After leaving the main hall where the city entry token was issued, Han Fan saw at a glance that the woman who had just given him directions was chatting with two male monks across the street.

The female monk cryptically glanced at Han Fen, her expression not changing at all. She covered her mouth and chuckled while listening to her companion. Han Fen looked at the three of them carefully, and left without wanting to talk.

With the lessons learned from Bai Mo last time, Han Fen had a true understanding of the world of cultivation.

Fate only applies to the last life. In this life, 90% of all coincidences have a cause, and more than half of the 90% are full of malice.

There is something wrong with this female monk. This was the only conclusion Han Fan came to.

After he recalled his previous chat with the woman, he looked enlightened.

I said before that I wanted to go out of town, so I'm afraid that's the problem.

The previous impression of the woman showed that she was at the peak of the Four Realms. The two male monks had only glanced at her briefly, but what was certain was that she would only be higher than the female monk.

Although the three of them were just chatting, the woman's position and facial expressions could be seen.

As he walked, he considered whether to continue leaving the city.

The two male monks must be at the fifth level of cultivation, maybe even higher. His cultivation level at the first level of the fourth realm is somewhat inferior.

In the past, in the vertical and horizontal domain, he could cross the border to kill and use advanced magic to suppress him. Here, Han Fan did not have the confidence.

He had seen Ji Ye's magical power of slipping into the shadows, and the elder brother's magical power of turning invisible when he disagreed. He didn't realize how powerful his magic was at all.

…

"City Lord, there are three bugs following Han Fan. Two are at the beginning of the Fifth Realm and one is at the peak of the Fourth Realm. They are all wild cultivators. They often blackmail young children who have just entered the city. Their methods are not very honorable." The guard next to the City Lord's Mansion received the message,

Report immediately.

An Ye was lost in thought, tapping her fingers on the armrests of the seat. The senior asked him to take care of his apprentice, but he didn't specify to what extent he would take care of him.

Maybe the senior himself doesn’t know? This idea suddenly popped up in An Ye’s mind. Thinking of Gegra’s rare hesitation before, he felt that this guess was very close.

"Leave this problem to me, what do you want me to do?" An Ye complained to herself. "Keep surveillance, and don't act rashly as long as Han Fan's life is not in danger."

"Yes." The guard quickly conveyed the order.

…

After much hesitation, Han Fan decided not to leave the city.

At worst, sleeping under an overpass for one night is not a problem at all for the monks.

If there is an overpass in Yun City.

"Why doesn't that kid leave the city?" One of the three men from before asked, following far behind.

"Did they notice us? They shouldn't." The woman was a little unsure.

"You said before that he asked you for directions. Did you say anything?" The man had done this kind of thing many times, and his intuition was still very sharp.

"I asked him his name, but he didn't know anything else," the woman recalled.

"That's it. Although he is a young child, he is still a monk in the underworld. How can he ask directly about his name?" The male monk sounded a little dissatisfied.

"I asked him his name. We can cast a spell directly and threaten him without leaving the city." The woman said her purpose.

"How credible do you think this name is?" the man asked him. "If he gave you the name of a terrifying existence, it would be too much to cast a curse on you."

"But how can a monk in the first stage of the Fourth Realm know the name of a being of that level? Moreover, our witchcraft is also limited in scope. If he doesn't tell his name, it will be a waste of effort at best." The woman encouraged.

Courage retorted, his voice getting smaller and smaller as he spoke.

The male monk was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, what his companion said was not unreasonable.

"What do you think?" he asked another companion.

"I think you can try it, but you will lose some basic materials." Another male monk listened to the woman's words, thought about it before and after, and agreed.

"What's his name?" asked the friar.

"Gegra."

The man recalled it and made sure he had never heard of this name before.

If a monk in the first stage of the Four Realms really has a background, there is no need to personally stop others to ask for city entry tokens. No matter how you think about it, he will not be a person with a background.

One of the men was responsible for continuing to follow Han Fan, while the other two, a man and a woman, took a detour to pass Han Fan and found an inn to stay at on his way.

The monk skillfully took out the materials and began to arrange them. The woman opened the window a crack and observed Han Fan's movements.

"Let's get started." The woman said without looking back.

"Yeah." The man cut his finger, and a drop of blood floated in the air with the support of spiritual energy.

Then he took out a piece of thin parchment, used his spiritual energy to make coins, and wrote the three words "Gegra".

Immediately afterwards, the big man muttered something in his mouth, and along with the murmur, the drop of blood seemed to be alive, branching out like tentacle-like things, gradually dyeing the three characters "Gegra" on the parchment red.

Then the monk wrote his name under the parchment. After the last stroke was written, the spiritual energy in the man's body quickly drained and merged into the parchment on the table.

But soon the man's color suddenly changed, "Something's wrong!" he suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" The female monk was startled and turned back to check the situation.

"My spiritual energy continues to flow and cannot stop at all." The man's voice was mixed with fear.

He was very familiar with this situation. This was an existence that he shouldn't mess with. He had personally seen a fellow Taoist put a curse on an eighth-level monk because he was tricked, and it eventually backfired until he died.

For that kind of existence, it has nothing to do with the casting distance. As long as someone casts a spell, they can detect it immediately.

The man looked at the female monk angrily, "Didn't you say that you are just a young boy with no background? You are plotting against me and seeking death!"

The man struck quickly, not caring that he was in the city.

The woman's expression changed drastically, and she threw out a talisman that had been prepared in her hand.

The man instantly recognized that it was a sixth-level explosive seal, and rushed over without even trying to avoid it.

After throwing out the talisman, the woman quickly formed a seal to fight back, but he obviously underestimated the man's madness. The explosion of the talisman directly caused the man's chest and half of his face to be bloody and bloody, but the man's speed was not affected at all.

The right fist carried a strong sound of wind and thunder, and the fist was covered with a layer of black horn.

Before the woman's magic power could be formed, a punch penetrated her chest. The black fist poked out from behind and turned into a red fist.

The woman's eyes gradually became empty. She held a thin needle tightly in one hand and pierced the man's waist.

The man felt a pain in his waist. He knew that the fine needle must have been poisoned, but he didn't care at all, because the spiritual energy in his body had gone away, and it was his turn to lose his life.

An idea flashed through the man's mind, thinking about whether to rush down and kill the other companion, but the two of them were at the same level of cultivation, and in his current state, it was obviously unrealistic.

In the last few minutes of his life, he hurriedly took off the brocade bag. His thoughts were already confused. He wanted to destroy the brocade bag, but he couldn't think of any way.

Feeling the rapid passage of life, he opened his mouth wide, stuffed the kit directly into his mouth, and then swallowed it with all his strength.

The kit was about the size of a palm, but it was a little too big for his throat. The man put his hand in and squeezed it in.

His face was purple from holding back, the veins on his temples were bulging, and his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

He turned on the active burning lifespan, exhausted his last bit of strength, and slapped his chest, and the bag fell down under the force of this palm.

The man's face gradually dissipated due to suffocation, and finally turned pale.

His vitality had completely dissipated and he was obviously dead.

The woman's body fell backwards with the force, her body pushed open the window that was already open a crack, and fell from the second floor to the street outside, quickly turning the surrounding ground red.

The nearby monks hurriedly avoided the surrounding area, and then looked at the second floor intently.

No one panicked, no one screamed.

Everyone's expressions were a little serious and a little confused.

What they don't understand is that someone dares to openly kill people in the city. Is it an ignorant person who is fearless or a person who knowingly commits a crime?

When the woman fell, Han Fen had already walked a few steps away. After hearing the sound, he looked back and frowned when he saw that it was the woman who had given him directions before.

He didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

Looking through the open window, I could only see that the room was in a mess. After sensing it with my spiritual sense, I saw that there was also a corpse lying on the second floor. It was one of the male monks who had been chatting with the woman before.

After a little sensing, he knew that the life force had dissipated, and then he "saw" the parchment on the table with his spiritual consciousness, and his name was written on the parchment.

To be precise, it was written by Gegla.

Han Fen's pupils shrank, and he was indeed the target of this group of people.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Fan guessed the general process. The female monk was responsible for providing the name, and the male monk was responsible for casting a witchcraft curse on him, but he did not expect that the curse was the most powerful wizard in the entire underworld. From then on, the result

It's already doomed.

The man should have known that he was going to die, so he thought that the woman was deliberately harming him, so he tried his best to kill the woman before he died.

"Haha." Han Fan sneered.

If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?

At the same time, I felt a little more vigilant and careful, as the danger level in the underworld was indeed a bit more dangerous.

Only the monk who followed Han Fan was left in the small team of three. He also saw the death of his two companions and knew that there was something wrong with the name.

After hesitating for less than three seconds, he decisively turned around and left.

He was very envious of the two men's kit, but he knew that if he died in Yun City, it would never be his turn to get the kit.
Chapter completed!