And the other side.
Zhang Wuji was put into the Qiankun Qi bag and struggled wildly, but he couldn't break free.
Zhang Wuji said anxiously: "Who are you? Let me go quickly."
"I can't say it, I can't let it go."
"Why?"
"There are so many reasons. I can't say that I can't let it go. I just can't let it go."
Zhang Wuji: "???"
Being said like this is confusing. A little dizzy.
"Say boy, who was the young man who was with you just now?" He asked uncertainly.
Zhang Wuji was stunned and did not answer. Instead, he asked: "Why do you ask?" "You are a bit evil, monk, I have to catch you and run away." He said with a smile.
Zhang Wuji was silent after hearing this, and couldn't help but think that Lin Fan knew how to use the Nine Yang Magic Skill.
It was hard to see that Zhang Wuji didn’t answer, so he didn’t ask any more questions, and just kept running as fast as he could.
The other side.
Lin Fan chased Monk Mumu. Unfortunately, after running for a long time, he did not find Monk Mumu.
Lin Fan slapped his head and shook his head and said: "It's hard to say that even though he is one of the Wusan people, when it comes to Qinggong, he is definitely not as good as Wei Yixiao."
Since he has been chasing for a long time, he has not done anything. If you find him, there is only one possibility: you are pursuing the wrong direction.
To be precise, this guy changed directions midway.
After all, I am not familiar with the secret roads in Guangmingding.
Lin Fan changed direction and continued chasing, stopped for a moment, and then changed direction again.
After going back and forth like this for a whole stick of incense, it was not until he found a scrap of cloth on a thorn that Lin Fan determined the direction and pursued it with all his strength.
Lin Fan flew all the way, and his body turned into a line of blue smoke, flying rapidly through the mountains and forests.
In less than half a stick of incense, I saw a group of buildings in front of me, thinking I had reached Guangmingding.
Lin Fan jumped onto a roof.
Looking around, looking for the Mingjiao meeting hall.
At this time, all the disciples of the Ming Cult came down the mountain to resist the people of the six major sects. The Guangmingding Summit was basically empty. Otherwise, Lin Fan would have been killed long ago if he stood on the roof with such a swagger. Found it.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan sensed a surge of internal energy.
And the faint sound of yelling and cursing.
"There."
Lin Fan's eyes flashed, he tiptoed, and flew away in an instant.
After Lin Fan found the meeting hall.
In the meeting hall, all the masters of the Ming Cult fell to the ground. Beside them, a monk was sitting cross-legged, doing exercises to heal his injuries.
Lin Fan, who was familiar with the original work, glanced at it and understood the situation.
There was internal strife among the top management of Mingjiao, and then, Cheng Kun took advantage of it.
"You're going too fast. You're already finishing the fight before I'm here?" Lin Fan walked into the meeting hall with a smile.
Everyone in the hall was shocked when they heard Lin Fan's voice.
He quickly looked toward the door.
"It's you!"
Wei Yixiao and Shibao were surprised when they saw Lin Fan.
The Mingjiao masters couldn't help but feel happy when they saw Wei Yixiao and how they recognized Lin Fan.
Cheng Kun's heart sank and he thought to himself: "If this person is from the Ming Cult, my life will be over!"
Lin Fan glanced at Wei Yixiao and saw him At this time, his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to expire.
I couldn’t help but clicked my tongue: "Old Bat, you are too weak. You almost froze yourself to death due to the cold poison attack earlier, and now you are so seriously injured."
Wei Yixiao gave an ugly smile and said weakly: "I haven't thanked you yet...Thank you, young hero, for saving me."
Lin Fan protected his heart with one finger. , he naturally knows.
After he recovered, he rushed back to Guangmingding.
Unfortunately, the brothers in the church were fighting among themselves, and this damn monk took advantage of them.
Just now, he used up the last bit of his strength to sneak attack Cheng Kun, and this time he was even more injured.
Lin Fan waved his hand and looked at the unknown monk: "You are a very cunning monk. You turned around several times on the road. It really gave me a hard time."
He couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Young Master is very powerful in martial arts. I was afraid of being caught up, so I made this move. Unexpectedly, Young Master Lin still caught me."
"Master Lin, Mr. Lin..."
At this time, the bag on the side started to squirm, and Zhang Wuji's voice came from inside.
"Brother Zeng."
A smile flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.
"Master Lin, please take action and let me out. I am very grateful."
Zhang Wuji said quickly.
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "Brother Zeng, why don't you just break this bag?"
Help him open it himself, it will be easy and no problem.
But Lin Fan didn't want to do this, because this was Zhang Wuji's opportunity.
Zhang Wuji can use this to open up all the entrances. "Mr. Lin, I don't know what material this bag is made of. I have tried many methods, but I just can't open it." Zhang Wuji said bitterly.
Hearing the words on the side, he could not help but look pleased with himself. He laughed and said, "This cloth bag is my proud treasure, monk. Not to mention you, you are a master in the world. Anyone who gets into my cloth bag , just don’t think about it.”
Lin Fan said with a smile: “Master, you are too confident.”
Then he said to Budai: “Brother Zeng, Although this Qiankun Qi bag is extraordinary, as long as you can use JiuyangOnce you have mastered the magic skills and opened all the entrances, you will definitely be able to come out. ”
Zhang Wuji was shocked and thought to himself: “It’s true, Mr. Lin has indeed practiced the Nine-Yang Manual. It can be seen that I have not achieved great success in the Nine-Yang Magical Skill, so my cultivation level must be too much higher than mine.” "
"However, Mr. Lin, if you want to open all the entrances, it may not be possible in a short time. "Zhang Wuji spoke up.
"Just listen to me.
Lin Fan smiled: "Also, Brother Zeng, let me tell you something. The Shaolin monk who attacked Mingjiao masters in front of you is named Cheng Kun." "
"What, Cheng Kun? "
When Zhang Wuji heard this, he was immediately shocked.
This Cheng Kun was the murderer who killed his adoptive father and his family.
Zhang Wuji was shocked that Cheng Kun actually Appeared in front of me.
But what happened next?
Why did Mr. Lin tell me about Cheng Kun’s identity?
Could it be that he? You also know my identity?
Zhang Wuji’s thoughts were spinning rapidly.
“Brother Zeng, if you don’t come out, Cheng Kun may run away as soon as his injury improves. "Lin Fan stimulated Zhang Wuji.
As soon as Lin Fan said these words, he felt the surging internal force coming from the Qiankun Qi bag.
The originally dry Qiankun Qi The bag suddenly became bulging, as if it was about to burst at any time.
Lin Fan smiled slightly when he saw this, moved a chair, sat down, and said with a smile: "You guys. Keep healing and leave me alone. "
Everyone: "..."
Cheng Kun was the most shocked. He never expected that the person in front of him would know his identity.
Moreover, listening to his words, it seems that the person in the Qiankun Qi bag has a grudge against him.
Calm down, you must be calm.
Cheng Kun's forehead is faint. Cold sweat broke out, and he forced himself to calm down. Now, it was the best situation that the mysterious boy in white didn't attack him.