Yi Ming had been trying his best to avoid people, but he didn't know what was going on with these two monks. They didn't take the main road, but only took the small road, and they kept stopping and looking around.

In order to avoid being noticed by the seven or eight cultivators in the center, Yi Ming had no choice but to choose to break through from this side. However, he was unexpectedly discovered and blocked by these two cultivators who did not take the usual route.

"Unlucky? You are indeed unlucky."

The second monk glanced at the first monk and said in a low voice, which did not even alarm the other monks more than ten feet away, "This guy is willing to come out, he must have something good on him!"

"Get started!"

As soon as the first monk finished speaking, the two men groaned in unison and fell to the ground.

Yi Ming's hand seals moved slightly, and he took back several invisible needles. He also collected the bags of the two monks. He had no intention of dealing with the corpses. He flashed and rushed into the woods next to him again.

How could there be a mysterious beast? Who is this person in front of me? "Master, spare my life!"

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The black shadow moved forward slowly and approached Yi Ming within three feet. He stopped and still did not look at Yi Ming directly. Instead, he changed the seals in his hands, forming twelve seals in a short period of time, and then concentrated all his strength into the final sword finger.

The Three Spirits Ruyi can not only emit three-colored brilliant light to defend against various visible and invisible attacks, but its body is also protected by infinite red, white and green light, giving it extremely high defense.

Seeing that Yi Ming seemed to be recovering his true energy, the black shadow quietly came out from behind the tree, stuck to the mountain wall, and slowly moved towards the depression. He landed silently, his breath was obscure, and he did not cause any wind or air movement. Even the spider webs on the mountain wall did not shake at all.

The battle was over in a flash.

The terrifying aura of the Xuan-level ferocious beast instantly made his brain go blank.

However, this was exactly what Yi Ming wanted. With one person's intention and the other's deliberate action, they both quietly flew out of the valley of Qingyan Sect and quickly headed southeast.

However, he was just a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. Wasn't it a bit too much for him to want to avoid Xiaohua? Xiaohua easily broke through his body-protecting Qi and easily drilled into his body, devouring it all the way, devouring all his blood and essence in a breath, and then opened a hole the size of a teacup on his back and drilled out from the hole.

Yi Ming's palm trembled, and the Three Spirit Ruyi instantly appeared above his head. Red, white and green lights surged out from the jade ruyi, turning into colorful streamers that hung down and protected Yi Ming's entire body.

The flying sword paused in the air for a moment, because the tip of the sword was blocked by a jade ruyi that was flashing with three colors of light.

The person coming had a hidden aura, appearing and disappearing. If Yi Ming did not possess countless skills and secret techniques, had a profound foundation, and had keen senses, he might not have been able to detect the other party.

"What!" The black shadow was startled, knowing that he had met a tough guy. He retracted his sword and was about to take back the flying sword, preparing to escape.

Yi Ming doesn't want to kill people without reason, but that doesn't mean he won't kill. More than a dozen monks have died at his hands in the past year. In order to avoid being discovered and besieged by other monks and exposing more cards and information, Yi Ming released the invisible needle as soon as possible.

"Hmm?" Yi Ming frowned. A tail followed him. It seemed that killing those two monks just now had caused some noise, which was noticed by another master.

The sword pointed at Yi Ming, and a silver light shot out from the magic bag on his waist, like a silver lightning, and reached Yi Ming's chest in the blink of an eye. Its speed was not much slower than Duan Changzhu's that day. "Ding!"

The black shadow shouted for mercy while flying backwards and using all his energy to try to avoid the black shadow.

“Hiss!”

Yi Ming sat on the ground, breathing deeply. Although his eyes were closed as if he was practicing recovery, the internal Qi in his body was already running at full capacity, ready to launch a sneak attack at any time and to deal with any possible counterattack from the opponent.

Three kinds of colorful streamers, red like crimson clouds, white like flying snow, green like dark waves, some are blazing, some are cold, and some are deep. When the flying sword slashes at the colorful streamers, it can only make them ripple slightly, and it cannot even penetrate into them by one-third.

The opponent was also a powerful cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. Yi Ming was not sure he could kill him with one blow unless he used Xiaohua.

"When I say unlucky, I mean you are very unlucky to have run into me." Yi Ming said softly, and his figure flew away without taking away a cloud.

"Are you planning to wait until I'm far enough away before reappearing?" Yi Ming thought to himself, "This way, we can prevent other people near the valley from taking advantage of the situation. It's a good idea."

With a "thump", the black shadow fell to the ground, without any sign of life. Only then did Yi Ming have time to look at the person who came.

Just two cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining actually wanted to get wildfire from him. I don’t know who gave them the courage.

After running for dozens of miles, Yi Ming controlled his pace, as if he did not notice the other party. Finally, he found a depression under a mountain wall, brushed off the dust on the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis overwhelmed the black shadow, and he was startled. For a moment he didn't even dare to use the flying sword. He quickly used his internal energy to protect his body, turned around and was about to leave. As a result, a black and white shadow flashed before his eyes and instantly reached his chest.

The black shadow was also surprised to see that his full-strength sword was easily blocked, but he remained calm. He changed the sword finger in his hand, and the flying sword pulled out a sword light about ten feet long, made an arc in the air, and went to cut Yi Ming's neck.

It is called a black shadow because this person is wearing black clothes. Of course, it is not a nightgown, but a black silk dress embroidered with gold thread, which is quite luxurious.

Yi Ming took out his flying sword, only to find that it had no handle, but the three words "Cong An Yuan" were engraved on the sword's spine near the end.

"A cultivator from the Yuan family in Cong'an City." Yi Ming nodded, confirming the man's origins.

He had been to Cong'an City, and its strength was similar to that of Hualin City. However, one of the families was said to have a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, but it did not have a Xuan-level inheritance. As for the Yuan family, the highest cultivation level was only in the late Qi Refining stage, so it posed no threat to Yi Ming.

After collecting the flying sword and magic bag of the Yuan family cultivator and accumulating some spoils of war, Yi Ming once again beat him to a bloody pulp with heavy force. After whipping his corpse, he left again with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)