After lunch, Fang Han paid the bill, got up and went downstairs.
The street market in Songbridge City is much more prosperous than that in Liangshui City. The afternoon sun shines on the bluestone pavement, creating a faint halo.
There are rows of shops on both sides, including a silk and satin shop, a medicine shop, Weapon Workshop... The signboards and flags are fluttering in the wind, and the waiters stand at the door and shout to attract customers, and their voices come and go.
Fang Han walked through the streets and alleys, heading towards the city gate.
Several hundred feet behind him, Meng Zhao, Zhao Jun and several other disciples were standing in the distance.
Not too close, just hanging far behind to ensure that Fang Han would not be out of sight.
"Whoosh!"
After leaving the city gate, Fang Han casts Body Movement and heads west.
"Huh?"
Not long after we left, Fang Han couldn't help but frown.
People were coming and going in the city, and the smell was so mixed that he didn't notice anyone following him.
But when he left the city, <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> was running all the time, and he immediately realized that he was being followed.
"Buzz--"
He moved <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> more precisely, carefully distinguishing the few breaths.
One way. Two ways. Three ways. Four ways.
Four people in total.
Three of the breaths are only at the Middle Third Grade level, so they are nothing, but the fourth one--
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
The breath was cold and condensed, with a rusty smell that only comes from long-term killing, and there was also a vague feeling of burning heat.
Like a furnace covered with a thin layer of ashes, it looks calm but contains an astonishingly high temperature inside.
This breath gave him a vague sense of familiarity, and it was obvious that he had been in contact with it before.
He recalled carefully, and when he thought about it, he clearly belonged to the Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder, Meng Zhao.
"Why is he here?"
Fang Han Thoughts are spinning in his mind.
Meng Zhao is East Foothills Prefecture Crimson Flame Sect Elder. How come it appears in the adjacent Songquan Prefecture?
It stands to reason that there is a tacit understanding between the forces in each county. First Grade warriors like Meng Zhao who easily arouse the vigilance of the forces in other counties will not easily appear in other counties.
Could it be that Crimson Flame Sect is planning some secret operation at Songquan Prefecture?
"Now is not the time to think about this!"
Fang Han took a deep breath and suppressed the suspicion in his heart.
Meng Zhao is the First Grade warrior. Although his combat power is now comparable to that of the First Grade warrior, he is absolutely unwilling to fight against Meng Zhao.
What's more, Meng Zhao has helpers around him.
"Whoosh--"
Fang Han made a prompt decision.
<Wind God Step> urged without reservation, and his figure suddenly accelerated.
Minor Success Stage's master-level Body Movement was deployed so fast that the scenery on both sides instantly turned into blurred ribbons.
He didn't look back, he just increased his speed to the extreme, like a blue lightning, rushing forward.
Behind Fang Han, Meng Zhao was leading three disciples from a distance.
He originally planned to wait until Fang Han went to a more remote place before taking action, so as not to be seen by local forces and something might happen, but he didn't want Fang Han to suddenly accelerate.
"Discovered?"
Meng Zhao frowned, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and then turned into a sneer.
"That kid found us, I'll chase after him first, and you guys will follow him later!"
The sound of the picture fell, and his figure was the first to emerge.
First Grade The warrior's speed was unleashed without reservation, and his whole body was like a red stream of light, chasing the green shadow that was getting further and further away.
The three disciples behind him also quickly urged Body Movement to follow, but their speed was far slower than Meng Zhao, and they were left far behind in a moment.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han was running among the rolling hills, his figure pulling out a light cyan afterimage, so fast that it almost blended into the afternoon wind.
"Whoosh!"
Meng Zhao followed closely behind, with a cold look on his face.
Push the majestic Internal Qi of the First Grade warrior inside him to the extreme, biting Fang Han's figure tightly and not letting go.
"If you can't get rid of it, if you continue like this, the situation will become bad!"
After chasing him for nearly half an hour, Fang Han's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
<Wind God Step> After Minor Accomplishment, his speed is no longer inferior to Meng Zhao, the First Grade warrior.
The distance between the two people has always been maintained at one or two miles, neither getting closer nor being pushed further away.
But the problem is that although his current speed is not slower than the average First Grade warrior, he is still only a Third Grade Late Stage warrior after all.
Internal Qi is far less powerful than First Grade warrior. If he continues to chase and escape like this, he will be the first to exhaust Internal Qi.
"Use Divine Speed Jade Talisman?"
Fang Han thought of using the Divine Speed Jade Talisman given by the sect.
Once used, it can achieve a speed that far exceeds that of First Grade warrior in a short period of time, enough to allow him to easily get rid of Meng Zhao.
But that jade talisman was refined by Supreme Elder himself, so it is extremely precious.
His current combat power is comparable to that of First Grade warrior, and he may not be weaker than Meng Zhao in terms of strength.
It would be a pity to use up such a precious thing just because of the pursuit of Meng Zhao, the First Grade warrior.
"If you can't escape, then you won't escape."
Fang Han had a cold light in his eyes and stopped suddenly.
His feet plowed two shallow ravines on the official road, and his green robes rustled in the wind that suddenly stopped and rolled up.
He turned around, pressed the hilt of Cloudsplitter Sword's sword with his right hand, and looked calmly at Meng Zhao, who was chasing behind him.
Meng Zhao stopped more than ten feet away from Fang Han, and his sharp eyes fell on Fang Han.
Seeing that Fang Han no longer ran away, but instead assumed a fighting stance, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and a cold arc appeared.
"What, you know you can't run away?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried a condescending determination.
"Shua--!"
Fang Han said nothing.
Cloudsplitter Sword was unsheathed, and the sword blade of Dark Cyan was shining with restrained brilliance in the afternoon sun.
Take the initiative and attack Meng Zhao first.
"You think you can really compete with the First Grade warrior after beheading Xue Yuanlang, who was seriously injured and had his arm broken off?"
Meng Zhao looked at Fang Han who was the first to attack. He felt that he was being greatly provoked and said in a sarcastic tone.
"Today I will let you understand what is between Third Grade and First Grade."
The red long sword was unsheathed, and on the blade, the scorching Sword Qi was hesitating like substance. The surrounding air was slightly distorted by the high temperature, making a subtle sizzling sound.
He moved.
There is no momentum, no fancy, just one sword slash.
The crimson sword light shot through the air at an alarming speed. The scorching sword wind suppressed the surrounding shrubs, and a black ravine was plowed into the ground.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han does not retreat but advances.
<Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi is running loudly in the body, and the majestic Internal Qi of Third Grade Late Stage is poured into Cloudsplitter Sword without any reservation.
The <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> in the Proficiency Realm realm spurred on, and Wind Sword Intent exploded without reservation.
The aura was extremely sharp, with terrifying tearing Artistic Conception, as if it could tear everything into pieces.
On Cloudsplitter Sword, the green-gold brilliance turned into a sharp meaning that was almost transparent but solid.
The sword body buzzed and trembled, and the sword slashed out.
"Boom--"
The cyan sword rainbow and the red sword light collided violently in mid-air.
Before the sound of gold and iron could be heard, the collision point of the two forces had already exploded into a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
The ground was cracked, the gravel was rolled up, and was crushed into powder by the remaining Sword Qi in mid-air.
The surrounding shrubs were uprooted, and several bowl-sized pine trees at the edge of the pine forest were broken in half, leaving debris from branches and leaves flying in the sky.
Fang Han staggered slightly and took half a step back. The bluestone beneath his feet shattered like a spider web.
Meng Zhao's forward momentum was abruptly blocked, and there was a slight soreness in the hand holding the sword.
The two were more than ten feet apart, facing each other from a distance.
"How come?"
A look of shock appeared on Meng Zhao's face. Fang Han actually blocked the attack of First Grade, the warrior himself.
Even though he didn't explode with all his strength, it shouldn't be something Fang Han that a mere Third Grade warrior could resist.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han didn't give Meng Zhao much time to think.
<Wind God Step> After unfolding it, the figure turned into a stream of light cyan light, spanning a distance of more than ten feet in an instant.
Cloudsplitter Sword turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, covering Meng Zhao from all directions.
Each sword is incredibly fast, and each sword is precise and cruel, specializing in vital points such as the throat, heart, ribs, waist and abdomen.
What's even more terrifying is that the sword light contains an attack that cannot be avoided, cannot be defended, and pierces the soul.
"Dang Dang Dang -"
Meng Zhao swung his sword continuously and blocked Fang Han's attack.
The scornfulness on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a deeper and deeper solemnity.
After consecutive fights, he failed to take any advantage.
Fang Han's combat power is actually not weaker than his First Grade warrior.
In just two months, Fang Han, whose combat power is still far away from that of First Grade, has already gained strength comparable to that of First Grade warrior, and can compete head-on with First Grade warrior without falling behind.
Shock was no longer enough to describe his current mood.
Even though I knew that Fang Han was gifted as a monster, I never thought that he could be such a monster.
If Fang Han is given another two or five years - by then, who else can control him?
"We must kill him now!"
Meng Zhao's eyes were full of killing intent.
He took a deep breath, and the majestic inner energy of a first-grade warrior in his body circulated crazily at an unprecedented speed.
In the meridians, the fire attribute Internal Qi surged and roared like lava, making a subtle hissing sound.
On top of the red sword, the flaming Sword Qi suddenly surged, burning the surrounding air into distortion, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up by the high temperature.
"That's it."
Meng Zhao gave a low drink, and Sword Intent suddenly changed.
There was no longer any reservation, and an all-out explosion began.
Doing so will reduce your control over the moves, make them less flexible, reduce your ability to adapt, and increase the risk of injury.
It can be said that he did not hesitate to get hurt and started to fight hard.
One can imagine the pressure Fang Han put on him.
The red long sword turned into streaks of scorching heat. The speed of the sword was more than 30% faster than before. Every thrust of the sword was filled with terrifying heat that could melt gold and turn iron.
Wherever the sword wind passed, the air made a sizzling sound of being burned, and the ground was plowed into charred ravines.
"Whoosh!"
Knowing that Meng Zhao was serious, Fang Han looked solemn.
<Wind God Step> moved to the extreme under his feet, and his figure shuttled between the gaps of the red sword light, like a wisp of real wind, erratic and elusive.
Cloudsplitter Sword dances like a wheel, with green sword lights and red sword shadows colliding fiercely.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang--!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing was as dense as rain, and every collision erupted with deafening roars and astonishing shock waves.
Two completely different forces, sharp and hot, intertwined, squeezed, and annihilated in mid-air.
The resulting aftermath destroyed everything within a few dozen feet.