn't say a word and rushed directly into the woods beside him.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword, a ghost-head knife, and a stick that reached the eyebrows followed and surrounded Yi Ming from all sides.

The master of his young village chief, the ninth master of the Yukong Tower, a powerful cultivation world force, and a great master in the late stage of Qi training, was just killed by a slap in the face? Han Yichen's face turned pale and blue. The joy of his master just now had not completely dissipated, and he had to face the danger of losing his master.

This was the last thought of the three Feiyingzhai men. The next moment they sighed, the flying sword had pierced through their eyebrows.

Elder Feihe was the first to lose his temper and cried out, "Senior, I am not in the same group with them. I am from Mingxun City, not a bandit from Feiying Village!"

It’s not that Yi Ming is not a decisive and ruthless person, it’s just that he is still outside the world of cultivation, so he always wants to catch someone and find out some news about the world of cultivation.

However, Han Yichen disappointed Yi Ming. He had just advanced to the first level of Qi Refining and was a typical weakling. His master did not tell him anything about the world of cultivation, but only explained to him the strength of Yukong Tower.

Yukong Tower is a force located nearly a thousand miles away in the north. It has a history of three hundred years and controls a city comparable to Hualin City. The first and second floor masters are both in the Nascent Soul stage. They dominate an area of ​​hundreds of miles and have three affiliated small cities.

“Only cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, who are able to fly, can live a little more comfortably in this world.” Yi Ming sighed, feeling a sense of urgency in his heart.

Thanks to Daoist Zi Ye Han Shuang and Daoist Man Tian Feng Shuang for their support!! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)