Ancient ruins, in the courtyard inside the river bank of the bridge.

A middle-aged man with a stooped body was half-lying among the grass and trees. Purple-blue pus and blood oozed from his face and the skin all over his body.

"Ahem... Lu Changan, please be merciful and merciful!"

Master Tan pretended to be calm, but he couldn't help coughing up blood and looked extremely weak.

"Since you have obtained the opportunity in the ruins, why bother to create complications and insist on fighting Tan to the death?"

Master Tan's eyes were tightly closed, and purple-red poisonous blood oozed from the gaps between his eyelids. One could not help but suspect that his eyes had lost their brightness due to the poison.

It is unimaginable that the previously arrogant and domineering man would end up like this.

"What's the point of fighting? You look like you're going to die. You have to beat Lu's puppet first."

Lu Changan stood dozens of feet away from the other courtyard, controlling three or four puppets at the same time, and steadily advanced into the other courtyard.

These four puppets all start at the top level of the second level and reach the top level of the second level.

Among them, there is one heavy armored puppet and one flying puppet.

There are two more bow and arrow puppets in the back row.

This kind of lineup can already compete with the fake Dan Zhenren who are in perfect condition.

"You...how can you control so many puppets at the same time?"

Master Tan turned pale with horror, and felt unprecedented despair in his heart.

Only a quasi-third-level puppet master can control so many second-level high-quality and above puppets at the same time, achieving orderly division of labor and flexible performance.

In fact, Lu Changan's puppet skills have not reached the third level, and are still a little behind, mainly because there are not enough opportunities to practice.

However, his spiritual consciousness is powerful, at least at the fake elixir level, and his puppet control skills have reached a quasi-third level.

Under the attack of the four puppets, Master Tan was in a hurry, using the best magic weapon and some talismans to barely parry.

"You are so weak that you can't even control magic weapons."

Lu Changan thought to himself.

The strength shown by Master Tan has completely fallen below that of Master Fake Dan, and activating his magic power will further aggravate the explosion of poison in the body.

If it weren't for a few quasi-third-level talismans, including a talisman, they would have been pushed aside by the puppet.

Lu Changan did not dare to take it lightly, kept his distance, and used puppets to fight in the front line.

"Lu! Chang! An!"

At the last moment, Tan Zhenren spit out a mouthful of poisonous blood, and his face turned rosy.

He opened his bloody purple-black pupils, exuding powerful false elixir-level spiritual pressure, almost returning to his full strength.

"The secret technique of squeezing life?" Lu Changan's expression changed slightly, he took out a turtle puppet with defense power comparable to that of a quasi-third level, and blocked it in front of him.

Boom! Pengpeng!

Master Tan once again controlled the magic ruler, and used the remaining talismans and talismans on his body to burn them all in one go, instantly destroying the three leading puppets.

Seeing this, Lu Changan decisively controlled the remaining flying puppet and exploded in front of him. The fierce fragments of fire covered Zhenren Tan's figure.

Wow!

Master Tan vomited blood again, the poison in his body exploded, his momentum dropped a bit, and he killed Lu Changan with a gnawing anger.

Even if they can't die together, he will kill Lu Changan as much as possible and severely damage the opponent's foundation.

"The end of the strong crossbow."

Lu Changan's face was calm, and he turned out a treasure talisman with icy frost patterns in his palm, and activated it with magic power.

hiss!

Tan Zhenren, who rushed towards him like crazy, felt a chill to his bones.

Phew! Boom——

In an instant, a huge blue cold wave, like a rotating waterfall, swallowed up everything in his field of vision.

Master Tan roared angrily, his flying movements gradually solidified, and his whole body was covered with a layer of frost.

The magic ruler with dim light was condensed with a layer of blue ice. It was still several feet away from Lu Changan, and it staggered down from mid-air.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

"Lu Changan... you are such a shy turtle..."

Master Tan's body was frozen, and his spiritual consciousness transmitted his voice, making his last voice, which revealed extreme frustration and unwillingness.

Until his death, he did not even touch the corners of Lu Changan's clothes.

Click!

The frozen corpse of a real person fell to the ground, like broken porcelain.

…

In front of the Hexagonal Palace Building.

Shi Manrong couldn't help but shudder and looked in the direction of the bridge bank.

"Lu Changan..."

At this time, she felt a real elixir-level mana fluctuation, which was extremely frightening and made her heart skip a beat.

Due to the limitation of the distance of her spiritual consciousness, she could not see the fighting in the distance very clearly.

After a while.

The familiar young figure flew back slowly and quickly.

"Friend Lu Dao, is everything going well?"

Shi Manrong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lu Changan who was unharmed.

"solved!"

Lu Changan smiled happily and said:

"Fortunately, Master Tan was seriously injured by the poison, so he could only unleash a one-two punch attack. Otherwise, a third-level low-grade talisman might not be able to take his life."

Not long ago, Lu Changan used an ice magic talisman that had been cultivated for decades.

That talisman was made from the earliest batch of second-grade high-grade spiritual wood. Its spirituality and power broke the limits of the material and was comparable to the third-grade low-grade talisman.

The art of treasure talismans, using talismans to store treasures, is almost lost in the talisman industry.

Lu Changan inherited the heritage of his previous life and started plotting from the moment he entered the foundation building stage.

Coupled with the characteristics of evergreen magic power and decades of unremitting daily cultivation, it is now quite effective.

The only regret about killing Tan Zhenren was that due to the fierce fighting, the storage bag on his body exploded and most of the items were destroyed.

Fortunately, the most valuable Wu Chi magic weapon was only slightly damaged.

In addition, there is a top-grade defensive weapon and several quasi-third-level ore materials, which are relatively intact.

Unlike Master Hu, who was killed by Lu Changan with a single blow before, the trophies in the storage bag were intact.

Lu Changan secretly thought: It is better to be the sixth person, as the losses in battle will be minimal and the profits will be higher.

…

"Ugh...it's so cold!"

As if affected by the cold spell, the pale-faced girl Wei gradually woke up.

"Senior Lu, you saved me?"

Miss Wei endured the pain and soon discovered that she had been restrained, and said with a forced smile.

What frightened her was that except for Lu Changan and Shi Xianzi, there were no other monks here.

The cold wave in the distance and its lingering power made Miss Wei frightened.

"Master Tan..."

"Today, there are only three of us left in the ancient ruins."

Lu Changan's answer confirmed Miss Wei's guess.

If other foundation-building monks could do this, she would be shocked.

But for the mysterious existence that Master once mentioned, Miss Wei accepted it logically.

"Senior Lu, let me live. What are your instructions?"

Miss Wei said respectfully.

"Lu has something to ask you."

Lu Changan was satisfied with her knowledge and did not need to spend a lot of time.

"Senior Lu, please ask me a question. This little girl knows everything and will answer it."
To be continued...