C7

Thinking about it, Han Yan had an idea. He ran up the tree and grabbed the caterpillar. After grabbing dozens of them, he started walking forward. Whenever he saw Spirit Gathering Grass, he would throw one away.

He did not look at the flat areas that were easily discovered, but rather looked for some places that were difficult for others to go to.

They kept walking in the mountains until the evening of the second day, when Han Yan did not manage to find even a single Spirit Gathering Grass. On the way, a few hundred of the caterpillars had died.

He could not help but feel anxious so he could not help but increase his speed.

After walking for another five kilometers, Han Yan suddenly saw a figure.

It was a disciple around the age of twenty who wore white clothes, and his face was slightly pale.

Han Yan was shocked in his heart. This disciple's white clothes were very similar to Zhang Yuan's, so he should be an inner court disciple of the Tianming Sect.

On his way here, he had heard Wang Feng say that in the Tianming Sect, outer sect disciples wore grey clothes, Qi Cultivation stage disciples wore white clothes, Foundation Establishment disciples, as elders, wore red clothes. The disciples of the golden core stage were dressed in yellow, and the Sect Leader was wearing a dark yellow daoist robe. As for the purple-robed person, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he held an absolute position in the sect.

Seeing this white clothed disciple, Han Yan was startled, and immediately said: "Greetings Senior Brother. My name is Han Yan, I am participating in the outer sect disciple exam."

When he saw the other party's pale face, he thought that he was hungry, so he quickly took out a gourd filled with water and passed it to him. "Senior Brother, this is for you."

The disciple in white snorted, knocked over the gourd over from Han Yan, and said with disdain: "An outer disciple, trying to meddle in other people's business."

Han Yan's face became ugly, from the man's words, he looked down on the outer disciples.

Although both the outer and official disciples were Tianming Sect disciples, the difference in status was like heaven and earth. One was a mortal, with the false name of an immortal. The other was a real Taoist. Taoist had a common characteristic, which was that he did not even put mortals in his eyes. The elder who saved Han Yan could be said to be one in a million.

Moreover, Han Yan currently was not even considered an outer disciple, he was just a mortal.

Right at this moment, the surrounding wind sounded, white light flashed, and three disciples dressed in white appeared in the surroundings.

These three people were all around the age of twenty, a girl and two men. The man was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. The woman was extremely beautiful, and her entire body was emitting an alluring aura.

One of the man took a step forward, and said complacently: "Tang Xiaofeng, let's see where you can run to this time."

Tang Xiaofeng coldly snorted, and said: "This is the Tianming Sect, if you kill me, aren't you afraid that the elders will pursue the matter?"

The woman sneered: "Big Brother Tang, don't be angry! As long as you hand the item over, we won't make things difficult for you. "

Tang Xiaofeng's face turned cold as he said furiously: "Bitch, you still dare to come. If it wasn't for you, would they have misunderstood me?"

The woman moved her bangs and smiled. "Hehe! If you don't seduce me, how could they misunderstand you? "

After saying that, he even winked at the two people beside him. The two men laughed, their laughter extremely lecherous.

Han Yan finally understood the whole situation. The woman and the two men had previously planned to frame Tang Xiaofeng, but why did they do so?

Tang Xiaofeng laughed and said: "So that's how it is. You slut, even if I have to risk my life today, I will still kill you."

The white light in front of him flashed, and a long sword floated in front of him.

The three of them also took out their magic tools. One fan, two swords.

The fan in front of the lady emitted a blinding white light, and just as she was about to move, she suddenly spoke to Han Yan who was standing beside Tang Xiaofeng: "Senior Brother, why aren't you moving."

Both Tang Xiaofeng and Han Yan were stunned as the former turned around and looked at Han Yan vigilantly.

Just as he turned around, those three magic tools simultaneously flew towards him.

Only then did Tang Xiaofeng regain his senses, and with a low shout, he formed a seal with his hand, the long sword whizzed and flew forward, instantly knocking down the two flying swords, the fan that followed closely behind took the opportunity to smash onto Tang Xiaofeng's chest.

With a pata sound, Tang Xiaofeng's sternum was broken and his body was lifted up as well, falling heavily onto the ground.

After severely injuring Tang Xiaofeng, the lady said to the two beside her: "Go and kill that fellow."

In a flash, the two of them appeared in front of Han Yan like demons. One of them said, "Little brother, you are really unlucky to have seen something that you shouldn't have seen."

Tang Xiaofeng coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. This time, he understood what was going on.

There was no spirit energy on Han Yan's body, and he was not a Taoist.

With a bitter laugh, Tang Xiaofeng stood up. Seeing that the two of them were going to kill Han Yan, he immediately said: "As cultivators, don't you feel that it is dishonorable to go and kill a mortal?"

He did not want to save Han Yan, but wanted to make use of this chance to speak to stall for time.

The woman chuckled and said, "You still want to save a mortal?"

She seemed to be able to read Tang Xiaofeng's thoughts, and said with a smile: "I think you're trying to stall for time to recover from your injuries!"

At this point, she suddenly changed the topic of their conversation and shouted at them, "Kill!"

Just as he said the word kill, Tang Xiaofeng suddenly took out his magical equipment and rushed towards the lady. At the same time, his figure appeared in front of her, and the afterimages of his palms filled the sky.

If the two of them were to kill Han Yan at this moment, the woman might very well die under Tang Xiaofeng's attacks. Tang Xiaofeng's cultivation was far above the woman's, and only three people could withstand a single blow.

The other two didn't have much time to think, and immediately used their tools to attack Tang Xiaofeng's back, and at the same time threw out a few runes.

At that moment, Han Yan was actually the safest one. After being stunned for a moment, he turned and ran.

This was a battle between immortals, and was not one that he, a mere mortal, could get involved in. If he was the slightest bit careless, he would die without a burial.

Han Yan ran for more than one kilometer in one breath. Seeing a dense forest, without even thinking, he dove in.

Just as he entered the forest, he felt a sinister aura approaching. Han Yan trembled and hurriedly stopped in his tracks.

When he thought of the three people chasing him, he gritted his teeth and quickly ran forward.

Not long after that, the wind sounded from behind him and Tang Xiaofeng suddenly appeared by his side, falling straight onto the ground.

Outside the forest, the voices of three people could be vaguely heard.

"Xiao Die, should we chase him?"

"Chase after what? This is the Yin Corpse Jedi, do you want to die?"

"What if they don't die?"

"Don't worry!" This place is very strange, even Master doesn't understand, and they won't be able to hold on for long. "

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Hearing that, Han Yan suddenly felt his head drop, and then fainted.

The afterglow of the sunset shone through the gaps in the leaves onto Han Yan's body. After more than an hour, Han Yan felt a piercing pain in his eyes. He opened his eyes slightly and realized that he was lying on the ground with Tang Xiaofeng, who was still unconscious, beside him. Seeing that the sun was about to set, Han Yan's first reaction was to quickly leave this place to gather Spirit Grass.

Just as he stood up, Han Yan hesitated, not knowing if the three people had left, if they had not, wouldn't that be like sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth?

"What should we do?" Han Yan thought for a bit, came to Tang Xiaofeng's side, and placed his hand in front of's nose.

Tang Xiaofeng's face was pale white, the clothes on his back had already been torn apart, shocking him and caused him to bleed profusely, his clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

Han Yan immediately tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around Tang Xiaofeng's body. After bandaging himself, he plopped down on the ground.

As soon as he sat down, he felt pain on his butt and stood up quickly.

Then he looked at the place where he had been sitting. It was about the size of a thumb, and the white stone had sunk deep into the ground.

"What bad luck!" Han Yan muttered as he kicked the stone, sending it flying far away.

At the same time, he suddenly felt that the jade pendant he was holding in his bosom began to shake violently.

His chest also felt uncomfortable, and it became harder for him to breathe. It was as if he was suffering from hypoxia.

In shock, Han Yan immediately took in large breaths, but it seemed as though there was no air in his surroundings. No matter how he inhaled, he could not inhale anything.

This was the first time Han Yan had encountered such a situation, and he started to panic as he thought to himself: "What's going on, why is there no air in this place?"

Thinking back to the conversation between the three, and then thinking back to the map, Han Yan's face suddenly became pale white, "The Yin Corpse Jedi, are we really going to die here?"