"Brother Wei, aren't you going to stop him?"
Duan Chongyang frowned slightly as he looked at the murderous Shi Sansheng.
He could accept Wei Wuming instigating the Seven Kings of Tianshui Lake to ambush Yang Buhui, but he didn't expect to get involved in the matter himself.
"What does this have to do with us?"
Wei Wuming's lips curved slightly.
Duan Chongyang was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening.
yes!
What does this have to do with me?
Wei Wuming and I are just here to argue with Xu Yan.
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour Souls!"
A sinister voice echoed across the sky, and Shi Sansheng's true form transformed into black smoke.
A vast, ghostly figure emerged from the black smoke.
The lingering cold energy within Yang Buhui's body surged once more.
She had two paths before her.
If he escapes, Xu Yan will surely die, and he himself will have a slim chance of survival.
If he doesn't escape, he will surely die, but Xu Yan has a high probability of surviving.
Yang Buhui chose the former without hesitation.
Rather than risk a near-death experience, it's better to trade one's life for another; perhaps one can even take Shi Sansheng with them.
Trading the life of a seventh-level Purple Mansion Immortal for a ninth-level Earth Immortal is a worthwhile exchange!
The prestigious reputation left by my master must not be allowed to fall into my hands.
Yang Buhui completely gave up suppressing the evil magic power within her body, and then slowly closed her eyes.
She ignored the ghostly figures whistling around her.
The wind blew through my hair.
Yang Buhui opened her eyes, and a faint figure appeared.
Found you!
A flash of light appeared, and Yang Buhui drew his sword.
This sword strike is named Burning Life!
A disciple of Tianshui Palace, with only one sword in his life.
Buzz!
A ripple spread outwards.
And then, that was it.
Yang Buhui was stunned!
No, this sword strike wasn't like that!
The body... wait, what about the remaining magic power?
Why do I feel better than before I was injured? What's going on?
"You filthy bitch, how dare you play me! Die!"
Amidst the ghostly shadows, Shi Sansheng was enraged once more.
The moment Yang Buhui opened his eyes, he truly sensed the danger.
To avoid that sword strike, he changed positions more than three thousand times in an instant.
Even the pace of their attack slowed down.
What awaited them, however, was a sword strike devoid of any power.
How could he accept this?
Moreover, Wei Wuming and Duan Chongyang were still watching.
If word gets out, how will he ever be able to make a living?
Enraged, Shi Sansheng channeled his inner power to its limit.
Then he saw a person, a stranger.
The man was wearing a faded blue shirt, and his slightly graying temples made him look somewhat down on his luck.
But it was precisely this person who could suddenly appear in front of him.
Once you're down on your luck, you're no longer down on your luck.
An inexplicable crisis, like dark clouds, shrouded Shi Sansheng.
He transformed into black smoke and quickly disappeared into the distance.
......
Yes... Senior Fan!
Why is he here?
By the way, he also removed the magic power from my body.
How did he do it?
Yang Buhui watched Li Fan's retreating figure, her lips involuntarily tightening.
I don't know why, but I was quite moved.
This senior not only saved his two disciples, but also Yue'er and Yan'er.
I have no way to repay the life-saving grace, I can only... wait, what am I thinking!
Who are you?
Shi Sansheng retreated to Wei Wuming and the other man's side, his eyes fixed on Li Fan.
This guy is something else.
"Young man, take my advice, go back to where you came from!"
Li Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
His words carried a sense of loneliness born from the vicissitudes of life.
He looks...like a master!
If everyone is standing on flat ground, then it looks quite impressive.
But now they are all standing in the sky, not to mention Xu Yan, who is in a sealed-off town, in the distance.
Li Fan's attitude was rather unbecoming.
Originally, Shi Sansheng thought he was quite mysterious, but this whole thing made him see the truth of the matter.
The guy on the other side is clearly a paper tiger.
If they truly possess such strength, they must be martial artists from Yaochi.
If he were a martial artist from Yaochi, would he need to waste his breath talking to himself?
One punch could kill yourself eight times over.
Calling himself a "young man" and telling him to go back to where he came from—isn't that just putting on airs? Pretending to be strong?
This behavior is exactly the same as Yang Buhui's.
If I, Shi Sansheng, can be fooled once, can I be fooled a second time?
"Who do you think you are, trying to act all high and mighty here?"
My name is Shi Sansheng, and I come from the Corpse Demon Sect.
I'm giving you a chance now, get as far away from me as possible.
Otherwise... heh heh!
Shi Sansheng was still sneering when Li Fan's face suddenly came closer.
The distance of several thousand meters seemed to disappear.
Li Fan tilted his head with a half-smile and said, "Young man, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly!"
"You son of a bitch, just go to hell!"
Li Fan's appearance caused Shi Sansheng to erupt in anger.
Do you really think I'm an idiot?
They were fooled once, and they'll do it again.
He didn't believe that the martial artists of Yaochi in the Zhou Tian Realm would have such a good temper.
If this idiot in front of me really had any strength, he would have killed me with one punch long ago. Why would he be talking so much nonsense?
Repeatedly admonishing someone is just a sign of a lack of ability.
He could kill eight hundred of these idiots with one punch.
Without a second thought, Shi Sansheng wrapped his right arm with his magic.
This punch could pierce a mountain.
This pretentious charlatan in front of you, die!
Click!
A crisp sound echoed across the sky.
Shi Sansheng's fist was blocked by Li Fan's outstretched palm.
Blood gushed out, and the immense force of the recoil shattered the bones in Shi Sansheng's right arm.
A sharp pain shot through him, and Shi Sansheng's eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent, suddenly narrowed.
not good!
They fell for the trap.
This pretentious fellow is also a Purple Mansion Martial Artist.
He did this to lower his guard.
Next, I will face a barrage of blows.
Damn it!
A cunning warrior.
"Wei Wuming, Duan Chongyang, help me!"
Cries for help echoed across the sky.
Wei Wuming and Duan Chongyang immediately took action.
Their attack arrived in an instant.
It not only enveloped Li Fan, but also spared Shi Sansheng.
After all, they had witnessed everything that had just happened.
They had witnessed Li Fan's strangeness before.
Rumble—
The intertwining and collision of magical powers created an explosive sound.
Soon, a disheveled figure emerged from the center of the explosion.
Wei Wuming and Duan Chongyang were about to make a move when the figure hurriedly shouted, "Brother Wei, Brother Duan, don't make a move, it's me!"
"Damn it, that bastard ran away immediately."
His voice carried three parts exasperation and seven parts grievance.
Since joining the Corpse Demon Sect, Shi Sansheng had never suffered such a great loss.
Once he stood still, he saw Li Fan standing in the distance with a sly grin.
His head was still held up at a 45-degree angle, and his hands were still behind his back.
This scene immediately caused Shi Sansheng's anger level to skyrocket.
What broke his resolve even more was that Li Fan continued to nag, "Young man, listen to your grandfather's advice, go back to where you came from."
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