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Yan Qingyang and Yun Lele had been sitting down to adjust their breathing when they hurriedly stood up. The group of people were extremely fast. Within a few breaths, they had arrived in front of them and were led by Shang Lu.

But he didn't see Ying Li or Murong Yan.

"Kill them!" Shang Lu landed his flying sword and shouted.

Behind him were more than a dozen Poison Immortal Valley disciples. They didn't make a sound as they charged towards Yan Qingyang and Yun Le Le, their swords glowing with a biting cold light.

The two of them looked at each other, and their expressions changed drastically. Yan Qingyang shouted in a low voice, "Let's split up and run!"

Yun Yue nodded. The two of them, one towards the east, the other towards the west, stepped onto the flying sword and respectively escaped.

Of course, with so many people here, it was obvious that they had come prepared. Their goal was clear, they were here to kill someone. What was there to say? If they couldn't beat them, they had to flee!

Yan Qingyang fled eastwards. She turned her head to glance back and was relieved to see that most of the Poison Immortal Valley disciples were chasing her.

The person Shang Lu hated was himself, so he would definitely chase after him first. This was the reason why Yan Qingyang and Yun Lele said that they would split up and run away.

However, there was one thing that puzzled Yan Qingyang. The secret realm was very big, how had Shang Lu found him time and time again?

There were only two people chasing Yun Yue and Yun Le, but there was a group of people chasing Yan Qingyang. At this moment, another person walked out from behind and chased after Yan Qingyang with a snort.

Another person walked out of the forest after a short while. His body also flashed as he chased after Yan Qingyang.

Yan Qingyang urged his flying sword as his thoughts raced. He couldn't think of a way to escape like this. There were five or six Poison Immortal Valley disciples behind him, and most of them had higher cultivation bases than her. She couldn't escape!

Without waiting for her to think, the Poison Immortal Valley disciples had already caught up and surrounded Yan Qingyang. Xiao Yin knew that the situation was critical and quickly slid down Yan Qingyang's sleeve.

Those Poison Immortal Valley disciples had once joined in to encircle and annihilate Little Silver, and upon seeing the fearsome Little Silver, they retreated in fright. Shang Lu shouted, "Everyone, don't be afraid, this little snake has already been contracted with its master, and is only at the Third Stage!"

Only now did everyone notice this, and they felt slightly more at ease as they once again surrounded him.

Shang Lu's sinister eyes stared at Xiao Yin, gnashing his teeth he said, "This little snake has injured many of our brothers and sisters, everyone do not hold back, chop it up for me!"

When Xiao Yin understood, she flung her body and raised her head high, spitting out her red snake tongue as she glared furiously at Shang Lu.

"This scum actually wants to chop me apart. I'll definitely tear him to pieces when I catch him!" Yan Qingyang heard it say angrily in his mind.

At this moment, a few Poison Immortal Valley disciples pounced forward. Yan Qingyang brandished his glowing sword in one hand and his other hand brandished his throwing knives. The trash of the six flying knives spiraled in the air as he charged towards the Poison Immortal Valley disciples.

Xiao Yin let out a hiss as well. Her huge body swayed as she charged forward.

The flying daggers sparkled, and one of the Poison Immortal Valley disciples cried out, "This little girl is not simple at all. The long sword and flying daggers in her hands are all top-grade magic tools.

"Humph!" Shang Lu snorted, "Kill her, it won't be easy anymore!"

With that, he also joined the battle.

Even if Yan Qingyang had the help of throwing daggers, how would he be able to hold on? It was fortunate that Little Silver had helped, otherwise he'd probably lose in a few rounds.

She wanted to escape, but she couldn't break through. She couldn't help but become more and more anxious.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Yan Qingyang took out a talisman and a small talisman. Taking advantage of the pause in Poison Immortal Valley, she took a peek at an opening and escaped.

There were a few grunts, someone was injured!

"Aiya, that little girl is a lot of trash!" "Quickly chase!" A Poison Immortal Valley disciple shouted.

After all, the difference in cultivation was there. Yan Qingyang had been caught up to by someone after only a few steps. She had no choice but to use the same method to throw away the charms.

The disciples of the Poison Immortal Valley naturally threw out talismans as well. However, they were not as generous as Yan Qingyang. They could not understand how an outer disciple could have so many talismans. Many of them were worth a lot of spirit stones.

"Senior brothers and sisters, this little girl has quite a few treasures. Quickly kill her, her things are ours!" Shang Lu clenched his teeth and shouted.

A group of people at Qi Disciple level 7, level 8, and level 9 could not even catch a little girl. They too felt that they had lost all face and lost all face.

In this way, they became even more furious and their attacks became even fiercer.

Yan Qingyang was even more unable to hold on. Little Silver was incomparably brave and fierce, but she was only a Third Order warrior. She had been severely injured while she was escaping and had already retrieved the Jade Fan Space.

"Haha, she can't hold on any longer, hurry up!" The disciples of Poison Immortal Valley perked up and one of them shouted.

The other Poison Immortal Valley disciples were encouraged and their attacks became fiercer. They were also holding their breaths. Yan Qingyang was only an outer disciple of the Cloud Flower Sect and was only at Qi Disciple level 6.

If they did not catch them now, they would have to suspect the strength of their Poison Immortal Valley!

Yan Qingyang staggered and was stabbed again.

Was there no other way?

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She quietly connected to the space within the fan and released the Golden Sand Bees. There were more than ten Golden Sand Bees in the fan. If it weren't for the fact that they were at the end of their tether, Yan Qingyang wouldn't have released this trump card.

"Weng weng weng …" A dozen Golden Sand Bees flew out towards the heads of the Poison Immortal Valley disciples.

"Golden Sand Bees!" The Poison Immortal Valley disciples had started their families with poison. Of course, they recognized this. Their expressions all changed as they quickly and carefully dealt with this situation. Yan Qingyang took advantage of this time to run away.

"Heh, even a disciple of the Cloudflower Sect, who had always been proud and arrogant, has used a wasp. This has really opened my eyes!" Shang Lu harrumphed. He didn't avoid the Sand Bees and chased after Yan Qingyang.

Shang Lu was the son of the Poison Immortal Valley's leader, Shang Congtian. Naturally, he was not ordinary. He just so happened to have the magic treasure to restrain the Golden Sand Bees, and the Golden Sand Bees didn't dare to pounce on him.

"No wonder our poison didn't work on her. So she also knows how to use poison!" Shang Lu's eyes flashed.

Poison was naturally used by the Poison Immortal Valley disciples when they fought Yan Qingyang, but they had never seen Yan Qingyang being poisoned. In fact, they were quite puzzled because Yan Qingyang had been injured by the Golden Sand Bee poison in the Secret Palace. Miao Miao had given her a drop of spirit liquid that had condensed from the seedling's body to save her.

The golden sand wasp held back the other disciples. Shang Lu was not affected and continued to chase after Yan Qingyang.

Yan Qingyang was a low-level merchant, so how could he be a match for him? It was already good enough that he could escape.

Yan Qingyang continued to throw out talismans and sacrifice treasures as soon as he saw Shang Lu closing in on him. In this way, the two of them chased each other and fled. After about seven to eight days, Yan Qingyang had run out of talismans and was covered in wounds. He simply didn't have time to heal.

"Yan Qingyang!" Let's see where you can run to now! " Shang Lu was panting from exhaustion. He had suffered a lot in the past few days and had become more and more irritable. If he hadn't held his breath and wanted to kill Yan Qingyang and chop Little Silver, he would have given up long ago.

Yan Qingyang turned around and leaned against a large rock, watching Shang Lu walk over step by step.