Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"How can this old man know that the enemy is coming from a great monk?"

At this time, the white-haired old man was also sweating. After hearing this, he rolled his eyes at the woman, and then said with eyes wide open as if he thought of something.

But his words frightened the two of them out of their wits.

"You, what did you say? Big, big monk?"

The woman had a look of disbelief on her face and let out a sweet cry.

The young man also swayed and almost fell to the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm just guessing that there may be too many people coming..."

The white-haired old man looked irritated and wanted to explain, but before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky, followed by a "click" sound, as if glass was broken.

When the three heard the sound, their faces turned pale and they looked up.

"Ha...! This rock-like-water formation is really impressive. It can actually last for so long under Wu's sky-shattering stick."

However, at this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from the sky, followed by two rays of light flying straight towards this side, and at the same time, a white shadow flew towards the crowd in the distance.

"It's over, three Nascent Soul stage monks, and one of them is also a demon cultivator."

Seeing this scene, the three people's eyes instantly showed a look of despair, and the white-haired old man even looked sad, shook his head and sighed.

However, the three of them did not move, and just stood there trembling.

The two rays of light were as fast as lightning. They came close in the blink of an eye and landed not far in front of the three of them, revealing the smiling figures of Wu Fan and Xuanchengzi.

At the same time, bursts of screams suddenly came from the crowd in the distance. The sound was extremely shrill, as if someone was slaughtering.

"Why, aren't the three little friends ready to welcome me two into the house for a chat?"

As if Wu Fan didn't hear the screams in the distance, he first looked at the defensive light shield covering the three people, and then looked at the three people inside and asked with a smile, as if they were guests.

As for Xuanchengzi, he had his hands behind his back and was looking at the nearby buildings, as if he was looking for something.

"Senior, I wonder what you are doing here?"

Seeing that the other two people lowered their heads and said nothing, the young man took a step forward, tried his best to appear calm, and bowed.

"Alas! It seems that you don't know how to treat guests. Forget it, let's talk here. The main reason we come here this time is to investigate. What are you planning here in the past few years? If my friend can tell you the truth, maybe Wu will be able to spare your life if he is in a good mood, otherwise, you may be like the little guy over there. "

Wu Fan shook his head and sighed, so he was not polite and said indifferently.

The three people's hearts tightened when they heard this, and they subconsciously glanced into the distance. But when they saw corpses lying on the ground over there, their foreheads were instantly covered with sweat.

"Well, this senior may be thinking too much. We are just stationed here and have no plans for anything. In addition, this junior would like to remind senior that this place is stationed by our uncle Shihuashan, and he will return soon. I I advise seniors to leave early. To be honest, my uncle is a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk."

Before the young man could speak, the woman spoke first, but her words were full of threats. However, her eyes were a little dodgey, and she did not even dare to look at Wu Fan.

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the other two glanced at Wu Fan furtively, wanting to see if the other person could be frightened.

But in the end, they were disappointed. The other party still looked indifferent, and even had a smile on his eyebrows.

At this moment, Xuanchengzi also withdrew his gaze, also smiling.

"Petrified Mountain? Ha...! Is this him you are talking about?"

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but sneer, then he waved his arm gently. After a flash of rays of light, a corpse appeared on the ground. If he looked carefully, it was the petrified mountain.

"Wha, what, my uncle is dead!!!"

Seeing this scene, the three of them were instantly stunned, staring straight at the corpse on the ground with disbelief in their eyes.

But soon, the three of them were sweating profusely and frightened. The woman was even more unbearable. After slowly whispering, she collapsed directly to the ground.

The three of them knew in their hearts that they had become lambs to be slaughtered, and no one could come to save them. The glimmer of hope they had before was gone.

"Your uncle is back, but it's a pity that he can't get up to save you. Okay, Wu doesn't want to talk nonsense anymore. What else do the three little friends want to say now? Do you want to tell the truth, or do you want to talk to him? Your uncle suffered the same fate? Do you really think these two formations can stop me?"

Wu Fan looked at the three of them, sneered, then flicked his sleeves and said coldly.

After hearing this, the three people immediately showed respect and wanted to tell the truth truthfully. After all, this was their only chance to survive. But the white-haired old man was extremely fast. He immediately looked like he was pleading and bowed and said:

"Senior, senior, please don't kill me. I will definitely inform you of everything going on here in detail. Oh, by the way, I am still a formation master. As long as senior can spare my life, I am willing to surrender to you. "

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he immediately took out a formation flag and removed the defensive light shield covering his head with a wave of his hand.

This person was self-aware, and in order to express his sincerity, he removed the formation without any instructions.

But at this time, the other two people became very anxious and also bent down to say something.

But before they could speak, Wu Fan raised his eyebrows, looked at the white-haired old man and smiled first:

"You are the formation master? Haha, not bad, you know the situation. In this case, then tell the truth!"

Seeing this scene, the man and the woman could only swallow the words on their lips, with a bitter face, standing there like a well-behaved child.

At this moment, Xuan Chengzi's eyes lit up and looked at the white-haired old man with interest.

At this time, the white-haired old man naturally did not dare to neglect anything. Seeing that Wu Fan's attitude became more relaxed, he immediately expressed his loyalty and narrated!

"Senior, it's like this. In order to capture Fengxiao City as soon as possible, the Falling Dragon Domain is preparing to set up a teleportation array leading directly to the eastern region..."

………

After a while…

Wu Fan, Xuan Chengzi, and Ling'er have disappeared, leaving only corpses here, including the young man and the enchanting woman.

However, there is no corpse of the white-haired old man here.

…

At the same time, in a forbidden area of ​​this sect, Wu Fan and his companions have come to a huge cave. Including the white-haired old man, several people lined up and were looking at the scene in front.

But at this time, Wu Fan was full of joy, as if he had seen some treasure, staring at the front without stopping.