Yang Nianqiao was about to leave, but when she passed by Xiaoyan's cave, she wanted to go over and say hello to her.

After all, she was the only person with a good relationship after staying here for a few months.

When she arrived at the cave, Xiaoyan was not there. Yang Nianqiao had no choice but to write a document and put it on her bedside. Then she left the cave and flew towards the distance.

Half a day later, Yang Nianqiao had already left the sphere of influence of the Demon-Slaying Sect thousands of kilometers away.

Seeing that she was still safe, she breathed a sigh of relief and the huge rock pressing on her heart relaxed.

She was eating dry food in the mountains and forests when suddenly a man in black appeared in front of her quietly.

"Who are you?" Yang Nianqiao was shocked and stood up suddenly.

"I can make you die more happily by handing over the Nine-turn Buyuan Dan." The man in black said coldly.

"Who are you and who sent you here?" Yang Nianqiao asked while taking out his weapon.

It was a three-foot long sword, and the green color was vaguely seen on the surface of the body.

The man in black glanced at the sword and sneered: "Do you think that applying a little poison to the sword can stop me? In the face of a powerful gap in strength, no poison is useful."

"Did Zhao Lei send you here?" Yang Nianqiao continued to ask.

She had met Zhao Lei. The person in front of her was taller than Zhao Lei and the skin on her hands was older than Zhao Lei. She must not be Zhao Lei.

"Since you are unwilling to hand it over, I will go and get it myself. Don't worry, your friend is already waiting for you in the dark."

After the man in black finished speaking, he pulled out a curved sword from his body. His body surface was very bright and could reflect the sunlight.

"How did you do Xiaoyan?" Yang Nianqiao was shocked.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame you. Her death is all because of you."

After the man in black finished speaking, the big knife in his hand, with a powerful sword light, attacked her fiercely.

The other party's sword light is very powerful and extremely skillful. At first glance, he is very successful in practicing for a long time.

Yang Nianqiao has been pursuing realm over the years because she feels that realm is overwhelming and she has less practice in magic and martial arts.

Soon, she was shrouded in heavy sword shadows and was in danger.

I kept resisting, but the other party was much stronger than her and I had no power to resist at all.

"You are very smart and scheming, but in the cultivation of the truth, you are still a little tender. Go back and reincarnate again!"

The man in black sneered, raised his sword and slashed it hard.

Just as Yang Nianqiao was about to accept his fate, the earth suddenly rumbled and rustled.

A big hand broke out of the ground and turned into a huge stone palm, instantly grasping the body of the man in black.

The man in black was shocked and before he could react, his body was gently pinched and his body turned into meat sauce.

Rumble!

The stone arm returned to the ground and the ground calmed down, as if nothing had ever happened.

Yang Nianqiao was shocked and his eyes kept looking around.

Finally, she saw a one-armed old man floating in the air.

The old man looked about fifties, wearing a black robe, his right arm was empty, his clothes were gently floating in the wind, and he looked like a fairy-like traitor.

His body exudes a momentum of both good and evil, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

The old man glanced at her, didn't say a word, and turned around and wanted to be clear.

"Senior, wait a moment." Yang Nianqiao flew up quickly and blocked her way: "Thank you for your help, senior, for your life-saving kindness, I am very grateful."

"You don't have to thank me. I just passed by and saw people in black robe disliked it, so I solved it easily." The one-armed old man said lightly.

"No matter what, it was my senior who saved me. I have no way to repay my kindness." Yang Nianqiao bowed.

She secretly looked at the old man in front of her and then looked at the distance from the high altitude below.

From here to the ground, there were tens of thousands of meters. He could actually control the land at such a distance and use land spells. This kind of strength, even in the Golden Pill stage, is definitely a very terrifying place.

His strength is at least in the late stage of the Golden Pill, or even at the peak of the Golden Pill.

When Yang Nianqiao thought of meeting such a terrifying person, he was so excited that he was surging. If he could accept him as his apprentice and enter the Golden Pill stage, wouldn’t that be true?

At that time, Shao Yuan, the head of the Demon-Slaying Sect, was not even worthy of carrying his shoes in front of her.

The old man glanced at her and said lightly: "You are only in your forties. You can reach a half-step foundation-building cultivation at this age. You have good talent. However, you must know that combat power is composed of two conveniences. If you blindly pursue the realm and ignore magic and martial arts, your combat power is too weak, which will have a great impact on your future cultivation."

"Thank you for your reminder, senior." Yang Nianqiao saluted and then said anxiously: "Senior, senior, I have a friend, and there may be danger. Can senior go and save her?"

"Forget it, I'll help you to save people to the end."

The old man rolled his hand and a stream of energy wrapped Yang Nianqiao's body, then turned into a stream of light and approached quickly.

Yang Nianqiao had never seen such magical powers, and screamed in fear. When she opened her eyes, she had already returned to the Demon-Slaying Sect again.

It took her half a day to run, and the other party arrived in a few minutes. The gap was not an ordinary big one.

"Where is your friend?" asked the one-armed old man.

"You live in the cave over there." Yang Nianqiao pointed to the cave over there.

The old man's vitality rolled up again, clamped her again, turned into a stream of water, and entered the cave.

"Xiaoyan, where are you, Xiaoyan." Yang Nianqiao ran in and shouted loudly inside.

Xiaoyan was not inside at all, and the letter was still on the table, which means she had never come back.

Yang Nianqiao was very anxious. Thinking of what the man in black said, he was very worried that something might happen to Xiaoyan.

"Senior, can you help me find Xiaoyan? I'm worried that something will happen to her." Yang Nianqiao said anxiously.

The one-armed old man glanced inside the cave and finally walked to the bed.

He pulled off a piece of cloth from the pillow on the bed, and the breath of Xiaoyan was still there.

This aura is very weak, but for a powerful monk, this is enough.

He walked out with the rag, and then a burst of energy was inserted into the cloth, and the cloth strip automatically floated in the air and floated outside.

The one-armed old man followed behind the cloth strip and flew for about fifty kilometers, and finally kept spinning over a deep pool.

The old man was floating in the air, looking at the deep pool below, slapped out with his palm, and a bulge of blue energy entered the cold pool.

The originally calm cold pond surged huge waves, and the waves turned into a whirlpool, and a fountain appeared in the middle, constantly bubbling.

A corpse was spit out of the fountain.

"Xiaoyan."

Yang Nianqiao flew over quickly and hugged Xiaoyan's body, his eyes turning red.

There was a deep mark on Xiaoyan's neck, which was obviously strangled to death.

The other party was afraid that her blood would stain the water of the pond, so he did not stab her.
Chapter completed!