The appearance of Fan Dao made the seven grassland monks stunned.

The evil woman also felt that she couldn't touch her head and thought that the Lingnan people left her home and went to their neighbor's house. But after looking at it, she found that she was not in the right way.

"Is it him?" the grassland monk led by the leader pointed at Fan Dao and asked.

The evil woman shook her head and nodded at first, but she was already confused.

"Is it him?" the grassland monk asked again.

puff!

Without waiting for the evil woman to answer, a sharp knife had penetrated her heart, and her fat body fell to the ground and died, her eyes full of horror.

The knife is a tooth picker, and it is made by Fan Dao.

Since it was a grassland monk brought by the woman, how could Fan Dao let her go? He killed her without saying a word, and took action quickly and fiercely.

He killed someone as soon as he tried. Fan Dao's actions scared the girl beside him so pale and trembled all over.

"What are you afraid of? Have you never seen someone killing me?"

Fan Dao didn't even look at the woman who fell to the ground, shook her arms and picked up the hatchet that was chopping wood beside her.

When passing by the girl, she raised the other person's chin with her fingers. Fan Dao teased: "Today, let your girl open your eyes and see how Dao Master plays with Dao!"

The rampant Fan Dao successfully angered the grassland monks. The seven people lined up in a row, and the scimitar in their hands took action at the same time.

Grassland monks are good at fighting and will be extremely fierce when facing the enemy. However, their enemies this time are a bit special and very powerful.

Although sealed by the purple-red gourd, Fan Dao can mobilize spiritual power equivalent to the early stage of foundation building, and it is more than enough to deal with some grassland monks in the Qi Refining Stage.

I saw him not moving, and he raised his hand and sneered, slashing out the hatchet. The ordinary hatchet actually burst out with a long sword aura in his hand and swept out.

Two thunderous sounds, and after the sword energy passed, the two grassland monks were cut in half in different places.

The other five people saw the leader being killed before they rushed to the nearest. They were panicked and didn't know whether they were close or retreating.

The grassland monk was panicking, but Fan Dao was very experienced. He moved his feet and walked towards the five people. Although he was not fast, his steps were very big, and he could stand three steps forward in one step.

If we estimate from the pace, it would take more than ten steps before Fan Dao arrived close. The five people looked at each other and decided to discuss it briefly. But without saying a word, Fan Dao actually got closer.

The blade reflected in the cold moonlight flashed five times, and five heads fell silently.

The normal pace is actually just to confuse the enemy. The grassland monk miscalculated Fan Dao's steps and distance, so the five people were killed at the same time, without even shouting.

"A bunch of expenses, you are wasted with a hatchet."

Fan Dao cursed and began to collect magic weapons and spirit stones on the corpse.

Although he looked down on these grassland monks in the Qi Refining Stage, Fan Dao is now invisible. He does not even have magic weapons except for his natal magic weapon, the demon sword Jiuying.

After searching, there were only a dozen spirit stones on these five people, except for a few inexpensive magic weapons.

"A group of poor ghosts, not even a few spirit stones." Fan Dao muttered and gathered several scimitars together.

There is no storage bag, and there are seven machetes, which is really troublesome to hold. Fan Dao plans to find a leather bag or something to carry.

When I looked up, I saw an empty leather bag on the felt tent of my neighbor’s house, which was the right size.

Even the grassland monks didn't care, so how could Fan Dao care about the adjacent tent? So he walked up to him and took the bag from the roof of the tent.

At this time, the thick tent door was lifted open, and a person walked out, just opposite Fan Dao.

"Take your bag, dare to slaughter you..."

Fan Dao glanced at the person who came out of the tent, but he was stunned and his mouth opened wide.

After a while, he said in surprise: "How come you, a grassland man, look so much like Chang Hentian? You are so similar! It's so amazing in the world. There is no flaw in using you to pretend to kill Tianjiao. Boy, follow me, and you will be my slave in the future. If you dare not follow, you will die miserably."

Fan Dao was very surprised and thought he had discovered a treasure.

If he controls a grassland man who looks exactly like Changsheng in his hand, he can use many ways to deal with Qianyun Sect, and can use it as a trap or bargaining chip to get unexpected benefits.

"How miserable would it be if you don't go with you?" Chang Sheng said expressionlessly.

He didn't expect to meet Fan Dao, an old rival in the grassland tribe, and he didn't expect that the grassland monk who surrounded him would be misunderstood by Fan Dao and thus resolved.

I had just enjoyed Fan Dao's murderous technique leisurely. While sighing at Fan Dao's cruelty and treacherousness, I also felt the other party's spiritual power level.

"Oh, my mouth is quite smelly, just like that Zhan Tianjiao. It's just right. I don't need to teach you to maintain this posture."

Fan Dao felt something was wrong, and then he realized that the other party was not wearing grassland people, but the outfits of Lingnan people.

"Okay, I'll try to keep this posture as much as possible." Chang Sheng said with a smile.

"No, you are not a grasslander, you are Changhen! You actually came to the grassland!"

Fan Dao suddenly realized, grabbed Chang Sheng's collar, gritted his teeth and said, "Good you, Chang Hetian, this is really God's eyes open! I met you as soon as I crawled out of the ground. I don't want to remove you from the bottom!"

The more Fan Dao said, the more relieved he felt, and at the same time he used the pressure to imprison the other party.

Shocked by the sudden old friend, Fan Dao forgot the fact that his realm was sealed. When he incited the pressure of foundation building, Chang Sheng also exuded the pressure of foundation building.

Then Fan Dao's smile began to solidify gradually.

What he exudes is the pressure at the beginning of foundation building, while what others often exudes is the pressure at the peak of foundation building. Although it is all about foundation building, the level of the level is determined.

"You can still recover your cultivation!"

Fan Dao was surprised. When he was underground, Chang Hentian was imprisoned by him clearly only had the cultivation level of the early stage of foundation building. After three years, the other party actually had the pressure of the peak of foundation building.

Any decline in the realm is a serious internal injury, which is related to the Purple Palace Golden Pill. It can only be recovered for decades at a minimum, and it can never recover for a lifetime at a worst time.

Fan Dao has never heard of anyone who can return to the peak of foundation building in three years after falling from the golden elixir to the early stage of foundation building.

An impossible scene happened in front of you, and the peak spiritual power sword that imprisoned the whole body would not be recognizable.

Did he get some magic pill?

Fan Dao was suspicious and slowly let go of his hand holding Chang Sheng's neck.

The expression began to change. Fan Dao helped the other party sort out the collar and said with a smile: "I have recognized the wrong person. You are just a dead old friend of mine. I am just a grassland. If you have nothing to do, leave. In a while, more temple monks will be surrounded by you. I will be troublesome. I will deal with these corpses."
Chapter completed!