After only a moment of hesitation, Changming took action.

As early as when he came to Arong, there was a causal bond between them. If he did not take action, Arong would undoubtedly die, and he would bear the cause and effect, which would hinder the mind of Tao.

Maybe it was not a wise decision to take action at this time, but he had no choice.

The young master has a very high cultivation level.

Almost as Changming showed up, his eyes locked on the other party, and a black mist shot out quickly, like a short bladed arrow, flying away from the string.

This is just a test, throwing a stone to ask for directions, black fog falls on the person's body, black fog explodes, body disappears, and fragments fly.

The young master raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a look of surprise.

The fan was already alert to hide aside, for fear of being affected by the fish.

In her eyes, the young master is an extremely terrible opponent, perhaps at the level of a master, perhaps at the level of a master, or above the master.

At the beginning of the cooperation, Hua Fan tried several times. She thought she had found the bottom of the young master, but the facts proved that she had not. Next time the other party would always give her a surprise and give her a warning, which would make Hua Fan pressed again and again, and eventually lose the intention of resisting.

Hua Fan claimed to have seen the world and dealt with many monks, but she had worked with the young master for so long, but she couldn't tell the young master's origin - even a casual cultivator should have a source, but the young master seemed to have been born out of thin air. His magic, ability, and every move were full of mystery. He did not have a fixed magic weapon, but he could turn it into a poisonous blade everywhere. Even a straw could turn it into a poisonous blade in his hands. His spiritual sense was amazing. Hua Fan had a little thought, and the young master seemed to know it clearly.

In front of a man who is almost the same as a god, she dared not make any mistakes in painting fan, so the other party said that she would sacrifice a fox spirit as a sacrifice, and she agreed without much struggle.

The same is true at this time.

The fragments fell one after another, and the white paper on the ground was getting darker. He raised his sleeves and grabbed somewhere in the void!

He grabbed a person and pulled him out of his front!

Without saying a word, the young master almost didn't even react to the painting fan. His hand had already slapped the other party's sky spirit cover!

There was a dull sound, and the man groaned softly and fell to the ground.

The painting fan raises the heart to the highest point, and exhales softly, giving it a kind of thrilling and unsatisfactory regret.

He solved the person so easily? The young master is indeed worthy of being the young master.

But the next moment, her eyes widened again.

The soft-fallen person melted quickly, like a snowman meeting the sunrise, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly turning into a pool of snow water and disappearing into the snow.

When Huafan heard the young master sneer, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

She knew the other party was really angry.

The last dream demon who annoyed him was crushed to pieces by the young master and his soul was scattered.

"I admit you are a little capable, but it's still a little short of time to be an enemy of me!"

As the end of the word came to a sound, he suddenly reached out to take a photo!

The black fog and spiritual power intertwine into complex and obscure talismans at the moment of shooting. Before the painting fan could be understood, the talisman suddenly became larger and slapped in the void.

A white shadow flashed and was hit hard by the talisman and fell backwards!

Arong couldn't help but shout, his worrying expressionlessly.

Huafan turned his head to look at her. He didn't know when this little ghost got on the monk?

The white shadow fell lightly to the ground, and it was another puppet made of paper!

The young master was secretly annoyed, and his eyes were privately sweeping, silently calming down and no longer taking action easily.

"Does this puppet technique of fellow Taoist come from the Nangong family, who is good at controlling objects and transforming gods in the South China Sea?"

His tone was not as high-profile as before, but instead eased, like an old friend's remark, kind and gentle.

"My fellow Taoist has no grudges and no grudges with me, so why do you have to fight to the death and make the fisherman profit? You might as well say what you want. If you can satisfy you, I will do it for you."

At this moment, Huafan heard someone talking in the void and responded to the young master.

"Fellow Taoist comes from a famous family and is knowledgeable. Can you still not guess my origin?"

Hua Fan's attention was attracted by the four words "becoming a famous family".

Could it be that this person actually knows the identity of the young master?

She couldn't help but take a look, but unfortunately the light was dim, she was wearing a black robe and a low hood. She could only vaguely see the outline of her chin, and she couldn't see the young master's expression clearly.

"It's a pity that fellow Taoist guessed wrong. I am just a villager. I am alone, so how can I say a famous family?"

The young master narrowed his eyes and answered casually, but was actually searching for the other party's location.

He was sure that the other party was around him, but this person was very confused and blinded him for the time being.

The world is so great that it is true that the dragon and the tiger are hidden, but as long as you are a powerful master, you cannot be completely hidden. With the nameless, there will always be various ways to make the other party famous in one fell swoop. As long as you become famous, the young master will most likely know the origin of it.

Only the person in front of me is not like the Nangong family, and it is very strange.

Even though the Nangong family is good at controlling objects and transforming gods, they have not been able to use the puppet illusion in such a superb state. Even their heads cannot escape their magical eyes.

Who is this person?

"Why should you be modest? As your identity is known to everyone in the world, you came to Hongluo Town under your name and colluded with the dream demon fox spirit. It seems that you kill people indiscriminately, but in fact you have other plans. It is better to tell your plan first. If you can cooperate, I will show up."

Every time the other party said a word, the voice sounded in different directions. When the painting fan was vaguely, he felt that there were people in all directions, and he couldn't tell where this person was for a moment.

The young master narrowed his eyes and looked around like a painting fan. Instead, his body was still moving, only his ears moved slightly.

It was not until the other party's last words came to his ears that he suddenly flashed, his body turned into a phantom, and swept towards the painting fan!

Hua Fan watched the young master come to his eyes with murderous aura, showing fear on his face, but he had no time to retreat. The other party's hand slid past her, and she realized that the young master was not targeting him, but behind him!

Someone behind me?!

While the painting fan turned around, the sound of metal and stone colliding sounded, as if two swords met at the same time. The king did not see the king and would not stop until death.

The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword energy was solemn. The painting fan felt a severe pain behind it, and his body naturally fell out. When she fell to the ground and vomited blood, the dazzling sword light suddenly converged and disappeared without a trace.

The young master landed on the ground.

He was unscathed, sneered and stared at the ground.

Huafan followed his sight and found a dark mark on the snow. Looking closely, he found scattered blood.

"You are injured." said the young master.

He had just fought and found out the details of this person.

The other party’s cultivation is not as good as his own, so he needs to use this kind of erratic and ignorant trick to delay time. If the head-on battles, the other party is not his opponent at all.

Just let him catch it again...

"I have no grudges with fellow Taoists in the past. If you are willing to show up, I will let you go. Since fellow Taoists are injured, why should I support you? That talisman hits your body. At first, you will not realize it, but gradually your hands and feet will be like ice and snow, and the coldness is so cold that it is like a needle prick, which is unbearable. Only I can untie it."

The other party hid in the dark, seemed unmoved and never appeared.

The two are competing with patience now.

The young master felt that the other party's cultivation was not as good as his, but if he could not stay dormant, it would be a big and small trouble for him.

There are so many dreams in the night, so it’s better to solve it as soon as possible.

His eyes fell on a thin body behind the pile of firewood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent.

Does anyone always think of a solution?

The young master suddenly floated over and took action like lightning!

Arong was shocked and before he could come back to his senses, he saw that the young master wanted to kill him.

She had no time to react in a hurry. She couldn't even avoid the painting fan, and she couldn't dodge her even more.

In the flash of lightning, she vaguely understood that the young master wanted to take his life to force his senior out!

Even if the senior doesn't come out, her life is insignificant.

Seeing that murderous intent was approaching, a breeze suddenly blew from the side, and then her body was gently pushed away, and she couldn't help but fall to the side.

Senior was indeed forced out!

The young master chuckled and slapped Changming with a palm.

His palm is different from the talisman just now. The black texture of the palm is cracked, and there are hidden golden threads.

In Changming's eyes, these black and gold intertwined lines were like a net of heaven and earth. Under his head, he trapped his body left and right, woven into a dense net, and could never break free.

Changming suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

He was both a young master and a black fog that could not be seen around him, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Even though I could not see this person's face, I also lost my memory...

Where have you seen it?

Arong stared at the two of them fighting head-on. The sword light in front of the senior cut off the black line, but hovered in front of the young master. No matter how he could not move forward, the sword light gradually dimmed, no longer as dazzling as before.

On the other hand, the young master approached step by step and had a clear advantage. He formed seals with his hands, and the black fog drew a circle in the air with his gestures. The black air spread in the middle, and the black plates were intertwined with golden lines. Arong couldn't understand and vaguely identified the directions of several stars in the sky.

The stars seemed to be moving, constantly changing in various shapes, as if an invisible vortex sucked people into it. Arong's mind was attracted by it unconsciously, holding his breath and concentrating, unconsciously exclaiming.

She saw the prosperity of the fox clan!

Thousands of fox tribes gather in the world, and they are open and upright, and there is no need to cover up their identities, because they are the real masters of the world.
To be continued...