Seeing Deng Yan take action, Li Shui behind him was so scared that his face looked like earth.

It can be seen that Amu did not wait for Deng Yan to make a move, and directly grabbed Deng Yan's throat with one hand.

Seeing that Deng Yan was more uncomfortable than Zhao Xian, Amu must teach him a lesson, so he took action quite ruthlessly.

Deng Yan didn't expect that Amu would dare to take the initiative, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, "overestimating one's ability."

Then, the cold fog in Deng Yan's hand was blown out and headed straight for Amu. Moreover, Deng Yan was cunning by nature, so after he shot out the cold fog, he hurriedly retreated.

He had practiced Beihan's light body technique, and although his speed was still slower than Amu's hard-working practice in his previous life, he was three or four feet away as soon as he retreated.

"Huh!" Deng Yan saw the cold fog hit Amu while retreating, but Amu didn't even fight, and Amu's speed did not decrease.

"Does he have any protective magic weapons? Can a child have any protective magic weapons?" Deng Yan immediately rejected this idea, but Amu is indeed not afraid of the cold condensation technique.

However, Deng Yan is a third-level cultivator after all, and he can activate several low-level spells.

Seeing that Amu arrived soon, Deng Yan quickly formed seals with both hands, and the cultivation power inside his body turned into a snow knife, which was three feet long, and a white light, as fast as lightning, heading straight to Amu's left shoulder.

Although he had some conflicts with Amu, Deng Yan would never dare to attack Amu's head directly. If a person's life was caused by accident, even if his master could not protect himself.

The rules of the poor Bei'an are good, and minor injuries are fine, but if the lives of the same sect are injured, the mild ones are probably expelled from the mountain gate, and the severe ones are afraid of directly destroying the soul.

This snow knife is a relatively advanced spell with the cool condensation technique, and it is also the most advanced spell that Deng Yan can currently cast. Even ordinary cultivators who are first-level third and fourth-level cultivators should avoid their sharp edge.

"Color Snow Knife!" Li Shui exclaimed in a low voice.

As soon as the snow knife appeared, Amu was also shocked, thinking that this was a flying sword or something. Amu didn't know if his body could block the flying sword.

However, seeing that Xue Dao was running to his left shoulder without any worries about his life, Amu couldn't help but feel brave.

"Boy, I'll kill you one by one! I'll kill you too." Because Amu didn't know how many skills Deng Yan still has, if he had any powerful magic, he would definitely not be an opponent. No matter what, the other party is also a cultivator who is a first-level third-level cultivator, and he is not at the same level as the other party. Only by fighting this knife and winning a close opportunity can he defeat the other party.

Thinking of this, Amu gritted his teeth, put his strength into his feet, and rushed forward.

Amu in his previous life had a secret skill, which was to kill three steps. As long as he was close to the opponent three steps, Amu could take the opponent's life. However, that was targeting mortals. Within three steps, a mortal might not be able to take the life of a cultivator. But this is Amu's most powerful killing move at present, so he can only try it.

"Swish--" The snow knife hit Amu's left shoulder, but something that stunned Deng Yan again happened. The snow knife actually cut through Amu's white robe, and then touched Amu's body and instantly shattered.

"Ah!" The magic failed again, and Deng Yan couldn't help but exclaim, this cohesion snow knife could injure the first-level third and fourth-level disciples. What kind of physical body is this Amu?

But before he could finish his thoughts, Amu's body had reached three steps ahead of him.

With three steps to kill, Amu's figure was as fast as lightning, and he had already arrived in front of Deng Yan.

Amu's face turned cold, his left hand became a palm, and the tip of his palm pierced Deng Yan's heart, and his right hand turned into claws and only grabbed Deng Yan's throat. His hands rushed straight to Deng Yan with the sound of the wind.

Amu's three-step killing focuses on speed. No more moves. All he wants to take action within three steps is the opponent's life.

At this time, Deng Yan was too late to hide. If he was a mortal, if these two moves were confirmed, he would definitely die.

However, Deng Yan was a cultivator who was a first-level third-level cultivator. Deng Yan suddenly took his busy schedule and suddenly exhaled a red light in the storage bag.

"Amu, be careful, don't touch the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield!" Li Shui shouted not far behind him.

The Fire Cloud Talisman is a relatively advanced talisman that can be used by a cultivator in Beihan. This talisman can be sacrificed to form a fire shield, covering the caster, blocking the attack of magic and causing damage to the enemy, especially on the magic system of Han Bing.

Many Beihan disciples often prepare one or two pictures in the sect's sect's test and competition, in order to be able to crack some low-level ice-type magic techniques of our sect.

However, this Fire Cloud Talisman can only last for a quarter of an hour, and only cultivators with or above concentration practice can sacrifice and refine it. However, this Fire Cloud Talisman shield has no effect on magic tricks above concentration practice, but it is a very luxurious talisman for beginners.

Deng Yan only has three of them because of his master. If he had not been forced to attack closely by Amu, he would never have easily sacrificed them.

As soon as the fire cloud talisman shield came out, a heat wave attacked people, like a fire curtain covering Deng Yan.

Amu felt a flash in front of him and heard Li Shui's shouting.

But Amu finally approached Deng Yan. If he took action at this time, all his previous efforts would be wasted. I am afraid there would be no such opportunity again, so Amu would never take action.

Gripping his teeth and enduring the heat waves, Amu shouted loudly and fought hard!

The "hissing" sounded, and the clothes on Amu's arms were three inches away from the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield and turned into ashes.

However, Amu couldn't care about these things and rushed forward with his hands.

Deng Yan had ever seen such a desperate posture, and he instinctively retreated backwards.

In an instant, Amu's palm and claws hit the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield directly.

With a loud "bang", the Fire Cloud Talisman Shield was directly blown up by Amu. Amu's strength did not diminish. Although the claw of his right hand fell into empty space, his left palm directly poked Deng Yan's heart.

"Ah—" With a scream, Deng Yan flew backwards. This poke probably cost Deng Yan half his life. If his heart is damaged, it will not be easy for a monk to recover.

But at this moment, a purple shadow flashed and a middle-aged monk suddenly appeared and caught Deng Yan. However, Deng Yan's face was already blue and fainted.

Amu's poke directly hurt Deng Yan's heart vein. The purple-clothed monk hurriedly took out a vermilion projectile from the storage bag and stuffed it into Deng Yan's mouth, and then used his cultivation power to catalyze it.

With the reach of the medicine, although Deng Yan has not woken up, he has improved.

"Uncle Zhou!" Li Tong was very happy when he saw the purple monk, and helped Zhao Xian to come.

"Master! Master--" Zhao Xian also took the pill at this time, and his injuries improved greatly. When he saw his master coming, he staggered and threw himself in front of the purple-clothed monk with the help of Li Tong. Tears suddenly flowed down, sobbing, and his nose was also activated with his cultivation power in time, as if he was greatly wronged.

I have to say that Zhao Xian's performance is very good. If he was crying loudly, it would be too fake. At this time, his eyes were full of tears, and he kept sobbing. Although it seemed to Amu that he was just vomiting, it just moved the purple monk.

The purple-clothed monk was Zhou Yunji, a cultivator of Zhao Xian’s master, who was a regular practice cultivator. Zhou Yunji was a disciple of an elder of the Tongtian Peak lineage. He was also considered successful in his practice and was still good at being a human being. His biggest problem was to protect his shortcomings.

Zhao Xian developed the fifth-grade immortal root within two years and steadily cultivated the first level within one year. He is the best among the disciples of Beihan, and his achievements will be above Zhou Yunji in the future.

Zhou Yunji practiced hard for more than 200 years, but he was still in the middle level of concentration. In this life, he hit the spiritual hopelessness, so he put all his hope on this treasure apprentice. Zhou Yunji had no son, and on weekdays, he treated Zhao Xian very much as if he was born. It was precisely this that led to Zhao Xian's appearance.

Now seeing his baby apprentice staggering, his heart was covered with blood. Although Zhou Yunji could see at a glance that these were all minor injuries, much better than Deng Yan. However, Zhao Xian's miserable appearance of sobbing, his nose and tears made Zhou Yunji feel heartbroken.

In an instant, Zhou Yunji changed his face.
Chapter completed!