Martial arts start from Lu Ding Ji

When he recovered, he had to suck a few mouthfuls of blood.

It's a pity that at this time, his cold poison broke out, and the blood in his whole body was almost stagnant, let alone recovering.

Qin Fan smiled, and said: "Wei Yixiao, the little girl you captured is the granddaughter of the White-Browed Eagle King. You can decide whether you want to suck her blood or not."

After saying this, Qin Fan pointed at Wei Yixiao.

Immediately, a fiery Jiuyang internal force penetrated into Wei Yixiao's body.

Then Qin Fan tipped his toes and chased after Bu Dai Monk.

Qin Fan wants to subdue Mingjiao.

As one of the Four Great Dharma Kings, Wei Yixiao's lightness kung fu is the best in martial arts, so Qin Fan naturally wouldn't let him die like this.

So he hit a yang finger force to protect his heart.

Of course, Qin Fan didn't take action to get rid of the cold poison on his body.

When he sits on the position of the leader of the Ming sect, it will not be too late to make a move.

And with this one yang finger force, Wei Yixiao can restore his mobility in less than a stick of incense.

Wei Yixiao was taken aback, and the way he looked at Qin Fan suddenly changed.

Who is the other party?

Why do you know so much, and why do you want to save yourself?

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Zhang Wuji was put into the Qiankun air bag, struggling frantically, but he couldn't break free.

Zhang Wuji said anxiously, "Who are you? Let me go."

"I can't say it, I can't let it go."

"why?"

"How can there be so many reasons, I can't say that I can't let it go, I just can't let it go."

"..."

Having said that, I felt a little dizzy.

"I said boy, who was that young man with you just now?" He asked.

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, but did not answer, but instead asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Hey, monk, I was going to catch you two, but unfortunately, that kid is a bit wicked in martial arts. I have to catch you, monk, and run away." He said with a smile.

Zhang Wuji was silent when he heard the words, and couldn't help thinking that Qin Fan would also know about the Nine Suns Divine Art.

He couldn't say that Zhang Wuji didn't answer, and he didn't ask any more questions, he just kept running wildly.

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Qin Fan chased after the unspeakable monk, but unfortunately he ran for a long time, but did not find the unspeakable figure.

Qin Fan slapped his head, shook his head and said, "It's hard to say that although he is one of the five scattered people, when it comes to lightness kung fu, he is definitely not as good as Wei Yixiao."

Since he didn't find him after chasing him for a long time, there was only one possibility, he was chasing in the wrong direction.

To be precise, this guy changed directions halfway through.

After all, he is not familiar with these hidden roads of Guangmingding.

Qin Fan changed direction and continued to chase, stopped for a while, and then changed direction again.

After tossing back and forth for a stick of incense, Qin Fan found a rag on a thorn, and then he determined the direction and chased after it with all his strength.

Qin Fan flew all the way, his body turned into a cloud of green smoke, and flew quickly in the mountains and forests.

In less than half a column of incense, I saw a group of buildings in front of me, and I thought it was the bright top.

Qin Fan jumped onto a roof.

Looking around, looking for the Mingjiao Conference Hall.

At this time, all the disciples of Mingjiao went down the mountain to resist the people of the six major sects, and the top of the Guangming Peak was basically spared. Otherwise, Qin Fan would have been discovered by people standing on the roof so ostentatiously.

Suddenly.

Qin Fan sensed a surge of internal energy fluctuations.

And the faint sound of yelling.

"there."

Qin Fan's eyes flashed, he tiptoed, and flew away in an instant.

And after Qin Fan found the conference hall.

However, in the conference hall, all the masters of the Ming Cult fell to the ground, and beside them, a monk was sitting cross-legged, healing his wounds.

Qin Fan, who was familiar with the original work, glanced at it and understood the situation.

Mingjiao high-level infighting, and then, was exploited by Cheng Kun.

"You guys are going too fast. I haven't arrived yet, so you're done?" Qin Fan walked into the meeting hall with a smile.

Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard Qin Fan's voice.

He quickly looked towards the door.

"It's you!"

Wei Yixiao, it's hard to say that the two of them were surprised when they saw Qin Fan.

All the masters of Mingjiao couldn't help but feel happy when they saw Wei Yixiao and they knew Qin Fan.

Cheng Kun, his heart sank, and he secretly said: "If this person belongs to the Ming Cult, my life is over!"

Qin Fan glanced at Wei Yixiao, and saw that his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to die.

He couldn't help but tut his tongue: "I said old bat, you are too old, you almost froze yourself to death from the cold poison attack, and now you have suffered such a serious injury."

Wei Yixiao pulled out an ugly smile, and said weakly: "I haven't thanked you yet...Thank you, Young Hero, for your kindness in saving me."

Qin Fan protected his heart with that finger, so he naturally knew it.

After he recovered, he rushed back to Bright Summit.

It's a pity that the brothers in the church were in strife, and this damned monk took advantage of the loophole.

Just now, he used his last strength to sneak attack on Cheng Kun, and at this time he was even more injured.

Qin Fan waved his hand, and then looked at the inexplicable monk: "You monk is very cunning, and you turned around several times on the road, which is really easy for me to find."

Unable to say, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Young Xia's martial arts are very powerful. I was afraid of being overtaken by monks, so I made this decision. I didn't expect the young Xia to chase after him."

"Young Master Qin, Young Master Qin..."

At this time, the cloth bag on the other side wriggled, and Zhang Wuji's voice came from inside.

"Brother Zeng."

A smile flashed across Qin Fan's eyes.

"Young Master Qin, please help me and let me go out. I am very grateful."

Zhang Wuji said quickly.

Qin Fan shook his head and said, "Brother Zeng, you can just break the cloth bag."

Help him open it, naturally, there is no problem.

But Qin Fan didn't want to do this, because this was Zhang Wuji's chance.

Zhang Wuji can use this to get through the entrances all over his body. "Young Master Qin, I don't know what material this cloth bag is made of. I tried many methods, but I just can't open it." Zhang Wuji said bitterly.

He couldn't say that he heard the words from the side, his face was bright, and he laughed: "This cloth bag is my proud treasure of the monk, let alone you, the master in the world, as long as you enter my cloth bag, don't think about it."