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"Junior brother Fan, did you sense it?" Hu BingYan asked in a slightly serious manner.
"I sensed a king level soul, but it didn't have any profound fluctuations. That is to say, this person was at the great circle of the Spirit Sea. Only his Soul Dao cultivation is comparable to a king level soul." This person's lifespan is exhausted, and he does not dare to die. He actually used a special method to preserve his soul. " Fan Wuji pondered as he spoke.
At this moment, the look in Hu Bingyan's eyes changed again and again. Hu Bingyan was a middle stage king, but she could only see that the soul hidden deep within the tribe was a king level soul. She didn't sense anything else. However, Fan Wuji sensed it, which indirectly meant that Hu Bingyan's sensing ability was inferior to Fan Wuji's. She was slightly unhappy, but she could not help but have a whole new level of respect for Fan Wuji.
"Junior apprentice-brother." How much combat power can your body unleash? " Hu Bingyan asked in a serious tone.
Fan Wuji smiled confidently, "Fighting a few Spirit Sea Realms shouldn't be a problem. Senior Sister, what about you? "
"Junior brother is so confident. Even if I face the enemy with the profound mysteries, I'll only be able to unleash the power of a late spirit ocean. After all, our bodies are only at the Greater Heaven stage right now, and are too weak. Hu Bingyan said in a very vexed manner.
"Haha." Senior sister, with our strength, if we don't step out as kings, we will protect ourselves. In the Soul Slayer Tribe, there shouldn't be anyone who can threaten us. Why don't we go rob separately? " Fan Wuji revealed an expression of interest.
"Robbing." Junior brother Fan, this word was truly unpleasant to hear. I feel that the people of the Soul Slayer Tribe should offer us some of their treasures. Hu Bingyan said calmly.
The two of them suddenly looked at each other. They could see the tacit understanding in each other's eyes. With a bright smile on her face, Hu Bingyan stepped onto the Nine Palace Water Fire Steps and flew off in a certain direction. This footwork was based on the nine palaces, with water and fire as its purpose. It was an extraordinary Earth class footwork.
Fan Wuji was like a light and agile animal, lightly flapping his wings, dashing far away. His footwork contained a sense of beauty, a concept, and extreme speed. Butterfly Steps was famous for its profoundness and difficulty in learning Earth-grade footwork.
Not long after, Fan Wuji arrived in front of a mansion. This mansion had a majestic atmosphere, and it took up a vast amount of land. The building materials were extremely precious, and there were even two layers of formations hidden within it. Even if an ordinary grandmaster were to barge into this formation, he wouldn't be able to escape for a short period of time.
In front of the mansion, a few males that looked like servants shouted, "Who are you? "Stop right there!"
Just as he shouted, Fan Wuji leaped up, and with a surge of true qi, he jumped over the unimaginably tall wall. The servants at the entrance of the manor were dumbstruck.
The few of them immediately pushed open the doors to the manor and rushed into the courtyard. When they entered the courtyard, all they saw was a cloud of dust, but not a single trace of Fan Wuji.
This manor was simple and unadorned; it was a three-way residence. At this moment, Fan Wuji had already arrived in the courtyard. His appearance alarmed the several Xiantian masters in the mansion.
"How dare you!"
"Who is good at my Maura manor?"
At this moment, the two Xiantian masters shouted at the same time. As he spoke, two ghost-like shadows appeared in front of Fan Wuji. The two Upper Sky Grandmasters both released their innate energy and used the Hundred Steps Godly Fist to kill him.
"Scram!" Fan Wuji gave a low roar, and his sleeves began to move, using the half-step perfect profound mystery. It was the same Innate Qi, an attack that contained the meaning of half-step perfection. It was even more terrifying than the eruption of spirit power.
With two bangs, the two Xiantian masters were sent flying and smashed against the two walls like a mural hanging on top of them. Soon after, the wall began to crack and dense cracks could be seen.
"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting?!" Your esteemed self is truly outstanding. Even though you are a grandmaster, you possess the strength of a grandmaster. With how stunning you are, you probably aren't an ordinary person. Please come in and meet us. " A healthy voice came from the depths of the mansion.
Hearing this, Fan Wuji's face was calm as he activated his Butterfly Steps. His speed didn't decrease in the slightest, and he left afterimages behind him as he directly entered the third courtyard.
As soon as he entered the third step, Fan Wuji felt two completely different waves of true intent. Of these two waves of true intent, one was extremely unique and very rare.
"Friend. I wonder what business do you have in coming to my Moura manor? " A voice filled with vigor drifted out from the house.
At the same time, with a creaking sound, the door was opened. A tall old man with a white beard rushed out like a ghost, arriving not too far away from Fan Wuji.
The old man's tone was full of questions. Judging from his aura, he was a spirit ocean grandmaster, and one who grasped both true intents at the same time.
"I don't seem to have a friend like you." Fan Wuji said with a smile that was not a smile. He grinned and said playfully, "As for why I'm here. It's very simple. "Robbing!"
When the word "robbery" came out of his mouth, the atmosphere had instantly turned to ice. It was calm, his tone was serious, and there wasn't the slightest hint of a joke in it.
"What a big tone. In a circumference of ten thousand miles, no one would dare to rob me, Mordor. " The white-bearded old man, Maura praised coldly.
Fan Wuji's white robes fluttered as he lightly laughed. He leaped forward, his footwork was ethereal, and with a strange, unpredictable trajectory, he bullied his body. When he got closer, he used one hand as a palm and his entire body as a fist. The half-step perfect profound meaning was used in his fist and palm, bringing with it a transcendent charm.
With two bangs, Mo Sang's face turned serious. He used his spiritual power to sense the trajectory of his fists. At the same time, he pushed out his hands which contained two different meanings to deal with the attacks. In an instant, they clashed. He received Fan Wuji's fist and palm, and was slightly happy, but his expression instantly changed to one of amazement.
The moment he caught hold of the fist and the palm, Fan Wuji strangely kicked out, aiming straight for the vital point of Mora Song.
This kick contained a great deal of power and power. It contained the half-step perfect mysteries and was full of explosive power. At the same time, Mo Sang felt a dull pain in his chest. With a "wow", his throat became salty and blood spurted out from his mouth. At the same time, his tall body staggered back seven or eight steps.
To not spare anyone when one gains power, that is the same as fighting. Fan Wuji leaped up, and came in front of Mora's body, and began to punch and kick.
Miserable cries of pain rang in the air. Mo Sang had completely lost his ability to resist, and could only passively take a beating.
In the midst of his wails, Maura Song exclaimed, "Stop!" Stop. I can promise you anything you want. "Stop."
After a few more violent attacks, Fan Wuji stopped and said with a smile, "Really? Actually, I've always been a civilized person and hate violence the most. I'm here to rob. As long as you hand over all your treasures, I can let you go. "