The opponent was only one, but the eight outer disciples at the front seemed to be facing the power of heaven and earth.

Zhang Xiaohu, who has just entered the school, is also among them.

They were so moved by fear that they were immediately swept away by the deserted sand.

Hong Fan rushed to the front of the hall.

On the stone steps, there were six people before Qiu Jing'an, divided into three rows.

The first and second True Transmission disciples stretched out their long arms and were obscured by the sand flow rising in front of them.

Hong Fan hit the sand curtain from the midline and crossed it easily.

The third and fourth people used the left and right stele palm method.

The power is good, but the speed is too slow.

Hong Fan hit the third person in the abdomen with a fire cloud palm, and the sand thorn penetrated the fourth person's calf.

Gallop through the steps.

In the end, the two of them were in a hurry and played a heart-destroying palm.

Hong Fan didn't dodge it again, but shot left and right to connect his palms.

The true qi of the five veins was surging, blasting the two penetrating high stages upside down.

There is no more obstacle between the enemies.

Hong Fan jumped up and punched out, overflowing with fire.

The roar of the avalanche also climbed to the highest at this time.

Qiu Jing'an's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the face of the ferocious fist, he did not dodge or dodge, but grabbed the big disciple who was about to fall beside him and stopped him in front of him.

For a moment, Hong Fan hesitated.

He stopped his punch to close the momentum, but his position was difficult to change, and he was slapped to the right shoulder by his opponent who was waiting for work.

The pain immediately spread, and Hong Fan coughed up blood in his mouth, but he felt refreshed.

[You're really a damned person!] 】

Qiu Jing'an used his strength to slide back, and when he was about to wait for an opportunity to make a move, he saw the sand flow sweeping in front of him, and he instantly attached himself to the opponent's body.

The two-meter-and-five-meter-tall golden-armored giant pressed over.

Hong Fan smashed his fist and was dismissed by the backpalm.

Qiu Jing'an pointed like a sword, and lightning went straight through.

This sword finger stabbed two inches into Hong Fan's waist, and was immediately stuck and locked.

The sense of crisis grabbed Qiu Jing'an's heart like the palm of his hand.

Hong Fan's hand knife cut down, and the palm edge was sharpened like a blade.

A broken wrist fell to the ground.

Blood gushes like a fountain.

[Am I going to die?] 】

Qiu Jing'an looked at the broken arm, and his mind wandered in an instant.

Before the pain came, he had the answer.

"I'm going to die. 】

Raising his eyes, the golden giant fist arrived.

The skull burst open like a watermelon, and the red and white juice was pasted with the sand armor.

The headless corpse fell backwards.

The disciples of Xingyunguan did not dare to move again.

The tidal sound fades away.

Hong Fan removed his sand armor and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

In the distance, a solid snow mist rises and falls.

He saw the mountains shake off their long-stagnant winter coats, revealing sharp ridges in the sun.

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Hong Fan did not leave Jieqiu Mountain immediately.

Qiu Jing'an has studied palm techniques all his life, and there are really some things.

The palm that just hit Hong Fan's shoulder, combined with the feminine internal strength, broke the meridians near the Zhongfu acupoint.

This injury cannot be dragged on.

Hong Fan quickly descended the mountain and found the cave before.

After a while, the brown bear, which had just come back and had not slept for long, ran out again with a wail.

Hong Fan sat upright in the cave and carefully combed the injuries to ensure that they did not deteriorate.

Then, when his true qi had recovered, he set off for the third place.

Six hundred miles to the north of the cloud view, it is the boundary of Duanjiazhuang in Boyang City.

It was just noon when Hong Fan arrived.

There is no snow in the valleys.

Boyang City is geographically more south than Xijing, and is sandwiched between two mountains, so it embraced spring early.

It has been twelve hours since Hong Fan last ate.

He had to eat something.

After going around in the forest for half a circle, Hong Fan caught a roe deer, and roasted half of it without seasoning.

Warriors eat a lot and are hungry.

Hong Fan originally planned to eat the bear in the mountain.

But first, I borrowed someone's hole, and second, I didn't want to fly with a belly of meat to increase consumption, so I finally gave up.

The roe deer meat is slightly fishy.

This made Hong Fan more and more anxious.

He realized that he had made a mistake.

Driven by anger, Hong Fan punched Qiu Jing'an's head, so that he couldn't torture the whereabouts of the three members of the Ao family.

He never made such a mistake.

So Hong Fan forced himself to meditate patiently, and he didn't leave the forest until eight o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the pulse has been opened to eighty and a half.

Standing on the mountainside, he cast his gaze.

The mountains and forests are heavy.

The long night is like a curtain.

Only the Zhuangzi in the valley burned a corner with a lamp.

Hong Fan walked towards the lamplight, and heard an ethereal sound from the depths of the wind, as if the mountains were whimpering.

The darkness has weight.

Wheezing is a bit laborious.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Hong Fan knew that he was tired.

It's not just the body, it's the mind.

Since the Lantern Festival, he has not slept well for more than ten days.

Violent mood swings are even more depleting.

Duanjiazhuang is just around the corner.

I can vaguely see a young man carrying a lantern patrolling the night.

A voice came to Hong Fan's head.

[Infiltration, assassination, torture.] 】

It is reason that speaks.

However, he immediately felt a strong disgust and was forced to squeeze the thought out of his mind.

It is precisely because Zhan Yuanzi died in an unsightly assassination.

Therefore, revenge must be above board and witnessed by others.

Hong Fan exhaled heavily, went straight along the road into Zhuangzi, and called the door in front of the Duan family.

"Liangzhou Zhangwu Academy Tiqi Hongfan, I want to see Duan Licheng."

In the dark night, lights come on.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

At this time, there was a tiqi who came to the door, and Duan Licheng knew the seriousness of the matter better than anyone else.

Unlike Zeng Dodger, he immediately prepared for the worst.

The place where the two sides met was actually the Duan clan's martial arts arena.

Torches crackled.

"What is the matter with Your Excellency?"

Duan Licheng asked.

By the light, he could see the blood stains on Hong Fan's knees, arms, and placket.

"The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night, why don't you want to think about it?"

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"Trick up!"

A middle-aged man said.

He is as burly as Duan Licheng, and he can see that there is a pure realm cultivation between his actions.

Duan Licheng stopped the clansmen.

"Your Excellency may wish to state it."

He plucked up the last luck and said.

"Asahi Mansion, Zhan Yuanzi."

Hong Fan squeezed out six words.

Duan Licheng was silent.

The wind swept over the fire.

The light reflects the banner on the sidelines.

The flag is holding the wind again.

"Do you want to take me or kill me?"

Duan Licheng asked, his momentum weakening.

Hong Fan didn't answer right away.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the three members of the Ao family?"

He asked rhetorically.

"I don't know."

Duan Licheng replied.

"It's all come to this point, and I have no reason to hide it for them."

This is sincere.

"Okay."

Hong Fan nodded.

"Then I'm here to kill you."

There was a commotion in the Duan family's crowd.

Many words came to Hong Fan's ears with the wind.

"Wild talk."

"He's a ...... Tiqi"

"Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't do it either!"

The momentum intensified until it was interrupted by Duan Licheng's reprimand.

"Silence."

He hesitated for a moment, glanced at the clansmen, took two steps forward, ripped off his collar and yelled at Hong Fan.

"If I don't fight back, you will kill me!"

His bearded face had turned red.

But at this point, what the patriarch said doesn't count.

"No."

Another old man with a half-white beard stepped out of the crowd.

Hong Fan could see that he also had a complete initial stage of cultivation.

"If you let a kid kill the head of the family in our martial arts arena tonight, it will break the backbone of our family!"

"What kind of knife will the surnamed Duan practice in the future?"

The crowd was completely boiling.

They spread out in all directions, encircling the horses in the center.

"What do you say?"

Hong Fan asked Duan Licheng quietly.

"Don't talk nonsense, just let the horse come!"

A penetrating knife man replied for the latter.

Duan Licheng took the ring-backed broadsword in the hands of his own people.

At this point, he half-pushed and half-rekindled the hope of life.

One is at the peak, two are low-level, fourteen are through, and there are eighteen mortal archers who are ranged threats.

Hong Fan was surrounded by thirty-five people.

His eyes widened slightly, and he sighed softly.

"The barren sand is ruthless, don't complain!"

The sand-forged armor rises from the ground.

(End of chapter)