Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away.

The Shan family was busy in and out of Bodhi City, and the other group of people also looked in a hurry.

Mei Baoze led a group of pharmacists out of the Shanjia Pagoda and headed eastward. If only those pharmacists were alright, everyone could advance by flying, but adding the family members of those pharmacists would be different.

In half a day, they only advanced five hundred miles. Although this distance is quite good for some ordinary people, it is too slow for the strong Huangling Xuanling!

It's just spinning in circles, no matter how slow a strong Huang Ling is, he can fly five hundred miles in two hours.

But these people are the family members of the alchemist, so it is obviously impossible to leave them behind.

In an unnamed valley, a team of 3,000 people stretched out.

Hurrying is not marching, so these people naturally don't pay attention to the formation. From time to time, some people break away from the large army and rush towards the woods beside them.

Others have long been familiar with this situation. There are so many people on the road together, and everyone needs to eat and drink. It is impossible for 3,000 people to stand still and wait for one person to solve their internal emergencies. Most of the time, they solve their problems in the woods , and then went to catch up with the big troops.

This is why the team of 3,000 people stretched to nearly a kilometer.

No one noticed that there was a middle-aged man with a rickety figure in the team who had been walking with his head bowed from morning to night, neither eating nor talking to the people around him.

It stands to reason that he should have walked at the forefront of the team without wasting time, but he was always in the middle of the team and hurried on his way silently.

Until...it was getting late, and there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power on the man's slightly drooping face.

"Excuse me." The man hesitated to the person beside him, and walked quickly to the forest beside him.

Apart from this hunched middle-aged man, there were quite a few people walking towards the woods on both sides. Most of these people were going to solve some internal emergencies, and the others naturally wouldn't say anything.

As soon as the hunchbacked middle-aged man entered the woods, his steps suddenly accelerated, and at the same time his facial features and figure began to undergo slight changes.

The wrinkles on the face gradually became smoother, and the hunchback gradually began to straighten.

'Is the effect of the medicine about to wear off...'

The middle-aged man slightly raised his head and glanced at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun hit his face, it turned out to be a young face!

There was a cruel look in Shan Zicheng's eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed between his fingers, and he held a small green vial in his palm.

"Old Tan, why did you ignore me when I called you for a long time, huh? Your back is no longer bent?"

Shan Zicheng hadn't had time to drink the potion in his hand, but at some point behind him, a person came chasing after him. Hearing the tone of the other person, he was an acquaintance with "myself"!

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" The middle-aged man behind him saw "Old Tan" standing there motionless, suddenly became suspicious, frowned, walked over and patted Shan Zicheng on the shoulder.

Shan Zicheng turned his back to him, quietly put the jade bottle in his palm back into the ring, and deliberately hoarse his voice, "It's nothing, it's convenient..."

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, "Your voice..."

Pooh!

When the middle-aged man was surprised, Shan Zicheng turned around swiftly, and a short knife directly plunged into the man's chest.

"Hmm..." That person's cultivation was only at the seventh level, and Shan Zicheng covered his mouth when he opened his mouth to call for help.

In just three or two breaths, the man's eyes dimmed, and his body slowly slid to the ground.