Wang Pan suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had actually lost contact with the flying sword. He was shocked and angered at the same time. He scolded, "Zhang Yan, I know that Sun Zhenren's lineage is proficient in using the fog to hide and retrieve flying swords. Senior Brother Ning must have taught you a few techniques. However, don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you've learned a few techniques and are hiding in the fog!"
With a loud shout, he stretched out both his hands and grabbed. The sand and stones within a hundred feet were sucked in by his Qi. Dried branches and pebbles floated in the air and surrounded him. At the second level of Ming Qi, he could lift objects weighing more than a hundred kilograms within a hundred feet, not to mention these broken pebbles and branches. With a wave of his sleeve, these miscellaneous pebbles and rotten leaves immediately flew in all directions.
Wang Pan continued to vent his anger on Zhang Yan for an hour, but he was still unable to find any trace of Zhang Yan. The mountain was filled with dense vegetation and was shrouded in fog. How could it be easy to find a cultivator who was deliberately hiding?
Wang Pan could not help but feel a little regretful. He had previously boasted that he would be able to take down Zhang Yan in two hours and a day at most. Now that he had lost his magical weapon and his opponent was nowhere to be found, he would not be able to do anything to his opponent even after several days and nights, let alone a day.
After contemplating for a while, Wang Pan thought to himself, "Perhaps Zhang Yan was bestowed with some magical weapon by Ning Chongxuan. That's why he was able to retrieve my flying sword. However, if he had the ability, he would have already come down to kill me. Why would he hide in a corner? He must be afraid of fighting me head-on. " As he thought of this, he touched the purple copper dagger-axe in his hand and made up his mind. He said, "Looks like I'll have to sacrifice you for once today."
He made a hand sign and shouted towards the sky, "Zhang Yan, look at the treasure!"
Just as he had expected, once the copper dagger-axe appeared, his opponent reacted. His mind instantly lost contact with the magical weapon. However, he did not expect this magical weapon to be able to deal with Zhang Yan. Now that he had located Zhang Yan's general location, he shouted, "Zhang Yan, die!"
Wang Pan's dantian opened and he opened his mouth to spit out eighteen mouthfuls of clear and turbid fire spiritual energy that were as red as crimson sand and as fierce as clouds. In an instant, the place where he stood was scorched with a layer of black color. Even the plants around him started to burn. In the blink of an eye, it had surrounded Zhang Yan's position for several tens of feet.
The technique that Wang Pan practiced was called the "Scarlet Red Rosy Fire Scroll". It was a fire attribute technique that his tribe had collected for him. When this Xuan technique was practiced to a high level, it was as easy as flipping one's hand to melt iron and steel. However, there was only half a scroll. There was only "technique" but no "technique". He had a body full of fire spiritual Qi but could not use it.
For this reason, he had looked for many ways to approach it. Finally, he was able to become Du De's disciple. However, he had only been in the sect for a few months. Du De had only taught him a fire attack technique called the "Scorching Sun Cauldron". It used nine mouthfuls of fire spiritual Qi to attack the enemy. Once it was used, everywhere it passed would be scorched.
However, he had not mastered this technique yet. He needed eighteen mouthfuls of spiritual Qi to be able to use it.
After the eighteen mouthfuls of spiritual Qi spread out, they each took up a position and sank into the ground. The scorching heat rose up and in an instant, the tree that Zhang Yan was standing on was set ablaze.
Wang Pan's original plan was very good. However, he had miscalculated one thing. Because he had not mastered this technique, he could only use it on flat ground. However, Zhang Yan was able to ride on the fog. Seeing the scorching heat, he smiled and pushed off with the tip of his foot. Together with the cloud of smoke, he flew out of the range of the technique in an instant.
Looking at the raging fire below, the fire energy shuttling back and forth, like a formation being stirred, Zhang Yan clicked his tongue in wonder. He wanted to test the power of the fire energy from the other party's Wang Pan, so he opened his mouth and spat out a breath of clear air. Unexpectedly, he only heard a "chi" sound, and the breath of clear air actually disappeared along with the fire energy, not the slightest bit of it remaining.
He couldn't help but be startled. Then, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. This mouthful of spiritual Qi was wasted.
While he felt that it was a pity, Wang Pan felt his heart ache and was shocked.
These eighteen mouthfuls of spiritual Qi were clear and turbid. Originally, he planned to cultivate thirty-six mouthfuls to break through to the third level of the Clear Qi realm. He didn't expect that Zhang Yan would accidentally produce a mouthful of spiritual Qi. He had to go back and cultivate for another two months to make up for it. Furthermore, it wouldn't be as pure as the spiritual Qi he cultivated in his chest every day.
However, this wasn't a big deal. The key was that he saw that Zhang Yan seemed to have a way to get rid of the spiritual Qi. He couldn't help but hesitate. Should he continue or withdraw the spiritual Qi?
After careful consideration, he gritted his teeth and added another mouthful of spiritual Qi. He didn't believe that his opponent could really get rid of all of his spiritual Qi. Today, he would fight to the end. Even if he exhausted the spiritual Qi in his chest, he could just cultivate it back. Compared to the position of a True Disciple, what was this little loss?
Zhang Yan wanted to see the difference between his spiritual Qi and Wang Pan's spiritual Qi. At this moment, he breathed out another mouthful of spiritual Qi. This time, it was like snow falling into a boiling pot, melting away in an instant.
He shook his head. It seemed that this spiritual Qi was far inferior to the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit.
However, at this moment, his expression changed. It was also because he was sensitive to spiritual Qi that he noticed that there was still a trace of spiritual Qi that hadn't dissipated. It seemed to be floating there.
His eyes flashed and he breathed out a spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit. This trace of spiritual Qi was pulled back and he put it into his chest to examine it carefully.
With this examination, he discovered that although the majority of the spiritual Qi had been worn away, the remaining spiritual Qi was extremely pure. It was almost as pure as the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit that was refined by the Raging Fire Metal Wind. Seeing this, his eyes lit up. A bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
He decided to try again.
He breathed out another mouthful of spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit towards the fire Qi below. This spiritual Qi was indeed worn away by the fire Qi. There was still only a trace left. When it was about to drift away, the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit wrapped around it and rolled it back. When he put it into his chest to examine it carefully, he discovered that it was much purer than before. The previous time was not a coincidence.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was still fighting, Zhang Yan would have laughed out loud. It was because he suddenly realized that he didn't actually need to use his Yuanzhen to train the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit. That was time-consuming and laborious. He had to wait for the three eruptions of the Evil Qi of the Clear Spirit every day. He could first train the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit. It was easy to train this spiritual Qi. The time it took to train a mouthful of spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit would be three to four times the amount of spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit. Then, he could use the method recorded in the Taiyi Golden Book to train it under the Raging Fire Metal Wind. Presumably, the speed would be more than doubled.
Whether it was the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit or the spiritual Qi of the Clear Spirit, they were essentially the same. It was only the method used and the purity of the spiritual Qi that differed. Originally, he had insisted on using his Yuanzhen to train it directly. That was the end of the road. It could be seen that sometimes, as long as the correct method was found, the crooked road could be turned into a straight road. That was a shortcut.
With this result, he only hoped to try out his idea as soon as possible. He was no longer in the mood to continue playing with Wang Pan. He took out the Destiny Writing Brush and said, "Go!"
The Destiny Writing Brush only needed to circle around the area once to eliminate half of the eighteen mouthfuls of fire Qi. Wang Pan's incantation was immediately broken.
Wang Pan jumped in fright. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. He knew that things were not going well. Unable to retract the remaining fire Qi, he turned around and fled. Zhang Yan could see everything clearly from above the fog. With a flick of his sleeve, a green glow shot towards Wang Pan's back.
"Pa! Pa!" Wang Pan felt two pieces of his Jade Tablets of Age shatter at the same time. He immediately realized that Zhang Yan had an incredible transcendent artifact on him. He didn't dare to hesitate any longer and ran down the mountain with all his might.
Zhang Yan laughed coldly and said, "What do you mean you can escape?"
He formed a hand seal and the green glow, which had been slightly obstructed, advanced once again. This time, the Jade Tablet of Evil Warding on Wang Pan's body automatically leaped up to protect its owner. However, it was shattered like a thin brick. The Ruyi Spirit Shuttle's momentum didn't stop there. It circled around and severed Wang Pan's legs. With a miserable scream, he fell to the ground.
Wang Pan's willpower could be considered strong. Knowing that his life was in danger, he ignored the sharp pain in his legs and used his hands as his feet to continue fleeing.
However, this time, he didn't have another chance. His vision suddenly darkened as a fifty-foot inkstone fell on his head. Unfortunately, half of his body was still outside. He didn't even have time to scream before the top half of his body was crushed into powder with a "kacha" sound. Even his Origin Spirit was crushed. He was completely dead.
Zhang Yan kept his transcendent artifact and slowly floated down from the fog. He walked forward and searched Wang Pan's body.
This Wang Pan was much shabbier than Du You. He didn't have a Qiankun Sleeve Pouch, only an ordinary sleeve pouch.
Zhang Yan took out a few things in succession. Apart from the restriction token of the Scarlet Cloud Island Immortal's Cave Mansion, there seemed to be nothing else of value. Even the flying sword and copper spear had fallen into his hands. However, at the end of the search, a bottle of medicinal pills caught his attention.
"This is the Horned Dragon Life Pill?"
Zhang Yan's face lit up with joy. "I heard that in the third realm, due to the unification of Yin and Yang, there will be strange Qi that will disturb one's spiritual vigor. If one isn't extremely talented, it would be hard for one to overcome it. However, the Horned Dragon Life Pill can suppress the strange Qi and dispel the impurities. This saves me a lot of effort."
He immediately put away the pill solemnly, turned around, and walked down the mountain.
"Thank you for waiting for so long!"
The fog dissipated and Zhang Yan's figure appeared. He stood on the top of a tree, swaying with the wind. His robe and cloth fluttered in the wind. Even though the Earth Fire was burning behind him and the fog was billowing, his face was calm and tranquil. He didn't look like an immortal, but he looked more like one.
The crowd looked at each other and felt like they were in a dream. They couldn't believe their eyes. This … Wang Pan lost? He lost his life as well? Some of them were at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Feng Zhen's face was gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of frost. He didn't notice that his sister, Feng Kong, was staring at Zhang Yan without blinking. Her beautiful eyes were shining with a strange light.
Zhang Yan turned to face the strong men that Wang Pan had brought with him and said, "Wang Pan has been defeated by me. Now, there's nothing left of him and his soul. From now on, all of you will be under me. Today, I will let you all go back and settle your families and belongings. In a few days, I will go to Chi Xia Island to take a look. If you don't comply, you will be punished according to the rules of the sect.
Do you understand? "Since it was a" fight "and he had defeated Wang Pan, then all of Wang Pan's possessions, including his strong men, concubines, servants, caves, elixirs, magical weapons and flying boats, would all be under his name.
He was even thinking whether he should take the initiative to challenge a few more rich disciples? This was definitely the best way to get rich.
However, as soon as this thought popped up, he suppressed it. It was fine to show off a little, but it was not a good thing to be in the limelight. It was important to know that the tallest tree in the forest would be destroyed by the wind. Moreover, Wang Pan's belongings would probably be enough for him to use for a long time.
How would the strong men dare to oppose him? They were the personal possessions of the cultivators and no one would care if they were killed. However, if they dared to rebel against their master, not only would they be punished according to the rules of the sect, but all the sects and families in the world would also punish them. They had no choice but to comply. He said, "We will wait for everyone's arrival on the island."
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