"Pang Jian!"
Zhang Bin was shocked.
The next moment, his expression turned gloomy and his eyes became deep.
"Han Ting..."
He snorted coldly, thinking that Pang Jian left the First Peak and went to the Emerald Lake specifically to find Han Ting.
Just last night, boatman Gao Yuan specially asked a friend to send something to Han Ting.
He knew that Gao Yuan and Han Ting had no connection, so... the person who sent the gift was Pang Jian!
He only used money and property to win Han Ting's favor in order to win her back after Pang Jian's identity as a hunter was exposed.
After all, the only thing Pang Jian could offer at the moment was a huge amount of spirit stones.
"Spiritual stones! And many rare spiritual materials!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Bin suddenly became excited.
This is Emerald Lake, not the First Peak of Yuanmang. Private fighting is not restricted here!
Jiuyuan, Lou Yunming, Yang Rui, those powerful figures who showed ill will towards Pang Jian, are now all at the trading ground on the top of the First Peak. The same is true for Qi Qingsong, Zhao Yuanqi and others!
If they could kill Pang Jian during this period, get the storage bracelet on Pang Jian's hand, and successfully escape from Yuanmang Fragmented Land...
When he thought of this, Zhang Bin's blood began to boil!
"Fang Xin, Lin Fan, Tu Hui, Zhang Long!"
Zhang Bin suddenly rushed into the tent.
His voice became heavy, and he said in a deep voice: "I saw Pang Jian! Most of the independent cultivators near Emerald Lake don't recognize him. Now there is a golden opportunity to get rich right in front of us!"
He spoke his mind.
"In Pang Jian's storage bracelet, there are at least over one million spirit stones! Over one million!"
"Zhang Bin, kill him! As long as you get that storage bracelet, you can find any woman you want."
"Dry!"
Several independent cultivators who were used to living on the edge of a knife decided to take the risk without much hesitation.
"Walk!"
Several people stepped out of the tent and followed Pang Jian silently.
At this time, Han Ting, who had mocked Zhang Bin coldly, had returned to her tent.
She didn't know that on the other side of her, Pang Jian was walking towards the Emerald Lake alone.
Around the Emerald Lake, there were also many independent cultivators of low realms, and they saw Du Bu Pang Jian.
They didn't care too much.
A few days ago in the morning, Pang Jian, who took out the horn of the seventh-level ice crystal beast to sell, only appeared for a moment.
As soon as the deal was done, Pang Jian simply left.
It was too early at that time, and the wandering cultivators there had not yet reached the top of the mountain due to the distance, so they did not see Pang Jian.
Yesterday, when Pang Jian took out the precious spiritual materials at the trading floor, it was the deadline for free trading and it was past noon.
Most of the low-level independent cultivators near the Emerald Lake are not qualified to participate in the trade fair in the next three days, and the few lucky ones who enter only appear in the first two days.
Therefore, although Pang Jian's name is very famous in Yuanmang, not many people have actually seen him.
"clatter!"
Pang Jian suddenly stopped.
Where he is at the moment, there are no tents or cloud sails of the wandering cultivators nearby. This is a very remote place.
He had been forcibly suppressing his inner frenzy, looking at the sparkling Emerald Lake, silently practicing the "Hutian Yangqi Jue" to keep himself calm at all times.
“No chance to compete…”
Beside the rippling lake, a young man in black had a gloomy look on his face, and a volcano was boiling in his heart.
After working hard for so long and raising millions of spirit stones, he originally wanted to successfully rescue Luo Hongyan and then disappear from Yuanmang Fragmented Land without anyone noticing.
He didn't want to stir up a bloody storm, and didn't want to involve all the practitioners who entered Yuanmang.
Cao Mang, Madam Hua, and Jiu Yuan just didn't give him this opportunity.
"In the fifth realm, there are only those below level seven. The top level six alien warriors and fierce beasts are only at the level of Concentrated Spirit Realm."
"There are many human cultivators gathered in the Yuanmang Broken Land, so it is not impossible to win. At worst, there are still the great cultivators from the Second Realm coming to deal with it."
“Rather than letting alien warriors ascend to the sky and enter the fourth realm to attack the mortal cities that don’t understand cultivation, it is better to let these powerful practitioners deal with it.”
"In the third realm, the major sects still have many restrictions, and only the members and vassals of the seven major families are allowed to migrate."
"Mortals, can only wait to die in vain?"
"The flames of war should not be borne by the Fourth Realm. I will make it burn directly in the Third Realm!"
"… "
Pang Jian's eyes flickered, sometimes cold and fierce, and sometimes revealing a hint of hesitation.
After a moment.
He breathed slowly, adjusted his mood silently, looked ahead and began to ponder the details.
The Emerald Lake in front of him was the location he had chosen long ago.
He planned to quietly dive to the bottom of Emerald Lake when no one was paying attention, bury himself in the mud beneath the lake, leaving only the bronze plate exposed to release a bright glow.
He wanted to use the light waves from the bronze medal to condense a mirror tunnel on the surface of Emerald Lake that would connect to the fifth realm.
He would rather direct the flames of racial war to break out in the Yuanmang Broken Land than allow Luo Hongyan to fall into Jiuyuan's hands!
Cao Mang and Madam Hua, these two hypocritical cultivators, must pay the price for what they have done!
He wants to destroy the entire Yuanmang Broken Land!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he felt someone approaching him quietly.
Pang Jian, who couldn't help but feel many crazy and evil thoughts rising up in his heart, frowned and waited for the person to approach.
A group of five people slowly appeared.
"Pang Jian, you are just a hunter from the fourth realm. You pretended to be a descendant of a wealthy family and deceived people. Even Han Ting was deceived by you..."
Zhang Bin's eyes were full of malice.
Fang Xin and his three companions had dispersed tacitly while he was speaking, and were approaching in a surrounding posture.
"Zhang Bin?"
Pang Jian, who was full of evil desires, had no intention of listening to the end when he noticed the malice in the eyes of several people.
“Wow! Wow!”
Bright moon blades, flashing with cold light, suddenly flew out from his palm.
The new moon blade, which combines moon energy, extreme cold power and rich spiritual power, is centered on Pang Jian, like a gorgeous evil flower that suddenly bursts into many petals.
The silver moon blade whistled beautifully in the air, continuously releasing bone-chilling cold.
Fang Xin, who was at the lowest level, was instantly beheaded by several moon blades!
Before Fang Xin could display his exquisite spiritual skills or the glowing spiritual weapon in his hand, he was chopped to death by the Moon Blade on the spot.
The moon blade chopped her as easily as cutting melons or vegetables.
At this time, Zhang Bin hadn't finished speaking yet!
Upon seeing this, three independent cultivators named Lin Fan, Tu Hui, and Zhang Long were horrified and cast out their protective shields.
Three shields of bright yellow, dark blue and white jade were formed suddenly, but were chopped into pieces by the moon blade.
The three casual cultivators who were at the same level as Pang Jian and had reached the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm suddenly felt their scalps tingling.
"Zhang Bin, this kid is so annoying!"
"In my opinion..."
Before they could finish their words, Pang Jian rushed into the flock of sheep like a tiger, waving his hand to raise more moon blades and forcing his way into the encirclement formed by the three people.
“Wow!”
Pang Jian suddenly summoned a green shield formed by spiritual power, starlight, moon energy and extreme cold power.
He used his extremely solid body shield to block Lin Fan's halberd, Tu Hui's blood spear, and Zhang Long's silver broadaxe, approaching them at close range.
“Boom! Boom!”
Pang Jian's fist, like a bloodthirsty anchor hammer, smashed into the chest of the three men one after another, causing their sternums to suddenly cave in, and their internal organs to be shattered and they died.
"Pang Jian, I..."
Zhang Bin retreated in fear.
"Pang Jian!"
Han Ting, who was in the tent, heard Zhang Bin's scream of fear. She suddenly opened the curtain and rushed out, heading towards the direction where the sound came from.
"Pang Jian?"
"Someone is fighting in the corner of Emerald Lake!"
“Go and take a look!”
The casual practitioners who were meditating were all startled and dodged like Han Ting.
"Pang Jian, you have no reason..."
Zhang Bin cast a light blue shield and continuously formed seals with his hands, which condensed into clusters of dark blue flames.
As he retreated violently with a pale face, dozens of deep blue flames appeared inside his energy barrier, slowly spinning like a Ferris wheel.
Finally, he retreated to a place where the independent cultivators who came after hearing the news could see him.
At this time, those who came over also saw how miserable Zhang Bin was at the moment.
Zhang Bin was retreating frantically, facing a dense bush, as if there was a terrifying demon hiding inside.
Zhang Bin's body was shaking just like his voice!
"Who is it?"
"Who is chasing Zhang Bin?"
"I seem to have heard a name that sounds a little familiar..."
The casual cultivators were still communicating with each other as they came quickly.
"call out!"
A dazzling silver spear suddenly shot out from the dense grass and shot towards Zhang Bin like a flash of lightning.
"call!"
As the silver spear flew through the air, a long white mist corridor appeared.
The white mist exuded a fierce chill, freezing the grass and trees under the bushes below, causing them to crackle one by one!
"puff!"
The spear effortlessly pierced through the protective shield that Zhang Bin used to protect his body, and the cold force extinguished all the deep blue flames!
When the bone-chilling cold penetrated his body, Zhang Bin shivered and felt a pain in his chest.
The spear immediately penetrated his body, and Zhang Bin's body was covered with crystal-like ice.
As he retreated violently, his body leaned backwards. He should have fallen to the ground but was strangely fixed in place by the ice all over his body.
The wandering cultivators who had gathered around had not yet understood what was happening when they saw a long spear fly out of the bushes, carrying with it an astonishingly cold aura, and piercing through the body of Zhang Bin as he was retreating.
They saw Zhang Bin die tragically in an instant.
I also saw the dead Zhang Bin, who was frozen in an awkward posture by thick ice.
"ah!"
Han Ting covered her mouth and exclaimed.
She was worried about Pang Jian's safety, but she didn't expect that the first thing she saw when she came over was the scene of Zhang Bin being killed cleanly!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Some people kept backing away, shouting and cursing.
The silver spear that had killed Zhang Bin suddenly stabbed towards him without stopping in the air.
"I… "
Xu Li, who was not wearing the Blood Moon costume, had no time to talk to Jiu Yuan, nor did he have time to change into the Blood Moon robe. He fled frantically like Zhang Bin.
He is in the late Xiantian realm, but so is Zhang Bin!
Zhang Bin died so quickly and so tragically that he lost all confidence. He just wanted to stay away from this life-threatening spear and call on Blood Moon's Dongxuan realm experts to help him.
"call out!"
A silver spear that looked like a swimming silver dragon was controlled skillfully by someone, releasing an extremely cold breath that could freeze the soul.
The spear was still surrounded by white cold mist, and it kept staring at Xu Li, forcing Xu Li to the rock wall at the foot of the seventh peak.
“Puff!”
The spear pierced Xu Li and pinned him to the rock wall.
Xu Li of Blood Moon was ultimately unable to take out his clothes and put them on. He was even unable to utter a coherent sentence, and failed to explain his identity as a member of the Blood Moon sect.
"Pang..."
Han Ting bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes sparkling with color as she stared blankly at a figure slowly emerging from the bushes.
She could never have imagined in her dreams that this young man in black who had been criticized recently, who also had the cultivation level of the Innate Realm, could kill Zhang Bin, who had reached the late Innate Realm, with ease as if he were slaughtering pigs and dogs.
She vaguely felt that Pang Jian's actual cultivation level was even inferior to Zhang Bin's.
"How did you do that?"
What Han Ting was thinking about was not why Zhang Bin had provoked Pang Jian, nor why Pang Jian had suddenly killed him.
She just felt extremely unbelievable because of Pang Jian's terrifying fighting power.
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