C52 (2/2)

”It shouldn't be, could it be male? Otherwise, how could this hatred be forgotten? ”

Yun Fan glared at Qiu Gaoyuan, and said with curled lips: ”Enough, no matter if it's male or female, let's go! Oh right, I want to go to the Moonlight Lake. If you have other places to go, then go back to your own. ”

”This is for the best. I don't want to be with a madman like you. We didn't manage to get even a single Demon Core and were wholeheartedly trying to escape. ” Qiu Gaoyuan left as soon as he finished speaking.

Jing Xiangyan looked at Leng Feng, his intention was clear to see that Leng Feng had made the decision.

”Let's go our separate ways!” After a moment of silence, Leng Feng suddenly turned around.

After he could no longer see Yun Fan's figure, Jing Xiangyan could not help but ask: ”Why? ”You know what I mean!”

”Of course I know. But do you think he'll let us follow? Do you know what it was like when I first saw him?

One person against more than ten Direwolf, and even killed two. His true strength was definitely not as simple as it seemed. When we were together, it was inconvenient for him to use it. Not only could we not help him, we restricted him.

If I guessed correctly, he was aiming for the top ten this time. In other words, he would be a Internal Sect disciple after this time. We are destined to be people from different worlds. ”

Jing Xiangyan was silent.

Actually, when Yun Fan explained that there was a Level 3 Spirit Qi, she already knew that the other party was not as simple as he seemed. Even with a Level 3 Spirit Weapon, Yun Fan could still easily kill a few of them with the combined power of Lan Lin and five or six other people.

This was no longer something a third grade Spirit Treasure could do. It was more about battle experience and strength. Most importantly, Wang Dashan was from the same courtyard. After making a trip to the Heng Yin Mountain, he immediately broke through his Congenital Stage.

Yun Fan was even stronger than Wang Dashan.

”Sigh, forget it, let's go. See if I can get more Demon Core s. If I don't get the chance to enter the top ten, I might as well get more Demon Core. ”

Just as Leng Feng said, Yun Fan did not want the two of them to follow him. Right now, he wanted to desperately hunt and accumulate Demon Core.

Whether it was to enter the Internal Sect or to cultivate, Demon Core s were essential.

Along the way, no matter what rank the Demon Beast were, they would not let a single one of them go.

More than two hours later, Yun Fan saw a calm lake.

The lake wasn't big, and only had the size of Purple Sunglow City. The ancient well was still and silent.

After walking a few steps along the lake shore, he heard Wang Dashan's angry roar.

”Motherf * cker, are you guys still human?” You want the Demon Core, we gave it to you. ”You f * cking still want to insult Senior Sister Ouyang? I'll fight you to the death!”

”Brat, even you want to be a hero and save the beauty! Do you know how weak you are? ”Scram!”

Yun Fan rushed over in one breath. In the forest by the lakeside, he saw Wang Dashan lying on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.

Ouyang Qianru was tied to a tree.

In front of Wang Dashan, a person holding onto a spear stepped on Wang Dashan's chest, with an evil smile on his face.

This person was tall and strong, and the muscles on his arms that were exposed were bulging. The short stubble gave off the feeling of a young and old man.

The enemy's Congenital Stage was almost at the third level, and the most important thing was that Yun Fan did not recognize him.

With this kind of strength, he would definitely be able to get a number on the Outer Peak. If he wasn't a new disciple, then he should be a veteran new disciple.

If a veteran disciple has this kind of strength, then he would stay in the top ten and become a Internal Sect disciple. Why would he do such a thing at this time?

Although Yun Fan was a little doubtful, but seeing that the other party's spear was slowly piercing through Wang Dashan's chest, he immediately rushed out.

Just as he took a step forward, the sword in his hand shot towards the back of his opponent's neck.