Wild Dogs

"We've been discovered!"

Yang Fan originally intended to sneak up on them and then strike them down in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wen, despite being so vigilant, still managed to discover Yang Fan's whereabouts.

However, Yang Fan had anticipated being discovered, so after being exposed, he walked out calmly.

"Who are you? How dare you follow me!"

Mo Wen spoke to Yang Fan somewhat nervously.

He was unsure of Yang Fan's background and dared not make any rash moves.

After all, having mastered the Divine Concealment Technique, Yang Fan was already able to hide his true cultivation level.

Unable to ascertain Yang Fan's background, Mo Wen dared not make a move.

"Who I am is unimportant; today is your death day!"

Yang Fan deliberately lowered his voice, but Mo Wen immediately gave a cold laugh upon hearing it.

"Who do we have here? It's you, you piece of trash!"

Mo Wen visibly relaxed.

"You don't think you can fool me by using two speed-enhancing talismans and wearing a mask, do you?"

"Yang Fan, you lowly servant dare to try and trick me? Today I'll send you to your grave!"

As he spoke, Mo Wen unexpectedly lunged at Yang Fan.

"Damn it, it seems our location has been exposed."

Yang Fan frowned helplessly.

He thought his disguise was flawless, but he didn't expect that the other party would see through it so easily.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Although one can hide one's aura and everything else, speaking just now still revealed one's whereabouts because of the sound.

"Looks like I'll have to find a way to change my voice in the future."

Yang Fan pondered, momentarily lost in thought.

Just as Mo Wen's fist was about to strike, Yang Fan hurriedly retreated, barely dodging the punch.

"So this is all the strength you have? You dare follow me!"

Mo Wen had always looked down on Yang Fan, who had a hidden spiritual root.

Now that Yang Fan is so slow to react, he doesn't care anymore, and he's even too lazy to use his weapons.

He has plenty of ways to kill a mortal!

After dodging the punch, Yang Fan's heart pounded like a drum.

This was his first time fighting someone head-on, and having no experience, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"What move should we use next?"

While dodging, Yang Fan pondered which move to use next.

"I wanted to cripple you before, but those idiots ruined it."

"Now that you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I'll grant your wish!"

"Anyway, Uncle Wang has disliked you for a long time, so I'll just send you to your death."

Mo Wen no longer wanted to use magic or anything like that.

He wanted to slowly torture Yang Fan to death with his fists!

"Use talismans to create distance between yourself and him first."

Yang Fan became somewhat nervous as Mo Wen pressed him relentlessly.

However, he quickly came up with a way to retaliate.

He quickly threw out a low-grade explosive talisman.

"boom!"

The explosive talisman detonated in front of Mo Wen, temporarily forcing him back.

"Damn it!"

Caught off guard, Mo Wen was almost hit by the exploding talisman.

Fortunately, it was only a low-grade explosive talisman, not very powerful, and he reacted quickly enough to retreat, so he was barely unharmed.

Even so, his hair and eyebrows were burned off.

"You little beast, I'll kill you!"

Mo Wen was truly enraged!

He couldn't tolerate being treated like this by a useless person with a hidden spiritual root!

"A few explosive tags are enough to deal with me? You're seriously underestimating me!"

Mo Wen immediately lunged at Yang Fan again.

Seeing Mo Wen closing in relentlessly, Yang Fan followed suit and threw out a talisman.

But this time, Mo Wen smiled coldly, and then his whole body drifted away like a willow catkin, instantly dodging the talisman.

"boom!"

The talisman exploded, yet Mo Mo was unharmed.

"What an idiot! Your low-grade explosive talisman flies slowly and has limited power. Do you really think you can hurt me with that?"

Mo Wen clearly knew some kind of movement technique, which allowed him to dodge Yang Fan's talismans with his speed.

Therefore, when Yang Fan threw the talisman over, Mo Wen was able to quickly dodge it using this movement technique.

"This movement technique is quite good. If I could learn it, I would be more confident in dealing with the old Taoist priest."

Although the old Taoist priest was of a high level, he was clearly practicing unorthodox methods that lacked a coherent system.

If I can master this movement technique, I'll definitely be more confident in dealing with the old Taoist!

Just as he was pondering, Mo Wen approached again.

"Go to hell!"

Mo Wen reached for Yang Fan's throat, clearly intending to tear it apart.

"Now!"

Yang Fan flicked his finger, and a fireball shot out from his fingertip, heading straight for Mo Wen.

"boom!"

The fireball exploded instantly, completely surrounding Mo Wen.

"what!"

Mo Wen screamed and hurriedly retreated!

"You...you can actually cultivate!"

Mo Wen immediately realized the problem.

Yang Fan is clearly a cultivator with a useless spiritual root who can't draw spiritual energy into his body, so how come he can cultivate normally?

He doesn't even have any cultivation techniques, so how could he suddenly be able to cultivate?

What terrified him even more was that he couldn't detect any cultivator aura on the other party from beginning to end.

"This is bad, we have to get out of here!"

In a moment of desperation, Mo Wen immediately rushed towards Qingyun Temple.

As long as he can escape back to Qingyun Temple and report this matter to Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang will definitely not let this kid off the hook.

Just as Mo Wen was making his calculations, Yang Fan rushed forward.

If Mo Wen gets away, I'll be in big trouble.

In a moment of desperation, Yang Fan immediately rushed forward, unleashing another fireball.

"boom!"

Mo Wen hurriedly tried to dodge using his movement technique.

However, having already been hit by the fireball, Mo Wen was seriously injured and his movements were noticeably slower. He then took another solid hit.

This time, the fireball completely enveloped Mo Wen.

"Ahhh..."

A series of screams rang out, and in his agony, Mo Wen drew his sword and wildly swung it around.

Yang Fan then pulled out two talismans and threw them at Mo Wen.

"You think you're so good at dodging? Let me see if you can dodge this talisman!"

The two explosive talismans exploded instantly!

After taking two explosive talismans head-on, Mo Wen was blown into several pieces and was dead beyond any doubt!

Once the smoke from the explosion cleared, Yang Fan immediately stepped forward to finish off the attacker.

Although Mo Wen had already been shattered into several pieces, Yang Fan still added a few more cuts to each piece of the corpse just to be on the safe side.

Only after confirming that the person was definitely dead did Yang Fan breathe a sigh of relief.

After putting away Mo Wen's storage bag, Yang Fan glanced at the corpse and threw out a few fireballs.

If you kill someone and don't destroy the evidence, it will be easy to be exposed.

Only after the body was completely burned did Yang Fan leave with Mo Wen's storage bag.

He didn't rush back to Qingyun Temple, but instead found a safe place to start checking Mo Wen's storage bag.

"I wonder what's in that kid's storage bag!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up as he opened the storage bag.

"It's a flying sword!"

Yang Fan happily took out the flying sword and played with it for a while.

As a menial servant, he was not qualified to use a flying sword, and Yang Fan had always wanted to get one.

After killing Mo Wen, I finally obtained a flying sword.

Although this flying sword is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is already quite good that it can fly.

"However, the origin of this thing is unclear, so we still need to be careful and not let others know about it."

Yang Fan hurriedly put the flying sword into the small cauldron.

"I wonder if Mo Wen carries his own magic technique with him at all times?"

After rummaging through Mo Wen's storage bag for a long time, Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

【Floating Catkins Movement】

"So, this is Mo Wen's movement technique."

Yang Fan glanced at it and, confirming it was a movement technique, happily accepted it.

Yang Fan searched through Mo Wen's storage bag for most of the day, but found nothing.

"This guy is way too poor! He doesn't even have many spirit stones!"

Yang Fan shook his head and threw down the storage bag and the other items.

Mo Wen has a master after all, and if someone tampered with the storage bag, it would be troublesome if the investigation led to Yang Fan.