Zhao Jun's pupils shrank suddenly and he drew the sword out of its sheath. The light of the sword was only half lit when Fang Han's figure was already in front of him.
He didn't even see clearly how Fang Han moved. He only felt that the wrist holding the knife went numb and the long knife flew out of his hand.
Then he was kicked on the crook of his knee, and he fell to the ground on one knee involuntarily.
He wanted to struggle to get up, but a palm pressed down on his shoulder. The force of the palm made his bones rattle, making him unable to move at all.
The youngest disciple had already turned pale with fear. He turned around and tried to hide in the forest. He had just taken two steps when someone grabbed him by the back of his collar.
An irresistible force pulled him back in the air and threw him heavily beside the tall and thin disciple. The fall made him see stars in his eyes and he couldn't get up for a long time.
From the moment Fang Han took action until all three of them were restrained, it only took a few seconds.
He took out the rope from Storage Ring and tied the hands of the three people behind their backs, and searched all the weapons and hidden weapons from the three people.
After doing all this, Fang Han stood still in front of the three people and glanced across the three faces.
Like Meng Zhao, these three people did not wear Crimson Flame Sect's clothes.
From Elder to the disciples, everyone appeared in Songquan Prefecture with their identities hidden. He had a vague feeling that there must be some secret hidden in this.
"I ask, you answer."
Fang Han spoke, his voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible coldness.
Zhao Jun gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The sturdy disciple was unconscious.
It was the youngest disciple who couldn't hold on any longer. His body was shaking like chaff and his lips were trembling. He wanted to say something, but was glared hard by Zhao Jun and swallowed it back.
Fang Han didn't waste any more words.
He walked forward and pressed lightly on Zhao Jun's shoulder, and the crisp sound of broken bones suddenly sounded.
Zhao Jun's face instantly turned red, veins popped up on his forehead, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his lips were bitten until they bled, but he still refused to speak.
Fang Han added another strength.
Zhao Jun finally couldn't hold on any longer, and he squeezed out a suppressed groan from the depths of his throat. His whole body seemed to have had his bones removed, and he fell limply to the ground, gasping for air.
When the young disciple saw this, his face turned as white as paper, and before Fang Han could speak, he shouted:
"I said! I said! Don't kill me!"
Fang Han took back his hand and turned his eyes to the young disciple.
"When you come to Songquan Prefecture, besides Meng Zhao and the three of you, are there anyone else?"
he asked.
"No more!"
The young disciple shook his head desperately, his voice trembling.
"It's just Meng Elder and the three of us, there's no one else."
"Have you ever sent a message back to the Crimson Flame Sect about my appearance here?"
"No, absolutely not!"
The young disciple said anxiously, as if he was afraid that Fang Han wouldn't believe it, so he added another sentence.
"Originally we wanted to send a message back to the sect, but Meng Elder stopped us."
When Fang Han heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he had roughly guessed what Meng Zhao was thinking.
The old man must have wanted to monopolize the Ancient Ruins treasures that might exist on his body, so he did not send the news back to the sect to avoid attracting other Elders to get a share of the pie.
It actually reduces his risk of exposure.
"Why did you and Meng Zhao appear in Songquan Prefecture?"
Fang Han asked the doubts in his heart.
The young disciple hesitated for a moment, and after being glanced at by Fang Han, he no longer dared to hide it.
He swallowed and said:
"Yes... it's a mission assigned by the sect. We came to Songquan Prefecture to secretly search for the grave of a grandmaster."
"Grandmaster's Tomb?"
Fang Han raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, it is the grave of a great master."
The young disciple continued speaking as if he were pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, speaking very fast, as if he wanted to finish the words in one breath.
"The sect got a clue from somewhere that the grave of a great master is likely to be near Songbridge City, so we sent us to search secretly."
Fang Han was silent for a moment, weighing quickly in his mind.
Grandmaster's Tomb, he knows the weight of these four words very well.
Qingyang Prefecture Seven Sects, Supreme Elder of each sect is a master-level expert, which is enough to be the top combat power of a sect's Dinghai Shenzhen.
After such a person is laid to rest, the things he will be buried with him must be extremely rich--
Skills, weapons, or other burial objects, any of them are enough for the outside world to break their heads and fight for them.
It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.
But he knew better that Songbridge City was surrounded by mountains. It was extremely difficult to find a cemetery with unknown location in such vast mountains, not to mention finding a needle in a haystack.
Meng Zhao and his three disciples have been searching here for an unknown amount of time, but they still haven't found anything, which is proof.
What's more, once the four Meng Zhao lose contact, Crimson Flame Sect will never sit idly by and ignore it.
Just the disappearance of three disciples, the disappearance of one First Grade Elder is an outrageous event for any top power.
Crimson Flame Sect will have a master arrive in at most two or three days. If he wants to stay here for Grandmaster's Tomb, he will be blocked by then. Even with Windshock Sword in hand, it will be impossible to get him back.
"That's all."
Fang Han suppressed the reluctance in his heart and looked back at the young disciple again.
The disciple saw that he had been silent for a long time, and as soon as a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes, he felt a chill on his neck, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.
Fang Han sheathed his sword and killed the sturdy disciple together with Zhao Jun.
Touch the corpse and you will get a piece of Recharge.
[Possessed Wealth:500,000 gold→520,000 gold]
The wealth only increased by 20,000 gold, and the harvest was far less than Meng Zhao.
This is normal, the three of them are just Middle Third Grade warriors, but Meng Zhao is First Grade Elder, one of the top figures of the Crimson Flame Sect.
The three bodies were dragged to the extinguishing fire of Meng Zhao, and the fire oil was poured on them again. The flames licked the three bodies, and a thick, smelly smoke rose in the pine forest.
While the fire was still going out, he destroyed the traces of the battle at the scene to prevent the Sword Technique move from revealing his identity.
"You have to change your clothes too!"
Fang Han took out a moon-white robe from Storage Ring and put it on, and put the silver-patterned green robe that symbolized Azure Profound Sect True Disciple's identity into the ring.
After killing Crimson Flame Sect, one Elder and three disciples, if he still wears Azure Profound Sect True Disciple clothes and rushes around, it will definitely attract attention.
Of course, it was best to change out of the True Disciple suit before entering Songquan Prefecture, but he did not expect to meet Meng Zhao's group in Songquan Prefecture.
"Leave Songquan Prefecture as soon as possible!"
Fang Han looked back at the extinguishing fire for the last time, made sure nothing was missing, turned around and unfolded <Wind God Step>.
The body turned into a pale white stream of light, rushing towards the Songquan Prefecture border.
This time, he did not take the official route, but chose to travel through the inaccessible mountains and forests.
Perfection Realm's <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> suppressed his aura to almost nothingness, just like a wisp of silent wind, passing through the vast pine forest without leaving any trace.
Go outside Songquan Prefecture as quickly as possible.
In the evening two days later, Fang Han and Meng Zhao were near the battle site.
One of them is tall and thin, about sixty years old, with a haggard face, but a pair of eyes that are astonishingly bright, and the light is looming when he opens and closes them. He is Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder Yan Chong.
Next to him stood another First Grade Elder, whose surname was Zheng and whose name was Kuan. He had a stocky figure and a serious expression.
The last person is a middle-aged Deacon, a warrior who is good at tracking.
"This is it."
Deacon led the way, taking Yan Chong and Dunshi to the place where Fang Han and Meng Zhao were fighting, and said.
"According to the sect mark left secretly, the place where Meng Elder last disappeared is near here."
Yan Chong stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes sweeping across the vast pine forest, his nose slightly twitching.
There is a faint smell of burnt smell in the air.
"Whoosh!"
His figure swayed and turned into a red stream of light, rushing towards the direction where the burning smell came from.
Zheng Kuan is followed closely by that Deacon.
The three of them stopped at a Forest Clearing.
In the open space, four charred corpses lay beside a fire that had long been extinguished. The flesh and blood had disappeared, and only the skeleton remained.
"There are traces of fracture healing on the left hand of this skeleton. It should be... Meng Elder."
That Deacon took a deep breath, pointed at a skeleton, and his voice trembled slightly.
Yan Chong did not speak, but squatted down with a livid face and carefully inspected the skeleton.
It was soon discovered that there was a very conspicuous sword mark on the skeleton.
The sword mark slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist, almost splitting his entire body in half.
He then checked the fatal wounds on the other three corpses - they were all sword wounds, clean and fatal with one blow.
"It was done by master Sword Technique!"
Zheng Kuan said in a deep voice.
"The one who can kill Meng Elder is at least a First Grade warrior, and definitely an unusual First Grade warrior. Which force is the best at Sword Technique nearby?"
Yan Chong stood up slowly, gently brushed away the burnt ash on his fingertips, glanced at the four burnt corpses, and asked in a deep voice.
"Dragon Spring Manor."
Zheng Kuan pondered for a moment and spit out four words.
As soon as these words came out, there was a brief silence between the three people.
Dragon Spring Manor, one of the top forces of Songquan Prefecture, is famous for Sword Technique in the village. It is said that its village Sword Technique <Dragon Spring Sword Art> is famous for its sharp Li Feng.
And Songbridge City is exactly the sphere of influence of the Dragon Spring Manor.
"Meng Elder was ordered to secretly search for Grandmaster's Tomb. Their killing may be related to this."
Deacon guessed.
Zheng Kuan snorted coldly and said:
"Grandmaster's Tomb's matter has most likely been noticed by the Dragon Spring Manor. They didn't want the treasure to fall into the hands of me, Crimson Flame Sect, so they killed me."
Yan Chong did not immediately comment.
He took a few steps with his hands behind his back in the darkening forest, and the pine needles under his feet made a subtle rustling sound.
He always felt that something was wrong, but it was a fact that four people Meng Zhao were killed by Sword Technique.
"Go back to the sect first."
Yan Chong finally made a decision, his voice was low but decisive.
"Report this matter to the sect leader, who will make the decision."
Zheng Kuan and Deacon looked at each other, did not speak, and just nodded silently.
The three figures turned around and swept into the deep dusk, quickly disappearing deep into the pine forest.
When the news came back to the Crimson Flame Sect, the senior officials within the sect were furious.
Just three elite disciples, the loss of one First Grade Elder is a serious loss.
Crimson Flame Sect immediately sent several Elder to the Dragon Spring Manor with strong words, concluding that Dragon Spring Manor killed his own First Grade Elder.
When Dragon Spring Manor heard this, the owner of the village became furious and scolded Crimson Flame Sect for spitting blood.
Both sides insisted on their own opinions and argued constantly. It started with a verbal exchange, and then evolved into a small-scale conflict.
The news was like sparks splashing into boiling oil, instantly exploding inside Songquan Prefecture.
"Have you heard that Dragon Spring Manor had a conflict with the Crimson Flame Sect from the next county? The cause was that one First Grade Elder from the Crimson Flame Sect died on the border of the Dragon Spring Manor."
"How come people from the Crimson Flame Sect died in the realm of the Dragon Spring Manor?"
"I heard that the people at the Crimson Flame Sect were looking for something near Songbridge City."
"What are you looking for to make First Grade Elder take action in person?"
"Could it be something ordinary that can make First Grade Elder appear? Maybe it's a clue about Ancient Ruins, or a legacy left by a certain senior master..."
Similar discussions appeared repeatedly in Songquan Prefecture after dinner between major forces.
A thoughtful person has guessed the truth.
Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder secretly sneaked into Songquan Prefecture and was active near Songbridge City. He was discovered by the Dragon Spring Manor and killed.
If there weren't huge interests behind this, how could the two top forces be at odds with each other?
Many forces took action upon hearing the news and participated in the "search".
Suddenly, Songbridge City, a small town that was originally inconspicuous, became the center of the entire Songquan Prefecture event.
Spies, elites, and Elder from all forces poured in here like crucian carp across the river. The restaurants were full, the business of the weapon shops and medicine shops surged, and even the ordinary people in the city could smell the unusual tension in the air.