The three-hundred-mile journey, at the speed of the carriage, would naturally be impossible to reach in one day.
After a whole day of driving, the last golden red of the setting sun completely sank into the distant mountains.
The convoy stopped at an open river beach in the lee of the official road, preparing to spend the night in the wild.
The handymen skillfully unloaded trucks, fed horses, collected firewood, and cooked meals.
Soon, several bonfires were lit, and the jumping flames dispelled the darkness and brought some warmth.
Fang Han Five people were sitting around a bonfire. On the bonfire was a hare they had just caught.
A handyman who was quite good at cooking was roasting the hare for them.
As it roasts, the aroma of the seasoned hare gradually spreads out.
At the end, it was even more fragrant and oily, which made the five people who only ate some dry food at noon involuntarily have an appetite.
"Senior brother, senior sister, it's ready to eat."
The handyman cut the hare into small pieces with a knife, put them on five clean wide leaves, and handed them to Fang Han five people respectfully.
"Thank you."
Fang Han Five people took it and started eating.
Maybe it was because they were too hungry. The five of them, who had eaten a lot of good food, found that the rabbit meat was surprisingly delicious. It felt no worse than the ones made in restaurants.
"Xiao Chen, Chen Ying, and Shi Yong, you three will stay here for the rest of the night, and Zhao Li and I will stay for the rest of the night."
After eating the rabbit, Fang Han, as the strongest among the five, took the responsibility to arrange tonight's vigil.
"Okay."
In the world of martial arts, strength is respected. Xiao Chen and the four of them had no objections and immediately followed this arrangement and stayed up all night.
Late at night, the forest is silent except for the rustling of the treetops in the night wind and the occasional, heart-stopping howl of wolves in the distance.
The night passed without incident, except for a few wolf howls that made the packhorse pulling the cart uneasily scratch its hooves, there was nothing unusual.
The next morning, the convoy set off again.
It was another whole day of driving, and I only drank some water and ate some dry food on the way.
By the time the setting sun dyed the horizon orange, the team had reached two-thirds of the way and found a leeward mountain col as a campsite for the second night.
Night fell again and the bonfire was rekindled.
There are still three people, Xiao Chen, Chen Ying, and Shi Yong, on duty for the first half of the night.
After sleeping in the wild last night and being on guard and on the road during the day, the faces of the three of them inevitably showed a hint of fatigue, but their eyes remained alert.
Being able to join Azure Profound Sect through fierce competition, their tenacity is far beyond comparison with others.
However, they did not realize that in the deeper darkness, a dozen pairs of eyes were like hunting wolves, staring at the motorcade illuminated by the bonfire.
The leader is none other than Qian Yong's confidant, the man with a tough face and fierce eyes - Qian Li.
He and his men have been following the convoy quietly for more than a day.
"Boss Qian, why didn't you take action last night? Did you have to wait until tonight?"
A man with a scar on his face lowered his voice and asked in confusion. He rubbed his hands and seemed impatient.
Qian Li glanced at the three people on duty beside the campfire with cold eyes, and his voice was extremely low, with a hint of hoarseness.
"Last night was the first night. These Azure Profound Sect brats are in high spirits and are most vigilant. After one night, their energy and spirit must have relaxed a lot... Tonight is the best time to take action!"
He paused, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his hand violently.
"Do it, remember, do it like a mountain bandit!"
After giving the order, the figures of more than ten people, like ghosts, took advantage of the cover of the night and trees, lowered their footsteps, and quietly approached the convoy in the mountain col.
Their movements were vigorous and their landing was almost silent. They were obviously good players.
Beside the campfire, Chen Ying's expression suddenly changed.
He was born with a keen sense of hearing and picked up the almost inaudible strange sounds that were different from the sound of wind and insects.
"There's a situation!"
He stood up suddenly, his sword unsheathed for half a foot in an instant, the cold light reflected on his stern face, and he shouted in a low voice.
This warning sounded like thunder piercing the silent night sky!
Fang Han and Zhao Li, who were sleeping lightly, were startled and woke up instantly. They turned over and jumped up almost at the same time, already holding the weapons in their hands.
Fang Han and Azure Edge Sword were unsheathed and made a slight buzzing sound.
Zhao Li also had a pair of daggers crossed on his chest, his eyes sharp.
"Exposed, kill!"
Qian Li Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, he stopped hiding, shouted loudly, and waved his hand.
More than a dozen people no longer hid their whereabouts. The cold light of their unsheathed swords merged into one in the night, and they rushed towards the convoy with murderous intent.
In an instant, the sound of clashing weapons, shouts, and the neighing of pack horses broke the tranquility of the mountains and fields.
The opponent had an absolute numerical advantage, and each of the five Fang Han was entangled by two or three people almost instantly.
These people are not just a mob. They all have a calm aura and fierce attacks. They are actually Ninth Grade Inner Qi Realm warriors!
Xiao Chen swung his long sword, and the sword light was like rain, forcing the two Ninth Grade Martial Artist who besieged him to retreat continuously, but it was difficult for him to win for a while.
Chen Ying faced the pincer attack from three Ninth Grade Martial Artist. He responded calmly, used rigorous sword skills, and defended his position without leakage, but he also fell into a hard battle.
Shi Yong roared again and again, with a pair of iron fists that were powerful and heavy. Fighting with two Ninth Grade Martial Artist, he had the upper hand, and the wind of the fists roared, forcing the opponent not to dare to fight head-on.
Zhao Li Body Movement is dexterous, with a pair of daggers spitting out messages like poisonous snakes. He shuttles and dodges under the siege of the three Ninth Grade Martial Artist. Although the situation is surrounded by danger, the daggers are often thrust out from incredible angles, making the opponents very fearful.
"Whoosh!"
On Fang Han's side, three Ninth Grade Martial Artist surrounded him in a cross-shaped formation, raising their swords simultaneously and attacking fiercely.
Fang Han's face was calm, and <Startling Swan Step> was deployed, his body shape was erratic like a ghost, avoiding fatal attacks at the last moment.
Azure Edge Sword turned into a cyan electric light in his hand, and the power of <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> Minor Accomplishment completely exploded.
"Tsk!"
The sword wind tore Void Sundering energy, with a sharp whistling sound.
He made a "Returning Wind Shadow Sweep" move, and the sword light eerily bypassed the incoming blade, accurately slicing across the throat of this Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
This Ninth Grade Martial Artist's eyes were full of unbelievable horror, and he fell to the ground clutching his throat that was bleeding.
The other two Ninth Grade Martial Artist were horrified, and their offensive couldn't help but stagnate.
Fang Han was unyielding, and changed his sword moves again, using "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds", the sword light rotated, and the long sword wrapped in the wind enveloped the remaining two Ninth Grade Martial Artist at the same time.
"Dang, Dang--"
One Ninth Grade Martial Artist was hit with a sword in his wrist and the weapon dropped, while the other Ninth Grade Martial Artist had his chest cut open by Sword Qi and screamed in agony.
"Puff, puff--"
Taking this opportunity, Fang Han quickly swung two swords and wiped them from the throats of the two Ninth Grade Martial Artist, killing the two Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
After Qian Li asked his men to take action, he did not take action immediately, but watched the entire battle from the sidelines.
Be prepared to provide support wherever the situation goes wrong.
Seeing Fang Han being so brave and killing three of his men in an instant, he was shocked and angry.
"Trash!"
He cursed secretly, bent his body, and pounced on Fang Han like a big bird.
Before anyone arrived, a hot and fierce fist wind was already pressing down on him!
His punch was nothing fancy, but it contained Eighth Grade Martial Artist's powerful Internal Qi. There was a faint red color on his fist, and the air made a burning hissing sound.
Fang Han felt a wave of heat hitting his face, suffocating his breathing.
Azure Edge Sword quickly rushed out, the tip of the sword trembled, and it stabbed straight out.
"Clang!"
The fists and swords collided, making a loud sound like the clash of gold and iron.
A huge force came along the sword, Fang Han's arm shook violently, his blood surged, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. Only when the force was released, a few deep footprints were left on the ground.
Qian Li, on the other hand, is only slightly swaying and is obviously more dominant.
"Eighth Grade Martial Artist!"
Fang Han looked at Qian Li with a solemn expression.
From the power of the attack just now and the unabashed Internal Qi fluctuations on the opponent's body, it is not difficult to judge that this is a Eighth Grade Martial Artist.
Although he is quite confident in his own strength, he is not afraid of ordinary Ninth-rank late stage warriors, and even killed a Ninth-rank late stage warrior.
But when he encountered Eighth Grade Martial Artist, he couldn't help but feel solemn as never before.
"Fang Han Be careful!"
Xiao Chen, Chen Ying, Shi Yong, and Zhao Li all exclaimed in unison when they saw that Fang Han was actually attacked by Eighth Grade Martial Artist.
They wanted to rescue, but they were tightly entangled by their respective opponents and couldn't escape at all.
"Some tricks!"
Qian Li laughed ferociously, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"However, Ninth Grade is just Ninth Grade after all. Let's see how many punches you can take from me!"
Grade Eight Internal Qi exploded in full force, and the aura around him suddenly surged.
"Boom--"
His fists were like red-hot irons, bringing up afterimages and launching a violent storm-like attack on Fang Han.
The fist wind was fierce, and each punch contained the power of breaking open monuments and cracking stones. It was obvious that he was practicing some kind of fire-attribute Internal Qi technique.
Fang Han suddenly felt the pressure double.
"Whoosh, whoosh--"
He stepped on <Startling Swan Step> and used Body Movement to its extreme, constantly wandering and dodging in the field.
Azure Edge Sword turns into a ball of green light, sometimes blocking and sometimes counterattacking.
The characteristics of <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> are brought into full play by him. His sword moves are swift and treacherous. He does not directly confront Qian Li, but attacks the flaws and vital points between Qian Li's moves.
"Bang!"
The wind from the fist passed by, Fang Han's clothes were scorched, and his arm felt a burning pain.
"Tsk!"
The sword light passed by, and a blood mark appeared on Qian Li's shoulder.
The two of them fought fast, their figures intertwined, and Sword Qi fists crisscrossed, destroying the surrounding vegetation into a mess.
Both of them had wounds on their bodies.
'Are the disciples of the sect so scary?'
Qian Li became more frightened the more he fought. He thought he could easily crush the opponent with Grade Eight's cultivation.
But he didn't expect that the other party's Sword Technique was so exquisite and ruthless, and his Body Movement was so slippery that he couldn't take any advantage.
Although he knew that disciples like Azure Profound Sect were stronger than ordinary warriors, he never expected to be this strong.
The strength of Ninth-rank middle stage can compete with him, the warrior Eighth-rank early stage.
Although the four Xiao Chen were fighting hard, they all paid attention to the fighting situation on Fang Han's side, and saw that Fang Han actually fought with Eighth Grade Martial Artist without losing.
Although I was shocked, I couldn't help but ignite hope, fight back hard, try to deal with the opponent as soon as possible, and go to support.
"Bang bang bang--"
The fierce battle between Fang Han and Qian Li soon exceeded a hundred moves.
Qian Li already had seven or eight sword wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, the bleeding continued, which obviously affected his condition.
Fang Han also had shortness of breath and was burned in many places on his body by the fist wind. Internal Qi suffered a huge amount of energy.