"If you want to fight, then fight. Stop chattering." Fan Zhiyi replied with eight words.
Murong Xiao shouted, "Come on!" and retreated to the back.
Fan Zhiyi really looked down upon his behavior. If his son was like this, Fan Zhiyi would be embarrassed to let him go out and embarrass himself. It can only be said that the head of the sect is also a shameless person. If the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked, and there will be snakes and rats in the same nest.
Fan Zhiyi formed a barrier in his hand to protect the cave entrance and said to Cen Jun, "Don't fight hard, just guard the cave entrance."
Fan Zhiyi's original intention was not to fight. He didn't know how many people from Tianyun Sect had come. After defeating this group, there might be another group coming. He couldn't knock everyone out. He would just hide until he got to Bing Nandong, and then fight hard to fight his way out and get away with Bing Nandong and Cen Jun.
Fan Zhiyi was now adept at creating barriers, and they were incredibly strong. Looking at the people working so hard to break the barrier, Fan Zhiyi put his hands behind his back, a calm and composed expression, quite like a master, and began to mentally plan an escape route.
At this moment, Murong Xiao roared, "Mr. Cen, why don't you take action? Have you forgotten how your brother died?"
Cen Jun? Fan Zhiyi looked at Cen Jun. Cen Jun pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes, which were always clear and full of optimism, were replaced by a deep hatred.
He stared at Fan Zhiyi, pushed with the tip of his thumb, and the sword was half out of the sheath. However, because Fan Zhiyi had no defense against him and they were very close to each other, the hilt of the sword was already against Fan Zhiyi's side.
What is the protagonist going to do? Will he turn against his enemies, or has he been brainwashed by the Tianyun Sect these days?
No way, no way, this isn't one of those climaxes in novels, is it? He's not going to fight the protagonist, is he? Can he beat him? No matter how powerful the supporting character is, they're bound to be defeated by the protagonist. Even if they win once, they'll always be retaliated by the protagonist!
Fan Zhiyi didn't want to win, nor did he want to lose. His mind was racing, and in those few seconds of silence, his thoughts had already leaped several levels.
No, if Cen Jun really wanted to kill them, he would have had such a good opportunity just now, and he had not been on guard against him. Cen Jun would have hit him with one strike, but he did not make a move.
Fan Zhiyi turned his head and looked directly into Cen Jun's eyes. For the first time, he felt that he could not see through Cen Jun. In just three days, the expressions in Cen Jun's eyes and Bing Nandong's eyes were actually somewhat similar.
Sure enough, the next second, Cen Jun's dark pupils moved half an inch to the side, and his sword was completely unsheathed, but not at Fan Zhiyi. Instead, he broke through the barrier and slashed towards Murong Xiao with the force of thunder and lightning.
All the changes happened in an instant. Lu Changfu was quick to draw his sword and block Cen Jun's sword. Cen Jun jumped up without dodging. The moment he took the sword, he used the force to flip into the air, then kicked Lu Changfu's sword, and then swung the sword. The tip of the sword was only an inch away from Murong Xiao's neck.
Lu Changfu, however, saw through the purpose of Cen Jun's moves. While defending against Cen Jun's sword moves, he also kicked Murong Xiao out, making him roll on the ground several times and out of Cen Jun's attack range. With a relaxed smile on his face, he said, "Sir, I'm sorry."
"You...Mr. Lu...how do you do things? You can't even control a little disciple? Didn't you say that he has completely believed it?"
Master Lu didn't look at Murong Xiao, who was being helped up and coaxed by his followers. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and said, "People's hearts are very fickle. Maybe you believed it at the time, but you couldn't figure it out later, right, Junior Brother Cen?"
"I have never believed in you. I can judge my brother's affairs myself. It is not your turn to use him as a bargaining chip!" Cen Jun gritted his teeth. Seeing that Murong Xiao was about to run away, he immediately wanted to chase him, but was stopped by Lu Changfu.
Besides, there were many other Tianyun Sect disciples who needed to be dealt with. Cen Jun's departure from the barrier had made him a target of public criticism. Although he wasn't caught, he wouldn't gain anything either. Cen Jun's actions were reckless and were simply a way to vent his anger.
After all, they are still young people and are too impulsive. Seeing that Cen Jun had more and more wounds on his body, but seemed to be blinded by blood and refused to hide back in the barrier, Fan Zhiyi had no choice but to leave the barrier and bring him back. But as soon as he left, the ground under his feet began to quickly form a flowing formation. All the Tianyunmen monks jumped onto their swords as if they had made a plan and left the ground one after another.
Fan Zhiyi moved his legs and found that they seemed to be stuck to the ground and he couldn't lift them up.
He fell into a trap again, but it was also expected. Fan Zhiyi knew from the moment he met Cen Jun in the ice room that it would not be easy to leave here, but it would not be difficult either. There was nothing more difficult to deal with than the evil creature that was almost close to being a god.
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Bing Nandong wiped the blood from his mouth. The restrictions placed on him by the Sect Master, sensing his attempt to escape control, began to revolt. It wasn't that he couldn't break through the restrictions, but now was not the right time. He had to hold out until he left Tianyun Sect.
He walked to the ice coffin and stared at the person lying there with an inexplicable expression. He used to love talking, and he could talk for a long time no matter what time it was, even if no one was paying attention. But now, the person with this face was just quiet, unable to make a sound.
This man must have been in immense pain when he died; the expression on his face conveyed this feeling. His skin was covered in varying degrees of bruises and bloodstains, indicating he must have endured extraordinary beatings and torture before his death. Furthermore, a dense web of needle marks covered his exposed skin.
Bing Nandong didn't dare to look at his skin covered by his clothes to see if there were any needle holes. His eyes were filled with blood and gore. He wanted to kill people. He wanted to kill everyone in the Tianyun Sect who had killed him, and he wouldn't let them die so easily.
The eerie ghost energy overflowed from Bing Nandong's body. Bing Nandong calmed down his emotions while controlling the ghost energy very quickly. His master had told him not to let others discover that he had ghost energy.
After things became a little more normal, Bing Nandong reached out and picked the person up horizontally.
He didn't know what methods the Tianyun Sect had used, but even now, the skin of the person in his arms was cold but soft. The Fan Zhiyi he had seen in the dungeon was definitely the work of the Tianyun Sect. But no matter what, Bing Nandong would never easily learn the full truth. The person in his arms would never open her eyes and smile at him again. Even if she came back to life, she would not be his Fan Zhiyi.
But fortunately, he is back.
When they walked out of the ice room holding "Fan Zhiyi's" body, there was no good place outside. The ground was bumpy, full of the aftermath of the spiritual power attack. There were many swords stuck and lying in all directions. The disciples of Tianyun Sect were lying down or fainting, and very few could stand. This made Fan Zhiyi stand out among them, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was shining, making it impossible to ignore him.
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