"I passed the eighth level, but failed at the ninth level."
Fang Han said without hiding anything.
After the words fell, the forest fell into a brief silence.
There was only the slight rustle of footsteps on rotten leaves and the occasional chirping of birds in the distance.
Yun Muyao's footsteps paused slightly.
She turned her head and looked at Fang Han, with a hint of disbelief flashing in her cold eyes.
"The eighth level?"
Her voice was still cold, but a little more volatile than before.
"Hmm."
Fang Han nodded, looking calm.
Yun Muyao was silent.
She looked at Fang Han's calm face, her cold eyes flickering slightly.
The eighth level.
She tried her best to pass the third level, but finally failed when she passed the fourth level and was sent Ancient Ruins by the golden barrier.
And Fang Han actually passed the eighth level.
The fourth level is five Third Grade Early Stage puppets.
Calculated according to the rule that the number of puppets in each level increases by one and the strength increases by a small level--
The fifth level, six Third Grade Middle Stage.
The sixth level, seven Third Grade Late Stage.
The seventh level, eight Second Grade early stage.
The eighth level, nine Second Grade Mid-Stage.
The nine Second Grade Mid-Stage metal puppets work together in tacit understanding, are tireless and painless, and their bodies are indestructible.
Such a lineup is enough to cause trouble for First Grade warrior.
And Fang Han actually made it through.
Yun Muyao withdrew his gaze and looked at the distant mountains and forests illuminated by the sun. He was silent for a long time and then said softly:
"I actually passed the eighth level..."
She didn't say any more, but the complexity in her tone was self-evident.
"The eighth level?"
Luo Yuntian also paused in his steps.
He looked at the back of Fang Han, with a trace of unconcealable astonishment appearing on his calm face.
He passed the fourth level, and in the fifth level, he faced six Third Grade Middle Stage puppets, but he was sent out by Ancient Ruins in just thirty moves.
He thought that although the gap between himself and Fang Han was large, it was not too big to catch up.
But now he realized that the gap was much larger than he imagined.
The fourth level and the eighth level are separated by four levels, and each level is an insurmountable chasm.
"You actually passed through the passage guarded by nine Second Grade Mid-Stage puppets?!"
Mad Butcher was holding the giant knife and was stunned for a while before grinning.
Chen Wuhen stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand, and there was no concealment of surprise on his pretty face.
He glanced at Fang Han and then looked away, the shock in his heart hard to conceal.
Su Yuwei lowered his eyes, his face calm, but the fingers holding the sword hilt tightened slightly.
Mo Chen remained expressionless, but his eyes stayed on Fang Han longer than usual.
Liu Ruyan and Wang Miao looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.
The two of them are the weakest among all, and they couldn't even pass the first level in Ancient Ruins.
But Fang Han has reached the eighth level.
This gap can no longer be described by the words "a world of difference".
"Passed the eighth level?"
Chen Wanjun was walking in the front. When Fang Han said the words "eighth level", his steps paused imperceptibly.
A trace of surprise that could not be concealed flashed through those eyes that were as bright as morning stars.
He knew that Fang Han's talent was amazing, and he also guessed that Fang Han's performance in Ancient Ruins this time would be impressive.
But he didn't expect that Fang Han actually passed the eighth level.
This place Ancient Ruins has been explored many times by geniuses from all counties. In the past records, the best result was only through the fourth level.
Fang Han actually doubled this record.
'With the Ancient Ruins reward, the reward for the eighth level...'
Chen Wanjun didn't think about it any further.
He didn't ask, and neither did anyone else.
Everyone tacitly avoided this topic and walked on silently.
But that gaze fell on Fang Han from time to time, with an indescribable complexity.
'What exactly is this ring?'
Fang Han reached into his arms and touched the dark, simple ring.
As a reward for passing the eighth level, this ring must be extremely precious.
But, what is the use of this ring?
He was about to inject Internal Qi for investigation, when suddenly his face suddenly changed.
"Vice Hall Master Chen."
Fang Han's voice suddenly sounded, with unprecedented solemnity.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Wanjun paused, turned around, his eyes fell on Fang Han's face, and asked.
"A few miles away, there are more than ten people coming towards us quickly."
Fang Han said in a deep voice.
The harvest this time was extremely rich, so he was naturally quite vigilant, so since leaving Ancient Ruins, he has been running <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> with all his strength at Internal Qi, sensing the surrounding situation.
And just now, he sensed more than a dozen auras coming towards them quickly from several miles away.
"More than ten people?"
Chen Wanjun's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"Is there a particularly powerful aura in it?"
Fang Han said with a solemn expression.
"Among the dozen or so people, there are two whose auras are particularly powerful. They are most likely First Grade warriors."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of Luo Yuntian and others changed at the same time.
First Grade warrior.
That was the pinnacle of Upper Third Grade, an existence they absolutely could not compete with.
At this moment, there were actually two First Grade warriors coming towards them.
"Two First Grade..."
Mad Butcher's hand holding the giant knife tightened, and the muscles on his rough face twitched slightly.
Chen Wuhen stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand completely, and the solemn look on his delicate face could not be concealed.
Su Yuwei lowered his eyes, his face turned slightly pale.
Mo Chen is still expressionless, but his right hand has been pressed on the hilt of the sword.
Liu Ruyan and Wang Miao looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
Yun Muyao's cold eyes also flashed a hint of solemnity.
Luo Yuntian took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Chen Wanjun, waiting for the deputy hall leader's decision.
"Two First Grade warriors..."
Chen Wanjun's eyes, as bright as morning stars, gradually condensed with dignity.
He is a First Grade warrior, and he is not weak among the First Grade warriors.
If only one First Grade warrior comes, he is confident that he can handle it.
But the situation of the two First Grade warriors was completely different. He had no idea whether they could compete with them.
"Deputy Hall Master Chen, what should we do next?"
Fang Han asked, his voice still steady, but the solemnity was clearly discernible.
Chen Wanjun did not answer immediately. After a moment, his voice was low and decisive:
"The opponent must have warriors who are good at tracking, otherwise they wouldn't be coming towards us so accurately."
He paused and continued:
"It is impossible to hide and avoid tracking. If you escape, you will definitely be caught up by the two First Grade warriors."
Everyone's hearts sank at the same time.
"What should we do?"
Mad Butcher couldn't help but ask.
Chen Wanjun's eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on Fang Han.
"For the current plan, we can only sneak attack before the opponent notices that he has been exposed, and seriously injure a First Grade warrior."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable determination.
"You continue to move forward, maintain the original rhythm, and don't expose any flaws. I will hide my presence, lie in ambush on the road, and wait for opportunities to attack."
With the decision made, Chen Wanjun glanced at everyone's faces and said.
His voice was extremely low, but his words were clear.
"Yes."
Luo Yuntian and others looked stern and nodded in agreement.
"Vice Hall Master Chen."
Fang Han suddenly spoke.
Chen Wanjun turned his head and looked at Fang Han.
"Disciple wants to participate in the ambush and do his part."
Fang Han met Chen Wanjun's gaze and spoke calmly.
It's not that he wants to show off his strength, but he knows that the current situation is critical and wants to maximize his chance of victory.
Chen Wanjun frowned slightly and shook his head.
"Although you have practiced the secret technique of hiding aura, the First Grade warrior's Spiritual Perception is beyond your imagination. If you are not careful, you will be noticed in advance. If the sneak attack fails, you will be put in danger."
He paused and his tone softened a bit.
"I know you want to help, but I can do this alone."
"The disciple has practiced High Grade Breath Concealment Secret Technique to the Perfection Realm, which should be enough to block the First Grade warrior's perception."
Fang Han said seriously.
As he spoke, his thoughts moved slightly.
<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>Use all your strength.
In an instant, the aura around him seemed to have been wiped away by invisible hands.
The vigorous vitality that belongs to Third Grade Middle Stage warriors, and the energy fluctuations naturally emitted when Internal Qi circulates, quickly become introverted and silent like the ebbing tide.
The skin temperature blends with the environment, the heartbeat becomes slow and long, and the sound of breathing is almost inaudible.
He stood there like a lifeless stone, a piece of rotten wood, or a speck of dust falling in the wind.
It's clearly right in front of you, but people can't help but want to ignore his existence.
Chen Wanjun's eyes fell on Fang Han, and a hint of surprise gradually appeared in those eyes as bright as morning stars.
He is a First Grade warrior, and Spiritual Perception's sensitivity is far beyond that of ordinary people.
But at this moment, Fang Han was clearly standing in front of him, but he could barely detect any breath in his perception.
If there is something, if there is nothing, it is empty and real, as if it is just an illusion.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and just relied on his perception, he might really think that there was nothing there.
This stealth skill is no longer inferior to that of First Grade warrior.
After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.
"Okay."
He withdrew his gaze and his tone became a little more solemn.
"You ambush with me."
"Yes."
Fang Han responded with his hands raised.
Seeing this, Luo Yuntian and others felt awe-inspiring in their hearts.
They didn't say much, they just bowed their hands to Chen Wanjun and Fang Han, then turned around and continued walking forward.
The pace deliberately maintained the previous rhythm, neither fast nor slow, as if nothing had happened.
Eight figures walked through the dense forest, gradually getting further and further away.
After Luo Yuntian and others walked away, Chen Wanjun withdrew his gaze and glanced around.
"Find a place to hide."
He swayed and swept towards a slightly higher rock beside the road with a wide view.
Fang Han follows closely.
The two landed on the rocks and each found a hiding place to hide.
Chen Wanjun stands behind a raised boulder, and the dark blue Elder robe almost blends into the surrounding rocks.
Fang Han was lying behind a dense bush a few feet away, his green robe completely obscured by the shadow of the branches and leaves.
<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> Always operates at full strength, suppressing his aura to the extreme.
Chen Wanjun also started to use the technique to restrain his aura, and the condensed coercion belonging to the warrior First Grade quickly restrained itself.
The mountains and forests returned to silence.
There was only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the gurgling of the distant stream, and the occasional chirping of birds.