"What's wrong with finding a girl? What else can we do when we go out at night?" Fang Che rolled his eyes.

"..."

The guard guarding the gate quietly made way with full of sadness.

You rock!

You go out and find girls!

I still have to guard the door here.

Fang Che walked out of the door casually.

Walking towards Nancheng, where the scent of powder fills the air.

Soon the figure disappeared.

…

Half an hour later.

The home of a wealthy man outside the city.

There was a commotion.

The sound of horse hooves was as fast as a rain shower and disappeared in an instant.

The big fat man was rolling and crawling on the ground: "Catch the thief... He stole the car I was riding..."

After hearing the news, the martial arts master from the hospital came and said, "Master, my third aunt has been stolen?"

…

Fang Che lay on the horse's back, like a black ghost.

Lean forward and adjust your sitting position with every ups and downs of the horse. Your butt bounces up every time it lightly touches the horse's back. Instead of becoming a burden to the horse, your body weight becomes an urge for the horse to move forward.

thrust.

His extremely skilled equestrian skills allowed him to become almost one with the horse. In the dark night, with the sound of horse hooves sounding like heavy rain, he shot into the distance like arrows.

Target.

Bai Mi Peak.

While running like a flying car, Fang Che stretched out his hand into his arms.

Shake off the mask.

Slowly wrap it around your face.

The night wind howled, causing the mask to cling tightly to his face, revealing only a pair of eyes shining in the darkness of the night, reflecting the starry night.

Four hours of madness.

It's already getting bright.

It is already seven hundred miles away from Bibo City.

The horse was exhausted.

Fang Che dismounted at a waterhole and led the horse over to drink water and rest.

"Thank you, Ma. If you know the way, go back by yourself. If you don't, just wait for me to come back and join you."

Patting the horse's neck, Fang Che leaped away as the horse neighed.

...He stole a horse again.

A familiar road.

Keep running.

Three hundred miles later.

We have entered the vast mountains, which are rugged and difficult to navigate. We are already close to the outskirts of the Forest of All Spirits.

He once again let the horse roam free by the stream at the foot of the mountain, and then ducked into the dense forest.

Just like a chameleon walking in the forest, it disappeared in an instant.

Unable to see with his own eyes how the Su family died, Fang Che always felt that his thoughts were unclear.

The Su family left much earlier than him, but they needed constant research and determination along the way.

Although Fang Che left late, he still entered Bai Mi Peak two hours faster than the Su family.

Standing on the top of the mountain next to it, I determined my position and then flew down.

Walking through the dense pathless bushes while avoiding all the sharp thorns, it was extremely smooth.

He even had time to continue to use local materials and dig out herbs one by one.

Finally...all the herbs were smashed to pieces by him on the stone with his knife.

It becomes a medicinal paste that emits a pungent smell.

He applied a small amount of the paste on his body.

Then he took most of the rest and walked around to the back mountain without hesitation.

Along the way, countless poisonous insects smelled the smell and all fled away.

We successfully reached a tight pool behind the mountain that was covered by shrubs.

Gently push aside the shrubs covering the pool, revealing the deep blue water.

There was a pop.

He threw most of the remaining medicine paste into the pool.

Then he leaned against a big rock and became motionless.

Suddenly.

It's like boiling a pot in the pool.

When the medicinal paste is immersed in the water, it is like quicklime blocks entering the water. It bubbles and bubbles, and then the entire pool becomes turbid.

That unpleasant smell exploded under the water and spread rapidly toward the bottom.

The surface of the water is calm, but the bottom of the water is already a world equivalent to poison gas bombs.

A few minutes later.

Countless venomous water snakes and other bizarre water poisonous creatures rushed out of the water, climbed onto the shore, and fled.

This smell is so disgusting!

A quarter of an hour later.

The waves rolled in the pool, and a round, triangular crocodile's head emerged from the water. It made a snoring sound and ran away.

He seemed to be cursing the smell, and even vomited twice.

Fang Che still didn't move.

Half an hour later.

There are no poisonous insects crawling out anymore.

Fang Che watched the water in the pool slowly become clearer; then he also looked at the bottom of the water, where the color of the mud slowly turned gray.

Still didn't move.

Another half-quarter of an hour later.

The bottom of the water rolled and rolled, and a walnut-thick, milky white dragon emerged from the water.

The body is a bit illusory, it is a spiritual dragon, but it is close to having a physical body.

A golden horn on the head of the spiritual dragon was already shining with a golden light.

Fang Che showed a smile in his eyes, showed his figure, and used the warrior cultivation he had just acquired to activate the pressure of his soul.

"hello."

Fang Che said with a smile.

In the previous life, right by this pool, I killed the Thousand Poison Demon King and his pet, the Golden Horned Dragon!

But he did not kill all the souls of the golden-horned dragon and fled into this pool.

Because he discovered that this place turned out to be a rare place in a thousand years, the Nine Yin Land, the best place in heaven and earth to nourish the soul.

There is a consensus that it is difficult for the soul to survive; it is rare to have such a place, so he let go of the soul of the golden horned dragon to give himself a backup plan.

Unexpectedly, I didn't wait for the soul body to take shape in my previous life, but I did wait for it in this life.

Now, it can be considered as an old friend reunited.

And soul pressure is the real trump card of Fang Che's arrival this time.

With these three words, the golden-horned dragon's spirit body that had just appeared froze in the air.
To be continued...