This palm is neither heavy nor light.

But this palm was the first time in Yan Fei's history that someone had actually slapped him.

And in this case, Yan Fei gave the Duan family a favor and Duan Ruyan a favor.

After all, when this little girl was born a hundred days ago, she once hugged her and was very destined to be together.

Yan Fei was preparing to find a place to recover and take this opportunity to break through the middle stage of the Sword Soul Realm in one fell swoop.

On the way.

The mist at the end of Nanli.

"Brother Yan, you've noticed it long ago?"

"At first, I just felt that these two beggars appeared a little unreasonable. Later, I paid special attention. The little beggar rushed towards Duan Ruyan twice. Although the action was gentle, it was extremely secretive and quite cruel."

Nan Li looked shocked.

"My God, I understand. There are people outside of people, and there are mountains outside of mountains. A little girl of seven or eight years old, so powerful, wouldn't that old beggar?"

Yan Fei glanced at Nan Li.

"Don't be too subjective. I think that Duan Ruyan suffered this loss. She must have been guarded against, but she subjectively believed that an old beggar was carrying a little beggar to cover up her eyes and ears. She was guarding against that old beggar. But she didn't know that this was probably the little beggar who was carrying an old beggar to cover up her eyes and ears. It was so high, so she was really smart."

"Brother Yan, I really convinced you, but why is this? Revenge?"

Yan Fei sneered, "Haha, taking revenge may be a pursuit of money, and provoking Haojian Sect may not be necessary."

"Making money?"

Yan Fei said helplessly: "Brother Nanli, after so long, you lost your Qiankun bag, don't you know?"

Nan Li hurriedly touched his waist and suddenly felt ten thousand animals with the surname grass floating by in front of him.

"I, Damn..., I, my Qiankun bag, my Yun Zhuanyun Sword, I'm fighting with her."

"It's not just you, but that part of the smoke is gone."

"Where are you?" Nan Li asked hurriedly.

Yan Fei sat cross-legged, took the Yuanling Pill, and said calmly: "Of course mine is still there."

Why, why, why?

This kind of voice is everywhere in Nanli's heart.

"She tried to steal mine, haha, but she didn't succeed, I was on guard."

Nan Li wanted to swear, but he didn't dare.

He pointed at Yan Fei, his hands trembling: "You, since you are on guard, you know that she steals my Qiankun bag, why don't you remind me?"

"Okay, don't complain, this person is not good. In your Qiankun bag, there is the Qianli notes I gave you, and the Qianli notes there is the breath I left behind on the Qianli notes."

Hearing this, Nan Li's eyes lit up.

His attitude changed suddenly.

"It turns out that you can see from the beginning that it's all under your control. Brother Yan, how should I describe you, being cunning, or something? Then what are you waiting for? Get rid of her."

Yan Fei nodded and said, "Well, she is now in the southwest, about three hundred miles away, go and go back quickly."

Nan Li just took a step and turned around.

"You won't go?"

"I? That girl was seven or eight years old. She was able to steal the Qiankun bag without Duan Ruyan's awareness and seal her five big holes. I couldn't figure out the old beggar. I won't go, and I may not be able to deal with it."

After hearing Yan Fei's words, Nan Li also felt a little scared.

After a few breaths, he calmed down.

"In this way, I'd better spare her first, it's a pity for my Cloud-Transferred Sword."

Yan Fei didn't say anything, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

An hour later, suddenly, Yan Fei was filled with energy.

Injured, recovered, and replenished the sword essence, Yan Fei's realm finally broke through to the middle stage of the sword soul realm.

Nanli woke up in shock.

After Yan Fei slowly opened his eyes, he immediately asked, "Brother Yan, have you improved your cultivation again?"

"Well, it's a blessing in disguise, but the injury has not healed yet."

"Then what should we do next? It's bad now. I can't even enter the mountain gate. Why are you talking about participating in the Zhenwu Conference?"

Yan Fei said in a daze: "It's not difficult to enter the mountain gate, but... I don't want to enter the Haojian Sect in this way."

“What way?”

Yan Fei took another Yuan Ling Pill and continued to recover from his injuries.

About one hour, at dawn, suddenly, several figures appeared in the place where Yan Fei adjusted his breathing.

Nanli was alert at the first time and was fully alert.

Yan Fei still closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

When he felt the breath of the visitor, his heart couldn't help but sink, and he even sighed.

"Who?" Nan Li asked angrily.

After a closer look, it turned out to be Ma Yuliang, a man in purple robe in front of the Haojian Sect Mountain Gate.

Ma Yuliang hurriedly said, "Don't panic with your friend, we have no malice."

Nanli has no good feelings for Ma Yuliang, not to mention that Ma Yuliang has brought many people.

"What are you going to do?"

Ma Yuliang swept Yan Fei and then looked at Nanli.

"I was offended at the mountain gate not long ago, so I hope I won't worry. Now, I follow the order of the sect leader and come to invite the two of you to the mountain."

Nan Li was shocked by saying this.

The wandering cultivators did not allow them to enter the mountain gate of Haojian Sect at all. Now, they actually came to invite him?

What is this situation and what kind of conspiracy is going on?

Just now, Yan Fei had already stood up slowly. He walked to Ma Yuliang and said, "The leader of Haojian Sect and several elders cannot untie Ruyan's acupoints?"

Ma Yuliang was shocked.

The one in front of him looks only about twenty years old, but he is like a sharp old man.

In one sentence, it hits the point.

This is exactly what he came here for.

Nan Li was on the side and finally understood what Yan Fei said before. Entering the Hao Sword Sect in this form means that Duan Ruyan’s condition is very bad, and even the masters of the Hao Sword Sect can’t solve it.

What shocked him was that Yan Fei seemed to want to be ahead of everything.

If you plan your own goals and win a thousand miles away, you won't say that.

Ma Yuliang nodded, his eyes showing praise: "My friend is indeed wise. Alas, the sect leader and several elders are all present. It's a pity... Since my friend saw that the little beggar took action and controlled Ruyan's injuries in time, I don't know..."

"Let's go, go into the mountain."

Yan Fei didn't say much and walked towards Jiulong Mountain.

...

Jiulong Mountain, Haojian Sect, a secret room.

More than a dozen old men were dejected, and Duan Ruyan was lying on the bed, his breath was weak.

"Sect Master, why not go to Xihuang Mountain to find the Sword Saint, as he will definitely be able to unlock the fatal hole."

The sect leader Duan Ruilin shook his head and said, "Xihuang Mountain is tens of thousands of miles away, and it takes at least a few days to go back and forth. Ruyan may only last for three days at most, and it is too late."

Just when everyone was at a loss, Ma Yuliang took Yan Fei into the secret room.

When Ma Yuliang introduced Duan Ruilin, Yan Fei glanced at the surroundings.

The secret room is not small, clean and neat, and the decorations are simple, but a painting on the wall made Yan Fei frown.

It was a portrait of the Western Emperor Sword Saint, which was vivid and majestic.
Chapter completed!