As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived on the mountain, and with the naked eye they could already see the makeshift camp set up on the mountain.

"Follow me later. The fat man spoke.

"Okay. Han responded.

What Han Fan didn't expect was that the fat man actually walked straight over, and the soldiers in the camp were sitting around and teasing, and when they saw the fat man and Han Fan, they didn't say a word, and they picked up their weapons and greeted them.

Han Fan is a little big, and he doesn't know how many people there are on the other side, is it really good to be so reckless?

"What army do you belong to?" asked the leading soldier.

This is the frontline battlefield between the Wang army and the Ouyang clan, and there are wars and assassinations everywhere, and it would be ridiculous to say that someone came here for sightseeing.

"I'm a subordinate...... Wang Jun's. The fat man laughed.

The face of the leading soldier changed, and the six of them rushed forward without saying a word.

Han Fan stepped back a few times, ready to see what the strength of this fat man was.

"Boy, do you know, I'm actually a swordsman!" the fat man turned around and quickly said to Han Fan, his sword finger ruffling his hair.

Han Fen had no experience and didn't know what kind of expression he should respond to at such a time, so he could only grin and indicate that he had heard.

The fat man turned his head, and several people had already attacked in front of him, and his sword fingers remained unchanged, slashing lightly from left to right.

A blood mark appeared in the throat of the three people in front, and then the blood surged wildly, the anger in the eyes of the three people gradually dissipated, and the expressions of the four people behind changed greatly, and they suddenly thought about retreating.

The fat man flashed to Han Fan's side after making a move, and the four of them saw that the fat man did not advance but retreated, although they had doubts, but they were more fortunate that they had only one thought at this time, that is, to quickly go down the mountain to report the military situation, and if the place was gone, it could be recaptured, and if the person was gone, it would be completely gone.

The fat man's hand still surprised Han Fanxiao, maybe that finger in the eyes of outsiders is a powerful spell, but in fact it is not, the fat man also said it very clearly before, he said that he is a swordsman.

People who call themselves swordsmen and people who claim to be sword cultivators are completely two different concepts, for swordsmen, they are more inclined to the kind of attachment to the sword, the swordsman's sword is the sword that he has figured out, and the sword of the sword cultivation is about the quality of the weapon and the formula.

Then, based on what Han Fan saw, it was easy to deduce that the fat man's move was not a spell at all, but a sword!

That sword was the fat man's own sword.

The reason why Han Fan was puzzled was because he didn't feel the existence of Dao Intent from it, if it wasn't for Dao Intent Attack, how could it be so powerful?

"Your sword is very beautiful!" Han Fan said. He wanted to test the fat man, because he was not sure if his analysis was accurate.

"Hahaha, I'm just bullying a low-level monk. The fat man smiled.

Hearing the fat man's admission, Han Fan's eyes flashed, it seemed that this fat man had a deep attainment in swordsmanship.

"But, you're going to let them go like this?" Han Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Otherwise, I'm the one who is the leader, how can I do the chasing thing, it's not too cheap!" said the fat man as a matter of course.

The four of them rushed down the hill as fast as they could, and suddenly as if they had tripped over something, the four of them fell forward one after another, and then a cold light flashed, and the four heads rolled down the hillside, and several of them died without even letting out a scream.

Seeing that the ghost blade revealed its lower body and then disappeared, Han Fan also confirmed the guess in his heart.

Han Fan looked at the barracks, it stands to reason that how could he not be aware of such a big movement, he thought about it for a while, and then he was relieved, I am afraid that the soldiers in the barracks will never be able to leave the makeshift house.

The door opened, and Hua Niang walked out with a glorious face, Han Fan saw Hua Niang's twisting waist, sighed and looked away.

Somehow, Han Fan always felt that the soldiers in the barracks were ruined by Hua Niang.

The fat man stood in place, and several people came over to gather one after another.

Han Fan took a look, this time only the ghost blade, the flower girl and the fat man attacked, and Han Fan didn't see the others at all.

A strong wind blew, and Han Fan smelled the smell of blood in the air, and looked intently, chasing the wind had already appeared beside several people at some point.

The fat man seemed to have expected it, and nodded with a smile.

About half an hour later, the rest of the people also came, and Han Fen could clearly feel that the three people named Han Baijian, Baishan, and Chuangang did not have the slightest murderous and bloody smell on them, which showed that it was very clear, Han Fen was dissatisfied, and asked us to wait so long without killing anyone.

"Fortify the camp, we're going to be here for a while. The fat man said.

Han Fan followed a few people to clean up the camp, as a newcomer, of course he did the most, but Han Fan didn't mind at all, for the monk, this little physical work was really nothing.

There are a total of five rooms in the barracks, two of which are occupied by three women, and the rest of the men are divided, and Han Fan and Fat Man are one.

Curious, Han Fan couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.

"Fat brother, I'm curious about how everyone in our team is distributed?"

"Phantom blade assassination, Hua Niang uses poison, chasing the wind is responsible for investigation and pursuit, Baishan is the formation mage, Hanbai Sword is sword cultivation, and Chuangang is the refining body flow. The fat man introduced Han Fan separately.

"That doesn't make sense...... Han Fan muttered.

"What?" the fat man looked sideways at Han Fan.

"After Bai Shan, Han Baijian, and Chuan Gang came back, they didn't have the slightest smell of blood on their bodies, and they didn't feel the slightest murderous aura in the whole person. Han Fan paused when he said this, and when he saw that the fat man's expression was still the same, he continued.

"Bai Shan is a formation mage, and he can understand that he has no murderous aura on his body, but what is going on with those two people?"

"You say this, it's good to tell you something in advance. The fat man shook the fat on his waist and snorted.

"Killing people will produce such a thing as karma, the so-called karma, that is, the good has good and evil has the meaning of retribution, killing too many people, karma is too heavy, it will affect their own cultivation and future development, so some monks in order to avoid karmic contamination, rarely kill. ”

"If you don't kill people, how can you survive in the cultivation world?" Han Fan lowered his head when he asked this question, as if he was running away from something, he always felt that the rules of survival of the fittest were too cruel.

"Break the opponent's dantian, break the opponent's limbs, beat him stupid, or these can be combined, it's good not to kill people, there are many ways. The fat man said as he scratched his back and his arms, as if he were talking about something short in the family.

Han Fan secretly said to himself, breaking the dantian and breaking his limbs, and finally beating people stupidly, what is the difference between that and killing him, and even this way is worse than death.

"As long as you don't kill people, won't there be karma?" asked Han Fan.

"Theoretically, it should be so, but karma is nourishment for some sword cultivators, and in their opinion, the road to the top must be full of bones, so they regard this as their own honor. The fat man looked indifferent.

"Then how do you determine if karma is helpful or harmful to you?" Han Fan asked.

I saw the fat man looking at Han Fan like an idiot, "Your question is like asking me who is the good guy and who is the bad guy." ”

"It's not easy to distinguish between good and bad!" retorted Han Fan unconvinced.

"Yes, so if you think it's a good person, it's a good person, and if you think it's not, then it's not!" the fat man patted his chest, as if to say that he was a good person.

Han Fan immediately understood what the fat man meant, in fact, what he said before was very clear, in the eyes of some sword cultivators, to reach the top is to step on other people's lives, then that is to say, everyone's path and ideas are different, as long as you think that killing people is right, karma will not be harmful, on the contrary, karma will entangle you.

"It seems that we will kill less people in the future. Han Fan sighed, his tone tactful.

The fat man was still squinting and smiling, but no one noticed the glint in his eyes.

"Killing less and not killing are two different concepts! What is the definition of less?" thought to the fat man.

He looked at the young man sitting on the wooden bench, the young man looked sideways at the window, his eyes were clear, the fat man was very envious of such eyes, he was suddenly very curious about what Han Fan was thinking.

"The illusion realm is not counted, then take this opportunity to kill more, and let's be good people after we go out!" This is the true thought of Han Fan's heart.