Go forward a little in time,
Jiang Yun was practicing in the canyon at this time.
"Do you want to go back to the appointment?"
He thought of the duel agreement between Han Ziwen and himself.
But the danger of the Golden Tiger Gang made Jiang Yun decide to play it safe and secretly return to the market to see if he could get rid of Han Ziwen.
Jiang Yun released the iron leaf boat that had been refined. Suddenly, the originally small magic weapon turned into a flying boat that was more than two meters wide and three meters long as Jiang Yun input his magic power.
Jiang Yun jumped onto the iron leaf boat floating in front of him. As his mind moved, the iron leaf boat suddenly rushed towards the south like a shuttle.
"As expected of a mid-grade magical weapon, its speed is indeed quite fast, and if I continue to input mana, I can increase the speed even more. It's just that it consumes too much mana."
Jiang Yun, who was using the Iron Leaf Boat for the first time, had a blast. As a mid-grade magical instrument, the Iron Leaf Boat had an extremely fast flight speed even for a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining. Although it didn't fly high, it was more than enough for him to use.
Thanks to the help of the Iron Leaf Boat, Jiang Yun flew from the northern canyon to the north gate of the market town in just a few hours.
"Hey, what's going on? Why are there so few people?"
Jiang Yun felt something was wrong the moment he entered the market. Normally, there weren't so few cultivators there. Only a few cultivators were rushing by.
Jiang Yun secretly came to the Food Fragrance Pavilion, which was also closed.
"Could it be that Uncle Fu and the others have gone to the Monster Hunting Conference?" Jiang Yun subconsciously walked towards the fighting arena in the east of the city. Before he arrived, he heard the words of the cultivators who were heading to the east of the city together.
"Hurry up! I heard the fight was pretty intense, one guy died on the spot. There's still a second round."
"Alas! Why don't you just live a good life and stand up for that evildoer? I don't know who Jiang Yun is, but he wants the entire Shixiang Pavilion to die with him."
"Who says he isn't? I heard that Jiang Yun is from a family of immortal cultivators, and someone is practicing in a sect! If a sect takes a fancy to him, he will be very rich in the future."
When Jiang Yun heard this, he immediately knew where Shixiang Pavilion and the others were.
"Uncle Fu!"
He quickly summoned the Iron Leaf Boat, used his maximum magic power, and rushed to the fighting stage.
While the entire city's attention was drawn to the fighting arena, the law enforcement office in the center of the city,
Lei Wenchang was stopped.
"Yang Lin, if something happens to the Shixiang Pavilion, we won't suffer any consequences either!"
Lei Wenchang's voice came from the law enforcement department.
"Brother, don't be so angry. What does the Demon Hunting Society, the Golden Tiger Gang, and their feud have to do with us? Even if that Fairy Qiuyue blames us, it can't be blamed on us. It's just that some people in Fairy Qiuyue's heart, tsk tsk tsk, just..."
"Shut up!" Lei Wenchang interrupted Yang Lin loudly and continued:
"I just got the news that Jiang Yun is back. It's okay if Jiang Fu dies, but if something happens to Jiang Yun, the consequences are not something we can afford. Get out of my way!"
"Humph! In this Ziyun Market, you're still afraid of a small sect member? You're really embarrassing Master!"
Yang Lin looked at Lei Wenchang with disdain and said:
"You have no idea what a sect is. You think you are a disciple of the Market Lord. In fact, in their eyes, we are all independent cultivators."
After Lei Wenchang finished speaking, he took out a magic sword and prepared to force his way through.
After Han Ziwen fell on the duel stage, Jiang Yun stared coldly at the people from the Golden Tiger Gang and the Monster Hunting Society below the stage.
"Well, he is indeed a talented young man. It's a pity that he took something he shouldn't have!"
Fang Ling, the leader of the Golden Tiger Gang, appeared on the duel stage in a flash. The overwhelming pressure of a Qi-refining master instantly enveloped Jiang Yun, who was on the stage.
"Golden Tiger Gang, how dare you!" Uncle Fu in the audience had just finished shouting at Fang Ling when other members of the Golden Tiger Gang surrounded him.
"Miss! I have failed you!"
When Uncle Fu saw this, he finally realized that neither he nor Jiang Yun could escape. The gap between the early and late stages of Qi Refining was too great.
After saying this, Uncle Fu's dagger began to circle overhead, and he delivered a fatal blow to Fang Ling, hoping to create some opportunity for Jiang Yun to escape.
"Hmph! A level 6 cultivator still wants to turn over!" Fang Ling simply threw out a small round shield, which suddenly grew larger, blocking the incoming flying sword.
Jiang Yun was trying hard to resist the spiritual pressure from Fang Ling while holding the remaining fire thunder beads in his hand.
"Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun, why bother getting involved in this when you can just focus on your cultivation?" He secretly blamed himself in his heart. But he knew that this time he really had to fight to the death.
"Hand it over, if you do, I'll spare your life. You know what I mean."
"Haha, guess whether I believe it or not."
After Jiang Yun finished speaking, he took the tortoise shield in his hand.
"If you don't hand it over, then die!"
"Silver Needle!"
After Fang Ling finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and swung it. Suddenly, a series of cold lights attacked Jiang Yun. They were actually thin needles shining with silver light.
Jiang Yun, holding the tortoise shield, saw this and quickly tore open a golden armor talisman, waiting for the opponent's silver needle to arrive.
"What!"
But what no one expected was that
Suddenly, a white silk ribbon appeared in front of Jiang Yun, wrapping up all the flying silver needles, and instantly all the silver needles disappeared without a trace.
"Who!" Fang Ling was shocked and immediately looked at the white ribbon flying in the air.
"Miss, we are saved. Miss is here!"
Uncle Fu, who was originally in despair, shouted happily.
"Miss?"
In Jiang Yun's sight, a female cultivator was standing in the air, her fairy clothes fluttering in the wind, like a dream, so beautiful.
She was wearing a white fairy robe, as light as a cicada's wing, swaying in the wind, showing the elegance of a cultivator.
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