As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Two hours later, Fang Han flew five hundred miles with Shangguan Yun. Because he was flying with one person, the speed was much slower than before when Fang Han flew alone.

"Sir, can I fly with a sword like you in the future?"

Suddenly, Shangguan Yun, who was hugging Fang Han's waist from behind, asked cautiously, and you could hear the expectation in her tone.

"Can't!"

Fang Han said without hesitation.

Shangguan Yun trembled visibly after hearing Fang Han's denial, and her hands holding Fang Han's waist tightened, as if she was afraid that Fang Han would abandon her.

Feeling Shangguan Yun's disappointment, Fang Han smiled darkly and continued.

"But with my help, you can still fly with a sword in the future!"

Shangguan Yun, who was already heartbroken, became bright again after hearing Fang Han's words.

"Sir, is it true?"

"Well, why should I lie to you about a maid? What good will this do to me!"

"It stands to reason that with your waste spirit root qualifications, even if you practice for a lifetime, you will not be able to break through to the second level of Qi refining."

"For servants like you, the sect can have as many as they want, so the Yin Demon Sect will not give any resources to the servants. Without resources, the second level of Qi Refining is the highest state you can reach in your life! "

"Since you followed me, as long as you are loyal to me, even if you have a useless spirit root, I can let you at least break through to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining."

"Sir, my slave Shangguan Yun only belongs to you in this life. Even if I die, I will still be your ghost!"

Shangguan Yun did not hesitate at all and firmly expressed his loyalty. Fang Han nodded with satisfaction. What he wanted was someone who was only loyal to him, even if he had poor qualifications.

Unknowingly, the two of them flew more than 100 miles away. Suddenly, there was a weak spiritual power fluctuation in front of them. After flying another two miles away, Han could already see three monks fighting below.

Among them was a man and a woman who were being beaten back by an old man in gray clothes.

"Uncle Gu, since my father and I were close friends during his lifetime, please let me go!"

"Brother, let's die together!"

"Shut up!"

"I promised my father before he died that I would take good care of you."

The man had a look of determination on his face and scolded the woman who refused to leave.

The old man in gray clothes smiled half-heartedly and said, "What a deep love between brother and sister!"

"In this case, I will send you on the road together!"

Then the old man in gray clothes dodged, came in front of the man and struck his palm with a palm towards his chest. The palm of the palm struck by the old man in gray clothes had black gas, which was obviously highly poisonous.

Seeing this, the man condensed a fireball the size of an egg in his palm and threw it towards the face of the old man in gray who was attacking him.

The old man in gray sneered when he saw the fireball flying towards him, and the fireball was scattered with a flick of his sleeve.

The man was shocked. He didn't expect the old man in gray to dissolve the fireball technique he released so easily. He didn't have time to think about it and crossed his hands in front of his chest to block it.

"bump"!

The man's arms were hit by a palm from the gray-clothed old man, and his arms broke with two clicks. The man was also blown three feet away by the powerful impact.

"what!"

The man let out a scream, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. His arms turned black when he resisted the palm of the old man in gray, and black blood with a fishy smell flowed out from it. The black blood dripped on the soil and made a sizzling sound. Corrosion creates holes.

"Brother, woo woo woo!"

"Nothing can happen to you. You are the only relative I have in this world, woohoo!"

Upon seeing this, the woman rushed forward, hugged the man into her arms and cried.

At this time, Fang Han also drove Shangguan Yun with the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade, landed a hundred meters away from the three of them, and watched quietly.

"Fellow Taoist, this is a matter between you and I. I hope you don't interfere!"

The moment the old man in gray clothes landed on Fang Han, he noticed the arrival of Fang Han and then spoke.

The old man in gray clothes couldn't help but look solemn when he saw that Fang Han was at the ninth level of Qi refining, which was comparable to his own.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm just taking my slaves to see the fighting in the world of cultivation. If you continue, I won't interfere."

Fang Han said calmly to the vigilant old man in gray.

"So best!"

"blow!"

A flying sword flew out of the gray-clothed old man's storage bag and struck the dying man with a sound of breaking through the air.

"Pfft!"

The flying sword flew out from the man's chest, and the woman's arm was also pierced, bleeding out. The old man in gray changed his hand skills to the flying sword, then turned around and flew back to hover in front of the old man in gray.

"Big brother!"

"Woooooo!"

The woman didn't care that her arm was pierced by the flying sword. She looked at the lifeless brother in her arms with red eyes and cried bitterly.

"did you see it?"

The world of cultivation is all about the weak and the strong. You must not have any Holy Mother's heart in the future, otherwise you will die without knowing how!

Fang Han said coldly to Shangguan Yun, who had some sympathy in his eyes.

"Yes, I will obey the master's teachings!"

When Shangguan Yun heard what Fang Han said, he put away the trace of sympathy in his eyes and became indifferent again. He only showed tenderness when he looked at Fang Han.

"If you don't save me, sooner or later you will follow in the footsteps of my brothers and sisters and die badly, hahaha!"

Although Fang Han and Shangguan Yun talked very quietly, the monk's hearing was so sharp. After hearing this, the woman who burst into tears stared at Fang Han and cursed bitterly.

This is the ugliness of human nature, which is often displayed vividly without any scruples. The woman knows that she must die, so she bursts out the truest thoughts in her heart.

Fang Han's face turned cold, and instead of letting her go, he used the Nether Soul Reaper Blade to decapitate the woman. The headless body of the woman shook and fell to the ground.

"High-grade magic weapon!"

The old man in gray clothes exclaimed in surprise when he saw the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade offered by Fang Han, and then a look of greed appeared in his eyes.

"It seems that this person is a young master from a certain family who is traveling with his maid. Although he has the ninth level of Qi Refining, he probably has no actual combat experience. After all, I have killed many second-generation ancestors like this before!"

Thinking of this, the old man in gray clothes looked at Fang Han with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and then he approached Fang Han and Fang Han with a smile, intending to walk in front of them and start another attack.

"Fellow Taoist, you have such a level of cultivation at such a young age. I have been practicing for most of my life and I have not been as good as your Taoist. I am really practicing like a dog. May I ask which cultivation family your friend comes from?"

The old man in gray planned to compliment Fang Han to dispel his vigilance. In his opinion, Fang Han, a second-generation ancestor from a cultivating family, would not even know his last name once he was complimented.

But Fang Han couldn't see the little tricks of the old man in gray, and there was a sarcastic look on his lips.

"Hongyu, Zhang Qingxue, you two ghosts, please treat this old guy well!"

Fang Han took out the soul-eating flag and summoned the two red jade ghosts, intending to let them deal with the old man in gray. After all, he had a younger brother, but he shouldn't have a younger sister and he had to take action himself. Wouldn't it be too cheap?

The old man in gray clothes suddenly turned pale with fright when he saw two red jade ghosts suddenly appeared in front of Fang Han.

He discovered that one was a Dzogchen practitioner at the thirteenth level of Qi refining, and the other was a late-stage monk at the tenth level of Qi refining. Both of them were existences that he could not afford to offend.

"Fellow Taoist, what are you doing? I didn't offend you!"

The old man in gray clothes hurriedly spoke to Fang Han, who showed a mocking look.