At the first moment, Fang Zixuan woke up.

For the first time, Fang Zixuan looked at the young man in white, only to see that the young man in white had just jumped onto the iron-boned horse.

"Hey, wait for me. Fang Zixuan hurriedly flew up and jumped on the horse, and then drove the iron-boned horse to the white-clothed young man.

The young man in white glanced at Fang Zixuan, and then rode forward.

Come on, don't say anything, just keep up. Fang Zixuan rode his horse and followed behind the young man in white, and at the same time, his eyes fell on the position where the young man in white had sit.

That bowl of spiritual wine was still full.

Sure enough, Fang Zixuan shook his head with a wry smile.

Two quarters of an hour later, the two returned to the path.

It was still the young man in white in front, and Fang Zixuan followed in a position about twenty zhang behind him.

Similar to yesterday's situation, after encountering three groups of ordinary martial artists, the two were finally targeted by the fourth group of martial artists.

This time, it is a combination of two late Wuhou, two mid-Wuhou, and two early Wuhou.

Therefore, after a bitter battle between the two, the young man in white finally killed three of them at the cost of minor injuries, while Fang Zixuan killed the other three at the cost of three deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

Fang Zixuan took out the new top-grade hemostatic pill and Hou Hui Dan and took it, of course, this action was done with his back to this young man in white, a person in the early stage of a military general took Hou Hui Dan, no matter how you look at it, it is a little abnormal.

"Hmph, with your little ability, you still dare to go out alone. The young man in white said coldly.

Fang Zixuan smiled and did not refute. The young man in white said this is not unreasonable, he didn't plan to wander around this area, because coming to this place was purely accidental, and in addition, because the young man in white was present, Fang Zixuan didn't dare to use the Vermilion Bird Fist and Destruction Fist Intent casually, otherwise, he wouldn't be injured.

After packing up the loot and destroying the corpses, the two continued on their way.

After some time, the two turned their horses' heads again and walked into the dense forest on the right.

After stopping in an open field, the two of them each lit a fire and sat down to rest.

The young man in white still sat silently.

Fang Zixuan was cheeky again, walked over to the young man in white and sat down.

Maybe he knew that Fang Zixuan was thick-skinned, and the young man in white didn't bother to pay attention to Fang Zixuan, as long as he didn't disturb him, let him be.

Fang Zixuan poured a bowl of spiritual wine and put it in front of the white-clothed young man, and then drank it one by one.

After drinking, Fang Zixuan glanced at the young man in white, then returned to his fire and began to exercise to speed up the recovery of his injuries.

When he was ugly, Fang Zixuan began to lie down and sleep, and then woke up on time at the beginning of Mao.

The two continued on their horses.

The bowl of spiritual wine in the position of the young man in white was still full.

On this day, the two of them were lucky, they didn't meet those robbers who robbed money, and finally walked out of this Jingchun Mountain at the time of Youshi.

The two continued on their way.

An hour later, the young man in white couldn't help but stop his horse, turned around, and then asked coldly, "Why are you still following me?"

"It's not that I'm going to follow you, it's that I'm going to follow this path. Fang Zixuan said.

"Coward. The young man in white said coldly, and then ignored Fang Zixuan.

Coward, what do you mean? Soon, Fang Zixuan came to his senses, it turned out that this young man in white mistakenly thought that he was afraid of being intercepted and killed by those people in the realm of Wuhou halfway, so he wanted to follow the young man in white to share some of the pressure, but he was indeed going to take this road.

"Okay, then I might as well tell you straight, I'm going to Movement City, and this is the way to Movement City, right?" Fang Zixuan said.

"What are you doing in Movement City?" said the young man in white coldly.

"Take the spirit boat, because my destination is in a city far and far to the southwest, Los Angeles, have you heard of it? Fang Zixuan said.

I don't know why, although Fang Zixuan still concealed that he was going to Qingyunmen, he still revealed his itinerary to the young man in white.

The young man in white couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, because there were just some small sects around Luocheng, where was this man in blue going to do? Could it be that he was a disciple of a small sect? But no, a disciple of a small sect could have his strength? I thought he should be an elite disciple of a big sect or even a disciple of the Holy Land, or an apprentice of a strong man. Because although the young man in white said that Fang Zixuan's strength was average, he was very sure of Fang Zixuan's strength in his heart, at least, his strength was not necessarily much stronger than him in the early days of the general.

Thinking about it, a thought suddenly flashed in the heart of the young man in white, could it be that he was lying to me?

Thinking of this, the face of the young man in white became a little gloomy.

"Liars. The young man in white said coldly.

This is the second time that Fang Zixuan has been called a liar by the young man in white.

Liar? Is this talking about me?" Fang Zixuan looked at the young man in white suspiciously.

"What does that mean? I don't understand. Fang Zixuan said.

"L.A., small place, you, don't look like the people over there. The young man in white said coldly.

I see. It turned out that he didn't think that my strength was like a disciple of a small sect, so he thought that my statement that I went to Los Angeles was false. Fang Zixuan suddenly realized.

At this moment, Fang Zixuan couldn't help crying and laughing, after all, the suspicion of the young man in white was not wrong under normal circumstances, if Fang Zixuan hadn't met Wang Wenguang, he would indeed be just an ordinary disciple of a small sect.

"But I'm really going to L.A. What's more, you don't allow one or two people with passable strength to occasionally pop up among the disciples of the small sect?" Fang Zixuan asked rhetorically.

"You, too much, not like. The young man in white said coldly.

"However, I am indeed a disciple of a small sect. Fang Zixuan smiled bitterly.

"Liars. The young man in white coldly uttered the word liar again.

"Okay, okay, okay, then how do you believe what I say?" Fang Zixuan asked.

I don't know why, Fang Zixuan cares more about the impression of the young man in white about himself, otherwise, if he is called a liar by ordinary people, Fang Zixuan will not bother to pay attention to it so much, whether you believe it or not, anyway, I will believe it myself. Moreover, this is the case, and it has nothing to do with believing it or not.

"Personal tokens. The young man in white said coldly.

What does it mean? Fang Zixuan didn't react for a while.

"If you have, I will believe it. The young man in white said coldly.

Oh, it turned out that he wanted to look at my personal token to confirm whether he was really a disciple of the small sect. Fang Zixuan hesitated.

Seeing Fang Zixuan's hesitant look, the young man in white thought that Fang Zixuan's lie had been exposed by himself, so he snorted coldly: "Liar." ”

This is the fourth time.

When did he become a professional liar? Fang Zixuan smiled bitterly again. So do you want to show the young man in white his personal token?