"Whoosh. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" In the dark night, a white figure passed through the sky, and Yao walked through the forest like a ghost, and disappeared in an instant.

Yang Fan, who had already left, didn't know what was behind him, of course, he knew that Zhong Ling and the others were hiding in the woods next to him, not because he saw through the hiding of a few people, but because he smelled the scent of a few people.

Although he didn't have time to apply tracking powder on the bodies of those ambushers, however, there were so many people, the smell was too obvious, and with the "Greyhound" potion combined with the tracking technique he created, it was really not too easy to catch up with those people, and naturally it was easy to find a few people.

It's just that a few people didn't mean to come out, so he didn't say anything.

"It's right ahead. Yang Fan, who was moving forward quickly, made a pause, then slowed down a little, his movements became more hidden, and there was not the slightest sound coming out, in order to avoid being discovered, he even used some potions to hide the smell on his body.

Although most of the day had passed since the raid at noon yesterday, it didn't take so long with Yang Fan's speed, and it only took dozens of minutes to catch up.

Stopping behind a tree, he looked up and saw in front of him a heavily guarded camp with about three hundred people, and the way it was camped was indeed the army's marching formation, and it was obvious that these people were very likely to be soldiers.

Closing his eyes, Yang Fan let go of his perception with all his might, enveloping the entire camp, and the slightest wind and grass were in his perception.

"I, II. Thirty-one, thirty-two, three hundred and fifty-two, hey, the weakest are all third-rate players, among which there are forty second-rate players, as well as ten first-rate players, and a top master, this is probably not an army, but a personal guard of a certain big man, and his identity is probably not small there. ”

Yang Fan's eyes showed a thoughtful look, before the great changes in the world, the more than three hundred people in front of them were able to form a first-class martial arts sect comparable to Kongtong and Emei, even if the world is changing now, this force in front of him is definitely not trivial, even if it is a prince, he may not be able to take it.

He is really curious about the identity of the person in front of him now, you must know that even if it is the Shennong Gang that he recovered, there was only one first-class master at the beginning, and there were ten masters of this level in front of him, not to mention that even in this era of countless masters, he could be regarded as a top master.

"Interesting, let me see where you come from?" Yang Fan's thoughts flashed in his heart, looking at the heavily guarded camp, thinking about it, he still didn't use the poison he configured.

Although it is true that using poison can easily take down these people, and it can even be said that it does not take much effort, but this time he came with the idea of sharpening himself and crossing the catastrophe.

The use of poison is obviously not in line with his purpose, and after this period of walking in the rivers and lakes, Yang Fan also found his shortcomings, that is, he has too little combat experience, not to mention that he is on a par with Hong Qigong and them, but it is a little inferior to Mu Wanqing.

And to some extent, these people in front of him were not sent to the door to give him more combat experience.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan no longer hesitated, walked out of the hiding place directly, and walked towards the camp.

"What person?!" As soon as he walked out, he attracted the attention of the vigilant people, and after a loud shout, the people in the entire camp quickly rushed out, gathered in the open space, and looked at Yang Fan, who was dressed in white and was a little out of place with the surrounding darkness.

"Thief Saint Yang Fan?!"

"Is it him?!How could he have chased him?"

"Haven't we cleaned up all the way here?"

"What now?"

........

In an instant, looking at Yang Fan, who seemed to be walking slowly in front of everyone, the scene couldn't help but be noisy, and a few people with a high status even exclaimed.

At the same time, a bearded man dressed as a Jianghu guest, who was obviously the leader, was surrounded by everyone in the middle, and looked at Yang Fan, who stopped a few meters in front of everyone, with a solemn and surprised face, and was also secretly puzzled.

"How did he get here? Is it a coincidence? or... ？”

When everyone was in shock, Yang Fan just glanced at it, without the slightest hesitation, and shot directly, using the "Heavenly Frost Fist" that had almost never been used.

The "Three Points of Returning to the Vitality" in the body is transformed into "Heavenly Frost Qi", and the footwork of "Frost Walking on Thin Ice" is used under his feet, and the first style of "Frost Fist" in the "Frost Fist" is used, this move is the entry move of "Heavenly Frost Fist", which is used to accumulate frost energy, and the power is not small.

"Bang.. Bang.. Bang..."

In an instant, in just an instant, seven third-rate realm masters were hit by Yang Fan, and without the slightest reaction, their bodies were covered with frost, and they fell to the ground with frostbite, their breath getting weaker and weaker, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Yang Fan make a move without saying hello, everyone was stunned, but the leader was the first to react, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency is a thief of Saint Yang Fan, I don't know where I offended Your Excellency, I hope Your Excellency can stop first, let us explain a thing or two." ”

"That's a lot of nonsense, I just attacked me before, and now I want to pretend I don't know, it's such a cheap thing. Yang Fan snorted disdainfully, and cast the second form of "Frost and Cold Moon" in "Heavenly Frost Fist" in his hand, and a mist began to fill the entire building, and spread farther and farther.

Looking at Yang Fan, who appeared and disappeared in the dense fog and kept shooting, the leader knew that he couldn't be good, and immediately said fiercely: "Form a formation, kill him for me." ”

When the words fell, his whole person pounced on Yang Fan, and with his strength at the top of the realm, he was able to resist Yang Fan, and the other people also began to cooperate with each other in twos and threes, or resist or attack Yang Fan.

Seeing this, Yang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to the identity of the other party, although this attack method was very similar to the army's combat method, but at this time, he didn't have the kung fu to pay attention to these, but just devoted himself to "Heavenly Frost Fist".

"Frost in the Sky", hiding in the frost fog to attack it unprepared;

"Frost and Snow Flying", the fist belt is tightened, the force penetrates the human bones, and the muscles and bones of the middle are broken;

"Frost Condensation Sees Clumsiness", the subtlety of this trick is to inherit the frost scars, so that the enemy's wounds are frozen, the joints are stiff, and they are slaughtered;

.........

The nine-style "Heavenly Frost Fist" was unfolded, and the frost mist was slowly covered around him, Yang Fan's whole person was like an incarnation of a king in the fog, every move was a killing move, and the enemies around him were decreasing one by one, and his comprehension of this set of mastery was becoming stronger and stronger, and at the same time, his combat experience was also increasing. (To be continued.) )