When Chen An chased out of the valley, where was there still the shadow of Ren Zhongxu. What made him want to go crazy even more was that Ren Zhongxu was also from the Holy Court, and the means of tracking and anti-tracking were housekeeping skills, and they did not leave him a trace that could be traced.

Chen Anhong chose a direction with his eyes and ran away. The Twin Pole King Seal circulated all over his body, and his whole body was full of energy. He was like a wild beast, rampage, even the 10,000-year-old ancient wood couldn't withstand the force of his collision, and fell down with a bang. He was so unreasonable and forced to plow a path in this dense jungle.

Chen An is not hysterical, although he is crazy in his heart, his mind is still sober, and he knows that Ren Zhongxu wants to hide his tracks through the jungle and will never take the main road, so he didn't choose the road leading to the official road in Youlan Valley, but went directly to the jungle.

But Chen An chose the jungle, there was no way, the jungle was huge, how could it be so easy to encounter.

Soon after he left, Ren Zhongxu walked out of his hiding place, looking at the direction in which Chen An had gone, his cheeks twitched, and blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Although he escaped with his life, the chill in his heart did not go away: this guy is simply a monster, he should go back to find the eldest brother, yes, go back to the eldest brother.

He didn't kill as Mu Chengcheng expected, he was really chilled by Chen An, even if he didn't see Gu Jianping's tragic situation, but seeing Chen An chasing him out alone, he expected that he was also more auspicious. Gu Jianping's strength is clear to him, he can't make ten moves under him with all his strength, he is an out-and-out grandmaster, he was killed by Chen An in such a short time, how strong should Chen An's martial arts be, and now the only place that can make him feel safe is his eldest brother's side.

So he didn't dare to stay for a moment, and chose a direction opposite to Chen An and ran away.

Chen An ran crazy for a while, and his strength was also weak, after all, he had not yet entered the Ancestral Weather Dao, and he could not communicate with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of the True Qi and the extent of endless growth.

He couldn't catch it in one breath, his eyes were black, and he had to stop and breathe a little. At this time, he had already penetrated directly from the woods to the official road. But the two ends of the official road are empty, and there is no trace of any void.

This kind of disparity that saw that the great revenge was about to be avenged, but let the cooked duck fly, drove him almost crazy. But there was no place for him to vent, so he could only swallow this breath, find the direction of the official road leading to Qinghe, and rush away.

After chasing for a few more miles, Ren Zhongxu still had no trace, Chen An completely gave up the idea of chasing and killing, and it seemed that this account would still be settled in Qinghe.

Chen An slowed down, and he was very tired from chasing him all the way, and the horse was lost in Zhaoyang City, and he didn't bother to pick it up again, so he simply walked slowly on the official road and took a break.

Chen An's face was gloomy, and his gloomy mood couldn't get better. However, his mind calmed down, and he planned to go to Wanfang to rest for a moment or two, and then go to Qinghe to find Ren Zhongxu's bad luck. At this time, Qinghe must be waiting for him, even if he has confidence in his own strength, he will not drill into it knowing that it is a trap, then it is not conceited, but stupid.

Although Wanfang City is not the capital of Yunzhou, it occupies the main road from the Western Regions to the Central Plains, and the merchants are prosperous, taking the meaning of Wanfang to come to the dynasty, and it is a more prosperous city than Weirong City, the capital of Yunzhou. There are forces from all sides gathered there, and even if King Qin regards Yunzhou as his own private property, he does not dare to touch this cake easily.

Of course, Chen An did have something to do when he planned to go there, Wanfang City was actually the residence of the Dark Division Yunzhou Wei. The imperial court and Youyun will be in close contact in a few days, and with such a big nail as Yunzhou Wei, how can King Qin feel at ease. He hasn't moved here now because he hasn't completely torn his face with the court, and he has to use the last fig leaf to buy time to expand the armament, not to mention that it is ominous to attack the king with his ministers, and the king can only get justice by forcing his ministers to rebel. So no matter what, King Qin won't do it first.

But Chen An knew exactly when the imperial court would start, and now he was going to take advantage of this time difference to arrange Yunzhou Wei.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him, Chen An ignored it, this is an official road, and it is normal for merchants to come and go, so he did not interrupt his calculations at all.

A group of knights dressed as swords and swords came up from the rear, numbering about a dozen, led by a man with a black face and a square face, with triangular eyes and a garlic nose, and the corners of his mouth collapsed, with a fierce face that could stop children crying at night.

When the group came closer, they saw Chen An on the side of the road, with a whip of the horse, more than ten horsemen stopped together, showing a bit of well-trained, by no means the family of an ordinary local tyrant, but like a private soldier trained by a wealthy family.

The black-faced man took the lead, rushed to Chen An, first looked at Chen An carefully, and made sure that it was not the person he was looking for, and then asked condescendingly: "Hey, little ghost, have you seen a ghost girl of about your age passing through here?"

Chen An had an evil fire in his stomach, and said angrily: "I didn't see it." After speaking, he continued to bury his head in the road, looking at these people in front of him as if there was nothing, he was afraid that he would stay any longer and couldn't help but be angry with this group of unlucky people. After the amnesia, he has changed a lot, at least he will no longer kill innocents.

But he didn't want to find trouble, but things came to him.

Chen An's appearance of not wanting to be troubled is a typical example of timidity and fear in the eyes of that group of people.

The black-faced man is also unhappy, he was run away by the stinky girl, it's enough to be heartwarming, and now he just meets a kid on the road and has such a rush, and the little ghosts in these years are so lame?

He was originally born in the army, and the soldiers in the border towns naturally had some banditry. Since he was thinking about it, he didn't bother to hide anything, so he directly drove his horse to block Chen An's way, and sneered: "Stop, did I say you can go?"

Chen An was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't react, in this big Zhou world, he doesn't make trouble with others, everyone else should burn high incense, and there are still people who dare to provoke him. What made him doubt his eyes even more was the sneer of the black-faced man, this smile he was not too familiar with, in the secret prison, they always had such a smile when they forced confessions from prisoners. To put it more vulgarly, the butcher in the slaughterhouse looks at the slaughtered pig with the same expression.

Chen An also laughed, and laughed cruelly.

The black-faced man had a bad feeling when he saw Chen An laughing, and when he was about to show his hands to shock the other party, he saw that the thin and weak little ghost in front of him actually rose from the ground, jumped up and flew over his head, grabbed the head of one of his subordinates and pulled it off his shoulder, yes, yes, it was pulled off, as if it was as easy as twisting a gourd vine with his fingers.

But this was just the beginning, in the blink of an eye, ten subordinates, ten heads were all separated from the body, the young man twisted his waist in the air, and turned back, landing steadily in front of the black-faced man and horse, as if he had never moved.

The dozen or so bloody heads in his hands convinced the black-faced man that he wasn't dreaming, and the ten blood-colored fountains behind him made him feel a chill from his tail vertebrae to the top door, kicking the steel plate.

Fortunately, he has not lost the ability to think, with his years of experience in fighting, he made a decision in an instant, retreat, a dead end, advance, and a chance to survive, while the other party has not gained a foothold to kill the past, a trace of determination flashed on his face, and he pulled out the chopping knife with his backhand, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and drove the horse forward, in a vain attempt to use horsepower to assist the knife momentum. This kind of charging method is even a lot of martial arts masters who want to hate it on the spot, and he has used it to deal with several crises, and I believe this time is the same. As long as the man dodged a little, he could escape on horseback.

Of course, the ultimate goal of his desperate efforts is to escape, and when he sees the means of pulling his head, he knows that this kind of existence is definitely not something he can contend with, this scene seems simple, but in fact, if you want to pull off a person's head, don't think about it without the power of Qianjun, and exert force more than ten times in a row, at least there must be a huge force of Wanjun to guarantee the bottom. He couldn't imagine what kind of existence a person with great strength was, so he couldn't even escape if he didn't work hard.

The black-faced man's arm muscles burst out, and he had already used all his strength, and the mountain knife in his palm drew an arc of light, and when the arc light was handed forward, it instantly bloomed, releasing a light curtain composed of knife light, enveloping the entire area in front of his horse. And Chen An was indifferent from beginning to end, until he was swallowed by the light curtain.

Seeing that Chen An was covered by his heavy knife light, the black-faced man did not show any joy, but was full of solemnity, he also licked the blood on the knife edge, knowing that the more calm the other party, the thicker the hole cards, until the end of the other party under the knife, must not relax. Maybe the other party will burst out with amazing power and break their own sword light blockade.

Sure enough, a palm suddenly appeared in front of him, the five palms were slender and white, but there was no sense of beauty, but it gave people a dazzling and fierce meaning. The appearance of this palm interrupted all the thoughts of the black-faced man, and he watched in amazement as the palm slowly stretched out in front of him, completely losing the ability to think, and actually entering the white blade empty-handed.

It depends entirely on the caster's cultivation, as long as the caster is several levels stronger than the opponent's kung fu, then the caster can be successful.

The black-faced man knew that the other party was very strong, but he had never felt as powerless as now, and his mood was the same as when Chen An saw Nangong Yao push himself out of the hole with a spirit snake. The warrior doesn't believe in fate, but when the gap is so big that it makes people desperate, apart from lamenting the injustice of fate, the black-faced man really can't think of what else he can do.

He could only watch as the hand reached out in front of him, grabbed his head, and watched his body grow farther and farther away from him, and finally fell into eternal darkness completely.

Chen An threw away the heads in his hands and rummaged through their corpses to find a few books and scattered silver. This is a habit, he has a habit of collecting martial arts classics, but these books in his hand are all rotten goods, in his eyes, there is really nothing surprising.

He took the money in his bosom, rubbed the book into powder, picked a more divine horse, and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

This incident was just a small episode in the journey for him, and the only thing that affected him was the extra mount, which saved a lot of foot effort. As for whether there will be any impact in the future, whether anyone will come to take revenge, he already has a countermeasure, that is, to kill as many as he wants, and reining in his killing intent does not mean that he is cowardly and afraid. On the contrary, now he has been able to understand his thoughts in the face of things other than Ren Zhongxu, and he will definitely not be entangled in such things.

Moreover, these fierce gods and evil spirits are obviously not good, things gather like them, and those who dare to avenge them should also be among them, Chen An has no burden in his heart when he kills them.