Bang!

The flying back Huangquan Gourd was held steadily in his hand. Before Fang Cheng could find out who the person he wanted to snatch was from the spirit of Huangquan Gourd, he heard a roar of endless anger coming out of the hazy poisonous fog.

"Fang Cheng!"

This sound is a bit familiar...

Before Fang Cheng could remember that Zhao Changhe's figure shrouded in light had already emerged from the poisonous fog. A poisonous gas gushed out of the Huangquan gourd, a topaz-like spiritual weapon, turned into a sharp sword, and stabbed straight towards him.

Fang Cheng held the Huangquan gourd in his hand, aimed the mouth of the gourd at the sharp sword with poisonous gas, and just put the sharp sword into the gourd.

"Zhao Changhe, senior brother, it's been a long time since we met."

The words are full of ridicule.

Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth, turned around and ran into the poisonous fog.

Just now, when he saw his Huangquan gourd, he realized that Fang Cheng was nearby, so he was impulsive and ran over to beat Fang Cheng. However, the poisonous gas from his spiritual weapon Huangquan gourd was taken away, and Zhao Changhe realized something.

I can't beat Fang Cheng!

At the time in the Valley of All Spirits, he had the highest cultivation level of foundation building. He took the magic weapon Huangquan Gourd and fought against Fang Cheng in the early stage of foundation building. Although part of the reason was that he was careless at the beginning and did not expect Fang Cheng to be so powerful, so he was injured and affected his later performance, Fang Cheng's strength was beyond doubt.

Otherwise, how could I be stolen from the Yellow Spring Gourd?

Now, he was beaten by Zhang Tianwu, who was possessed by the demon, and his meridians were destroyed. His cultivation level did not increase but declined. The other party looked energetic and full of energy. It seemed that he did not suffer any serious injuries while escaping from the Wanling Medicine Valley.

As one goes up and down, it is naturally no match for it.

The anger in his heart was extinguished by reality, and Zhao Changhe ran away decisively.

Fang Cheng was stunned. In his memory, there was no fight with Zhao Changhe. Naturally, he didn't know why this former arrogant senior brother ran away as soon as he met.

However, no matter what the reason is, Fang Chengdu will not let him go!

From the King of Zhou, Fang Cheng knew about the incident when he lost his memory. Although he was framed and driven out of the Wanling Medicine Valley, it was behind Qingcheng's real person, but Zhao Changhe, the vanguard, also made a lot of efforts.

I met today, but he was not lucky!

"You can actually shuttle freely in the poisonous fog..."

Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the topaz gourd in Zhao Changhe's hand, and then looked at the gourd in his hand.

"So that's it, is it a copy of Huangquan Gourd? It actually has such a function. So Huangquan Gourd itself should be able to do it..."

The poisonous gas gushed out of the top jade gourd was exactly the same as the poisonous gas of the Yellow Spring Gourd, but it was much less powerful. It can be easily seen that it was a copy of the Yellow Spring Gourd.

As soon as I pressed the gourd, a thin layer of purple light enveloped Fang Cheng. I stretched out a hand and put it in the poisonous fog, without any trouble.

"Sure enough."

Fang Cheng's eyes sterned, and the lines of four eyes appeared up and down, instantly seeing through the hiding of the poisonous fog and seeing the figure running towards the depths.

Zhao Changhe, you can't escape!

The quiet ruins of Poison Forest City stirred up the storm on this day.

It really brings up the storm, not an adjective.

When Zhao Changhe entered the depths of the poisonous fog and felt glad and regret, the wind and clouds got up.

But he hasn't noticed it yet.

Fortunately, I escaped quickly, but I regretted that I was too impulsive.

In fact, this is also human nature. Fang Cheng can be said to be the culprit of the eighteen levels of hell that caused him to fall from heaven into the eighteen levels of hell, while the Yellow Spring Gourd was a treasure he had worked hard to create. It is no wonder that Zhao Changhe was impulsive.

Just do it, you need to pay the price for this impulse.

The wind is up.

Zhao Changhe was protected by Guanghua. At first, he couldn't feel it, but then he found that not far away in front of him, the grasses that had been corroded by poison and had already rotten withered yellow and rotten suddenly turned into ashes and blew up in the wind.

wind?

After staying here for so long, Zhao Changhe has never seen the wind blowing here.

Unless, there is influence of external forces.

In an instant, Zhao Changhe thought of the person who had been staying in the depths of the poisonous fog, who had the ability to control the poisonous fog around him.

When I turned around, I saw that the poisonous fog around was surging with the wind.

I was completely surrounded.

"Who are you? This poisonous fog is not yours, why don't you let me collect it?"

After all, he was the first disciple of the true teachings. He couldn't bear to beg for mercy directly. Moreover, he believed that although he could not beat that person, he was still very sure if he wanted to escape, so he asked hard.

No one answered, but Zhao Changhe heard a crackling sound from the ground.

The soil around him surged, but as soon as it emerged, it was blown by the wind around him, and it dissipated like smoke and dust.

Zhao Changhe was stunned and then said, "Fang Cheng? Is it you? You actually caught up with him!"

In the poisonous fog, Fang Cheng stood up and said, "I originally wanted to use soil to surround you, but I didn't expect that the soil here would be corroded like this. But, it's not bad!"

Fang Cheng thought, and the strong winds around him became more violent, and wind blades appeared one after another, forming an extremely terrifying tornado.

If anyone dares to break into this tornado, he will probably be cut into powder by countless wind blades in an instant.

The surroundings were corroded by poisonous fog, and the soil like flour was blown up in the strong wind, making the ruins, which were already covered by mist and had extremely low visibility, become even more misty and can hardly see anything clearly.

Because the soil was rolled up, Zhao Changhe's position continued to sink, and soon reached three meters underground. The soil there had not been corroded and kept the rocks strong and not blown up by the wind.

Even so, Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Fang Cheng, do you think I will not be prepared for the same trick?"

Swish!

Zhao Changhe held a high-grade spiritual weapon-level long sword in his hand and stabbed Fang Chenghouxin with one sword. At the same time, Zhao Changhe, surrounded by the strong wind, disappeared without a trace like a bubble.

"My extremely illusionary art is a fourth-level spell. Even the spiritual consciousness of a Jindan monk may not be able to see through it, let alone you! Fang Cheng, after the last battle, I have specifically studied your fighting style! Head-on confrontation, I am not your opponent, but no one has any regulations, and the battle must be faced head-on!"

Looking back on this plan, even Zhao Changhe felt satisfied.

He knew very well that he could not beat Fang Cheng, but he also knew very well that Fang Cheng was killed by him and escaped from the Wanling Medicine Valley and became a wanted criminal. When he saw him, he would inevitably chase him.

So, he came up with a simple plan.

Using the phantom to attract Fang Cheng's attention, he thought that he would die if he was surrounded, but in fact, he was hiding and attacking Fang Cheng.
Chapter completed!