The space inside the carriage is quite spacious, and even five people do not feel crowded.
Although riding a carriage is slower than traveling on foot, it does have its own advantages, that is, you don't need to walk and can use your time to practice.
After Fang Han got on the bus, he occupied a corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and started to run <Wind-Following Art> to practice Internal Qi.
Wang Meng saw Fang Han enter the cultivation state immediately after getting in the car, his cold eyes flashed slightly.
Seeing Fang Han racing against time to practice, it is no longer so difficult to accept that Fang Han can rise quickly.
The wheels of the carriage rolled and drove along the official road towards the destination.
Because it was an official road, the journey was relatively smooth and had little impact on Internal Qi's practice. Fang Han was immersed in his practice and felt Internal Qi slowly growing in his meridians.
Two days later, the convoy arrived at a city similar in size to Liangshui City - Baishan City.
The city wall is made of blue-gray bricks and stones, with the words "Baishan City" engraved on the lintel.
There were several people waiting at the gate of the city. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing Brocade Robe with a rich face.
When I saw the carriage flag of the Azure Profound Sect, I immediately came forward with a smile on my face.
"Baishan City Xu Clan Head Xu Rong, welcome the envoy Azure Profound Sect!"
The middle-aged man bowed and saluted with an extremely humble attitude, and several Lineage Elder behind him also saluted one after another.
"Xu Clan Head There is no need to be polite. We have been ordered to come and collect this year's offerings. Please help Xu Clan Head arrange it."
Fang Han The five people got off the carriage, Liu Ye said with his hands raised.
"It should, it should!"
Xu Rong continuous channel.
"Your Majesty, you have worked hard all the way. A banquet has been prepared in the palace to welcome you and cleanse you from the dust. The offerings have also been prepared and are being counted and loaded into the car. The handover will be completed tomorrow."
After the greetings, Xu Clan everyone led the five Fang Han people into the city and went to the Xu Mansion for resettlement.
"There is still some time before the dinner, how about we just take a stroll around Baishan City?"
After arriving at the guest house arranged by the Xu Clan, Liu Ye suggested.
Sun Ming, Bai Feng, and Wang Meng are all conative movements, and Fang Han is no exception.
After staying in the car for nearly two days, my body was a little rusty. It would be good to walk around the city and stretch my muscles.
The five of them walked out of the Xu Mansion together and walked on the streets of Baishan City.
But soon the five of them separated because of their different interests.
Fang Han found a restaurant that looked quite clean, ordered a few local special dishes, and enjoyed them leisurely, which was a treat for the stomach after being on the road for days.
After having enough wine and food, Fang Han had just walked out of the restaurant and was about to go find other people to join him when he saw a Xu Clan servant running over in a hurry, with a look of panic on his face, and said to Fang Han.
"Fang... Mr. Fang, what's wrong, Mr. Han and Mr. Bai are fighting with someone at the market in the west of the city!"
Fang Han frowned. Sun Ming and Bai Feng were performing the mission with him. If they were injured, the mission would be affected.
Moreover, when he learned that his fellow disciples were having conflicts with others outside, he could not ignore them emotionally and rationally, so he immediately said in a deep voice.
"Lead the way!"
After saying that, he followed the servant and hurried towards the market in the west of the city.
Passing through several noisy streets, the closer we get to the west of the city, the louder the noises and exclamations ahead become clearer.
Turning a corner, the scene of the Chengxi Market suddenly came into view.
I saw that the originally spacious street was now in a mess, stalls were overturned, goods were scattered on the ground, and the crowd of onlookers retreated far away, leaving a large area vacant.
In the center of the field, four figures dressed in black outfits with strange dark flame patterns embroidered on their cuffs and skirts were fighting fiercely with Liu Ye, Wang Meng, Sun Ming, and Bai Feng.
That unique clothing mark, Fang Han has seen it in the sect's classics - it is the clothing of the disciple Nether Pavilion who has a bad relationship with the Azure Profound Sect!
Not far away, a young man also dressed in black, with a somewhat evil face and interesting eyes, was standing with his arms folded, a playful smile on his lips, watching the battle with cold eyes.
In the field, the situation of the four Liu Ye is extremely bad.
Sun Ming is holding a heavy sword, powerful and heavy, but his opponent's Body Movement is extremely strange, wandering around him like a ghost.
A pair of short blades with a faint light focused on his vital points, leaving several blood marks on Sun Ming's arms and ribs, and the blood dyed his clothes red.
Bai Feng Sword Technique is very fast, but the opponent's palm technique has a cold air. Every time it intersects with the sword, Bai Feng's arms are slightly numb, his breath is not smooth, he falls behind, and his shoulders are also stained.
Although Liu Ye's pair of short thorns were agile, they were tightly entangled by a strange long black whip of her opponent. The shadow of the whip was like a venomous snake spitting messages, and it whipped at her empty door from time to time, leaving her paralyzed on both sides and surrounded by dangers.
Wang Meng Sword Technique is relatively light and agile, and his level of understanding is not low, but he obviously lacks practical experience.
Facing the ruthless and tricky attack of his opponent, he could only hold on with all his strength, his footwork was already messed up, and his cold face had a hint of paleness that was not easy to detect.
These four Nether Pavilion disciples are not weak in strength, at least they are also Ninth-rank middle stage. They are ruthless in their attacks and cooperate with each other tacitly. They are obviously not easy people to deal with.
The four of them, Liu Ye, all relied on connections to join Azure Profound Sect, and their strength can only be ranked lower among the ordinary disciples of the Azure Profound Sect.
At this moment, he was completely suppressed, and defeat was only a matter of time.
"Nether Pavilion people..."
Fang Han frowned, not expecting to meet Nether Pavilion here.
The two sects Azure Profound Sect and Nether Pavilion have deep grudges. In addition, there were rumors that Nether Pavilion True Disciple's disciple was suspected to have died at the hands of the Azure Profound Sect True Disciple not long ago. It is no wonder that there will be a conflict when they meet now.
There was a cold light in his eyes.
His eyes swept across the field, and the first one locked onto the Nether Pavilion female disciple who was forcing Wang Meng to retreat continuously.
Although he didn't have a good impression of Wang Meng, senior brother Wang Miao had just stood up for him not long ago, and he couldn't let Wang Meng get hurt in front of his eyes for anything.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, Fang Han's step <Startling Swan Step> was already in action.
The figure was like a wisp of light cyan smoke, quietly but swiftly gliding across the field, heading straight towards the Nether Pavilion female disciple who was holding a pair of Water-Parting Daggers and attacking Wang Meng with fierce moves.
The Nether Pavilion female disciple was attacking with all her strength, and was about to succeed, when suddenly she felt an evil wind behind her, and a sharp sword shadow had already hit her back.
She was so frightened that she didn't care to attack Wang Meng again, and hurriedly twisted back to block.
However, Fang Han's sword has been prepared for a long time, and it is fast and cruel!
"Clang!"
Azure Edge Sword and Water-Parting Daggers collided hard, causing sparks to fly.
The Nether Pavilion female disciple felt a huge force coming along the weapon, causing the tiger's mouth to burst, and Water-Parting Daggers almost let go.
The whole person was shaken by this huge force, and his blood surged, and he staggered and flew backwards.
He fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he had suffered internal injuries.
The pressure disappeared, Wang Meng breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the person who saved him.
Seeing that the person who saved her was actually Fang Han, a hint of complexity flashed in her cold eyes.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han did not say hello, he ducked and approached the Nether Pavilion disciple who was fighting with Liu Ye.
Prepare to repeat the same trick, attack this Nether Pavilion disciple, and save Liu Ye.
"Be careful!"
At this moment, Wang Meng's cold voice suddenly sounded with a hint of urgency.
"Boom--!"
I saw Black-Clad Youth, who had been watching from the sidelines, the playful smile on his face suddenly turned cold, his body swayed, and he disappeared like a ghost.
The next moment, he appeared behind Fang Han!
A right fist wearing a dark red metal glove, with a hot and sinister aura, quietly struck Fang Han's back vitals.
This punch is extremely fast and has a tricky angle. If it hits, it will result in serious injury even if it doesn't kill you!
"Whoosh!"
In fact, Wang Meng didn't need to remind him, Fang Han had been paying attention to Black-Clad Youth from the corner of his eye, who was watching with his arms folded.
Before Wang Meng sounded the warning, he had already sensed the fierce murderous intention behind him.
<Startling Swan Step> In an instant, he was pushed to the extreme. His toes touched the ground seemingly casually, and his body was like catkins blown by the wind, sliding more than a foot to the side and forward.
He narrowly missed this fatal punch.
The wind from the fist brushed against the corners of his clothes, and the hot air waves made his skin tingle slightly.
"The response is not slow."
The blow missed, and a hint of surprise flashed in Black-Clad Youth's eyes, which then turned into a stronger fighting spirit.
He stopped talking nonsense, moved again, and caught up with him like a shadow. He punched out with both fists, and the shadows of his fists were like burning will-o'-the-wisps, covering all the major points in Fang Han's body.
'Body Movement is actually no worse than me!'
Fang Han had a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He has always been quite confident about Body Movement. If the ranking of Martial Dao Stele is determined by actual combat, he is confident that with his own Body Movement, he can advance a few places in the current ranking.
But the Black-Clad Youth in front of him was similar in age to him, and Body Movement's achievements were no worse than his.
This is definitely a strong rival!
Azure Edge Sword let out a clear sword cry, Minor Accomplishment level <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> unfolded with all its strength, the sword light was like lightning, facing the shadow of heavy fists.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."
In an instant, the sound of swords and fists clashing sounded like exploding beans.
Fang Han's Sword Technique is fast and fierce, with a tearing "wind force", often thrust from incredible angles, specializing in the flaws in Black-Clad Youth's boxing technique.
Black-Clad Youth's boxing technique was also strange and cruel. The scorching heat Internal Qi contained in the gloves carried a corrosive and sinister force, which was transmitted through the sword body, making Fang Han's arms numb slightly.
The two of them were fighting fast, their figures flashing across the field rapidly, Sword Qi criss-crossing, the wind of their fists whistling, and the dust on the ground stirred up.
Wherever he passed, shallow pits were dug into the ground, and the scattered goods were crushed to pieces.
The onlookers were stunned and backed away for fear of being affected.
Liu Ye, Sun Ming, and Bai Feng took this opportunity and quickly gathered around Wang Meng. While warily staring at the remaining three Nether Pavilion disciples who had temporarily stopped, they also nervously followed the fierce battle between Fang Han and that Black-Clad Youth.
"What a bad luck to meet the Nether Pavilion guy here!"
Sun Ming covered the wound and grinned.
"Fang Han, can junior brother block it?"
Liu Ye had worry on his face.
Wang Meng said nothing, but there was obvious worry on his face.