Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Chapter 1691

"No problem. Fellow Taoist can leave at any time. Even if you still want to take revenge, Wu will not make things difficult for you."

Wu Fan nodded without hesitation, with a kind smile on his face.

"Are you really going to let me go?"

Yin Wanliang looked stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help asking in a daze.

"Wu always keeps his word. Fellow Taoist, just leave with peace of mind!"

With a smile on his face, Wu Fan said and stepped back a certain distance. At the same time, he reached out and gestured forward, indicating that the other party could leave at any time.

"Okay! I will think about it carefully when I go back. If I decide to give up this grudge, Brother Sima will not make things difficult for you. I don't need you to make any heavenly vows, as long as you can do what you say!"

Yin Wanliang took a deep look at Wu Fan, and after finishing speaking indifferently, he turned around and flew away into the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After Wu Fan watched the other party leave, his eyes were wandering and he didn't know what he was looking at. After a long time, he also turned around and left the place.

"Master, are you really going to let him go like this?"

On the way back to Lezhen City, Ling'er couldn't hold it back anymore, and a voice came from the spirit beast bag!

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Is it possible to kill him? That will only increase the hatred."

At this time, Wu Fan changed his face again, and his cultivation level was also suppressed at the golden elixir stage. After hearing this, he said indifferently.

"Then master, can you be sure that Yin Wanliang will give up his grudge?"

Soon, Ling'er's voice came from the spirit beast bag again.

"Not sure! It can even be said that the chance is very small! Because from his eyes, I can see the hatred!"

Wu Fan put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and sighed with his eyes wandering.

"Then why are you keeping him? Isn't this just letting the tiger go back to the mountains?"

At this time, Ling'er's voice became a little angry.

"Hmph! In my eyes, he is just a rabbit at best. I haven't taken it seriously yet. Now I have many debts and I don't have to worry about my life. I don't care about him. What's more, what if this person figures it out after he goes back? I really agree. If you meet my conditions, then we will lose a big enemy!"

Wu Fan snorted coldly when he heard this and said with disdain.

"Well, Master is right. So what are we going to do next? Are we still going to participate in the exchange meeting?"

Ling'er in the spirit beast bag nodded, and then asked curiously,

"I can't participate in the exchange meeting. Judging from this time, those people have already set their sights on the exchange meeting. Maybe the next time it will be a dragon's pond and tiger's den deliberately arranged by others, and with my unfamiliar face and looking for materials, it is difficult not to let people Doubt it, otherwise Yin Wanliang wouldn’t have guessed it was me before!”

Wu Fan shook his head and said without even thinking about it. This time it was a wake-up call for him. Even if he thought he was doing it covertly, there would still be flaws to be found.

Let’s not talk about other things. Although there are many monks in the Nascent Soul stage in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, everyone is famous. A new face like his is too conspicuous. If the list of materials he showed does not include things from the past, it would be It's nothing, others will never think of him. After all, other major regions and some mysterious figures often come to the Eastern Jin Region to participate in exchange meetings, but he does useless work again.

Therefore, this exchange meeting can only be abandoned first.

"Well, the master's analysis is right, it is better to be more cautious. Then shall we return to the Zhongdu Territory now?"

Ling'er agreed very much with this. After briefly agreeing, she asked hurriedly and excitedly. It was obvious that she had wanted to go back for a long time.

"I will go back after a while. Since this alliance is so huge, I have no choice but to help them reduce the number!"

Wu Fan narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.

"Hey...! Master, what do you mean by this!"

Ling'er was surprised and couldn't help but wonder.

"Haha, let's go, I want to see how many strong bones there are!"

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Half a month later...

In the northern part of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, in a deep mountain and old forest, a young man was sitting cross-legged on a boulder.

This person had been sitting in the same position, motionless, for an unknown length of time.

However, at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked up to the sky, and a smile flashed on his face.

At this time, a skinny old man flew towards us from a high altitude in the distance. His speed was not slow, and he arrived nearby in just a few breaths.

This person is just a late-stage Jindan cultivator, but looking at the aura on his body, it is obvious that he has reached his peak. He must be able to break through at any time as long as he has the Yingying Dan.

But one can see an aura from this person who has been in a high position for a long time. He must be someone with a distinguished status, or a high-level figure in the sect.

During the flight, this person looked anxious and kept lowering his head to look around, not knowing what he was looking for.

However, the next moment, a golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and a figure flew from below in a flash, and finally stood quietly not far in front of him.

This scene startled this person, and he hurriedly stopped and looked at the incoming person warily.

But it was better not to look at it. After looking at it, his face turned pale with fright. Without saying a word, he quickly took out a spear magic weapon and at the same time dodged and retreated back.

"Wu, Wu Fan! It's you, so I was deceived by you!"

The old man had a look of horror on his face. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly shouted loudly.

That's right, the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder just now was none other than Wu Fan.

After he and Yin Wanliang separated half a month ago, he came to the northern region again through the Lezhen City teleportation array.

As for the purpose of coming, it was naturally to find the alliance personnel who were chasing him, because he wanted to reduce some of the burden on himself.

And this skinny old man is now the leader of a small force.

Of course, the previous leader of this sect had been killed by him, and there was only one Nascent Soul Stage monk in this force, so the old man in front of him naturally became the helmsman.

As long as this person is dealt with, this force can naturally withdraw from the alliance.

"Yes, I lied to you, but don't worry, your disciple is fine. He just passed out and is down there now."

Wu Fan looked at this person carefully, and then spoke slowly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"No... I wonder why Senior Wu came to see me?"

The old man opposite did not talk much about the disciple. Instead, he touched the cold sweat on his forehead and asked vigilantly.

He had no intention of escaping, because he knew that facing such a person, he was not even qualified to escape. After all, he was a being who could kill more than ten people under siege by dozens of Nascent Soul Stage monks.

"Don't worry, if Wu is hostile to you, he will directly kill your sect. I came here just to settle our grudges."

Wu Fan shook his head, smiled, and said calmly.

"this……!"

The old man felt relieved when he heard this, and his face finally looked better, but he didn't know what to say at the moment.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. As long as I agree to withdraw from the alliance and swear an oath of heaven to ensure that our grudges will be settled in the future, I will give you some benefits. Do you agree?"

Wu Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense and said with a solemn expression.

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