Chapter 15: Bombardment

After leaving the pill shop, Han Yi went straight to the courtyard where he lived.

For him.

In the entire Mengshan City, the Xuanhuo Pill Shop and that courtyard are probably the safest.

I came out today and gained a lot.

Not only did I buy a broken version of the sword-controlling spell, but after trading pills and buying materials, the spiritual stones I had on hand exceeded one hundred for the first time.

A huge cash flow.

On Xiaolingxu Peak, probably only those outer sect leaders who have practiced Qi at the fifth and sixth levels can be so arrogant.

As the saying goes, only with money can you have confidence.

This sentence is true in any world.

In Han Yi's mind, he has already planned that when he is working hard, he can let go and use spiritual stones lavishly.

If the qualifications are not enough, spiritual stones will make up for it.

The third level of Qi training is just the beginning. Next, the middle and late stages of Qi training, and even the foundation of the immortal way, are just a matter of time.

Just when Han Yi was thinking about this.

He had walked more than half of the way and was crossing a small alley. He was only two streets away from his yard.

This small alley was the most remote place between the Xuanhuo Dan Shop and the residential yard.

As usual, he would be extremely vigilant when crossing this small alley.

Just as he was about to finish the alley, a dull sound of footsteps came from behind him.

The footsteps came from far away and approached within a short breath, that is, about three seconds, from dozens of meters away to within three meters of himself.

Han Yi frowned, paused slightly, and leaned sideways to the wall.

Since the person coming was in such a hurry, let him pass first.

In this way, the danger of close contact was reduced.

This was his subconscious action.

This small alley was not narrow, and it was also three meters wide. It would only take half a breath for the other party to pass by, and it would not take much time.

Han Yi just leaned sideways, and before he had time to see the appearance of the person passing by, he smelled a pungent smell of burnt food.

This is... the smell of pills.

Is the person passing by an alchemist?

Only alchemists, who have been refining pills for many years, can have such a strange smell.

But why does this smell seem so familiar? Where have I smelled it before?

This thought emerged in his mind.

At this moment, the person who came was already level with him, about two meters away from him, and was about to cross the alley.

In Han Yi's heart, the thought about the "pungent smell" just emerged, and he had not figured it out yet, and was confused.

In a flash, the picture flipped and froze on a scene in the Xuanhuo Dan Shop. It was a smell he smelled when he first stepped into the Xuanhuo Dan Shop.

The owner of the smell was...

Suddenly.

He raised his head abruptly.

Jiang De.

The person who passed by was Jiang De.

Before he could think about it, he keenly sensed a trace of mana fluctuation.

This trace of mana fluctuation burst out from the figure two meters away, who was level with him.

At the same time.

Killing intent, naked killing intent, burst out.

In an instant.

Han Yi's hair stood on end, and his scalp was numb.

The breath of death was so close.

In a flash, he had no time to think, and his body's instinct had already reacted first.

Puff! !

He swung his right hand violently, bent his fingers and flicked them heavily, and the spiritual light shot out.

Because it was instinct, the mana compressed by this style of Lingxu Finger was still one-fiftieth of the total mana of the whole body.

The spiritual light exploded between the two people, and there was a flame jumping in the exploded spiritual energy.

The hot breath rushed to his face.

The opponent's spell was a fire spell.

Han Yi didn't dare to imagine if he would be burned to death if he was hit by this fire spell.

But he could roughly predict that he would probably have to explain here today.

Such a thought only flashed through his mind.

Before the thought was extinguished, anger surged.

Instinct still broke out before anger.

After the first move of Lingxu Finger broke out and blocked the opponent's spell, the opponent obviously did not expect such an accident to happen. He thought that he could kill Han Yi with one move, so he was not ready for the next spell.

Under the stimulation of death, instinct will not stop.

Almost immediately after the Lingxu Finger of the right hand, the left hand also threw out a move.

In the short time difference that was almost impossible to catch, the second Lingxu Finger had passed through the chaotic aura ball jumping with firelight and hit the opponent's arm heavily.

"Bang!"

The opponent's arm exploded at the shoulder.

Blood mist exploded.

A short scream sounded.

To be continued.

Puff, puff, puff...

Under the crisis of death and shock and anger, instinct broke out first, and then reason took over the body.

No matter which one it was, in just two breaths, that is, within six seconds.

Han Yi's magic power was drained out.

Fifty spiritual fingers, like brilliant fireworks, exploded in the alley one after another.

Bombardment.

It happened in a flash.

There was footsteps behind him, then Han Yi turned sideways, then the mana on the other party fluctuated. Han Yi instinctively flicked his fingers when there was no time left, and then the mana in his body was completely drained.

It took just a few breaths of time.

In the alley, other people reacted.

The aura ball was still rolling, and screams were heard around.

Han Yi didn't have time to think.

He was about to rush through the alley and escape.

Suddenly, he kicked something under his feet, looked down, grabbed it with his hand, and his body did not stop, turned around the alley, and disappeared in a flash.

A quarter of an hour later.

The cultivators from the official organization of Mengshan City finally arrived.

What they saw was a corpse that was blown to pieces with even the bones shattered into slag.

It is not appropriate to call it a corpse. At most, it is a rotten meat ball.

A high-level cultivator frowned.

"The remaining aura here is roughly around the fourth level of Qi training, not more than the fifth level of spiritual energy."

"Besides, there is only this piece of rotten meat left, and there is no identity mark on the body. What are you checking?"

"Isn't it common for cultivators to fight? No mortal was hurt."

"Besides, the other party's storage bag was not at the scene. It should have been robbed."

"No need to check, define it as a robbery case."

The high-level cultivator waved his hand, defined the battle, and left.

An hour later.

A low-level cultivator came to clean up the scene.

Two hours later, there was no other trace at the scene except the smell of blood.

And time went back.

When Han Yi turned out of the alley, his body couldn't help but tremble, but he controlled his steps with great willpower, not letting himself walk too fast, and quickly blended into the crowd.

When he got outside the yard, he squeezed the last mana in his body, passed into the array, opened the yard, and then locked it.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He leaned against the gate and collapsed to the ground.

Fear, shock, anger, panic, nausea...

Many emotions, countless, emerged one by one.

At this moment, his heartbeat, which he had suppressed forcibly, suddenly beat wildly, as if the whole heart was about to jump out of his throat alive.

"Jiang De wants to kill me."

"I killed him."