Chapter 37 - Black Clothed Man

As Yan Zilan running, Feng Yun also followed her, but this time he was flirting with her from time to time on the journey.

Yan Zilan was not irritated with Feng Yun, she was also like his sweet talks. They were traveling for three hours in the Mountains.

"Ahhh..."

Suddenly they heard a scream, two shouts of fear attracted their attention.

"That voice of the scream just now seems to be familiar." Feng Yun listened to the screams and said. He was feeling that he knew that voice.

"Okay! Let's go, take a look." Yan Zilan said as she ran towards the screams. In front of them, there was a small lake of fifty meters in width.

When they came to the place, they saw that two people were lying on the ground near the small lake, their bodies were filled with wounds and a large amount of blood pouring out of their bodies. They were heavily injured, looking at their wounds, they would not be able to live and die in a few minutes.

A middle-aged man was standing there and looking at A Spirit Herb that was not far from him. There was a scare on the face of the man, wearing black clothes, his hair was also black. His face was ugly, it looked sinister.

The Spirit herb was one foot tall and two sizes of the feet' thumb, with red-colored fruits hanging on the Spirit Herb.

"They are Zhou brothers." Feng Yun recognized the two people who were lying on the ground in a half-dead state. Feng Yun looked at the man and Spirit Herb with some understanding. Clearly, the Zhou brothers died because of that Spirit herb. But he is now more worried because that man killed the Zhou brothers, and there was not even a sign of damage to the body.

"It Red Spirit Fruit, and it has been matured." Yan Zilan said slowly. Red Spirit Fruit took ten to twenty years to mature, every ten years it produced a red fruit. There were two Red Fruits on the Small Spirit tree. Red Spirit Fruit was a high-grade Spirit Rank Fruit, it can help a body refining cultivator to break tough the Spirit Gathering Stage and any Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator could advance a small realm after consuming it.

Its value is far more valuable than the Blue Moon Spirit Flowers that Yan Zilan has on her.

But when Yan Zilan checks the cultivation base of the black-clothed person, she sundered immediately.

His power was far more powerful than Yan Zilan could fight with.

"We should leave this place as soon as possible." Yan Zilan whispered. She slowly took steps back.

"I don't think that we can leave this easily, he noticed us." Feng Yun slowly said in a hopeless voice.

"This person is here." As two of them were leaving, Yan Zilan suddenly grabbed Feng Yun's hand and looked in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy. The man with a huge scare on his face, wearing a black robe, slowly walked over.

"If you are here, why not stay here forever." The Man's voice was hoarse as he spoke, his two eyes showing a sinister and violent aura that made people tremble with fear.

"We don't think we offended you. If you are willing to let us go, I am willing to give you all treasures on me." Feeling that the black-clothed man's strength was even more terrifying than the Green monkey king, Yan Zilan was even more afraid.

"Hahaha, In front of you I killed two disciples of the Sect. Do you think I will let you leave here alive?" The man laughed, "In a while, I will kill all of you. Everything on you will be mine."

The man emitted a strong aura as he locked onto Feng Yun and Yan Zilan, and said hoarsely.

Feeling the menacing aura from the man in the black clothes, Feng Yun and Yan Zilan found it difficult to breathe, and they could only sink to the ground.

"Peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm. This person should be an expert at the Peak of the Spirit Gathering."

From the imposing manner the man gave off, Yan Zilan was able to guess his strength, her heart plummeting to the depths of the abyss.

With her and Feng Yun's strength, there was no chance of them surviving if they encountered an expert of the Peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm. A trickle of cold sweat flowed down her forehead.

At this moment, she was truly afraid.

"Feng Yun, I will hold him back, you will escape from here, immediately return to the Seven Sword Sect. Report this to the Seven Sword Sect's elders and ask the sect to avenge us." The anxious Yan Zilan repeatedly sent a sound transmission to warn him.

Listening to this, a warm feeling spurted in his heart, she was betting her life to give him the chance to escape. But he was not a coward who left her to die while saving his own life.

"This person is too strong, we don't have a chance. We can only work together and hope for a chance, or we will die together." Feng Yun took a deep breath, silently increased his physical strength, and prepared to give it his all.

Yan Zilan's heart filled with happiness that Feng Yun did not leave her and was ready to die with her.

"Fire Shadow Sword Art."

Yan Zilan did not just sit there and wait for death. Along with the ear-piercing sound of a sword, she leaped into the air. Boundless fire energy surged into the Fire Crystal Sword, chopping at the black-clothed man recklessly.

"Black Eagle Claw!"

Facing the attack of the Yan Zilan, the man didn't dodge. Endless Spirit Qi gathered in his right hand, and in a blink of an eye, a dark green, sharp ghost claw flew out and hit the incoming Fire Shadow Swords.

Bang!