The men in black suits around him were startled for a moment, and then they all came over, their eyes filled with blazing heat.
One of the pockmarked men licked his chapped lips and reached out to touch the booklet, but was slapped away by the lean man.
"Don't fucking touch it!"
The lean man held the book tightly in his arms, his voice hoarse.
"You all remember this, if anyone dares to leak a word about what happened today, I will skin him!"
The men in black nodded hurriedly, their eyes filled with greed, and they were completely unaware of a pair of eyes quietly watching them behind the ancient trees dozens of feet away.
"The master technique from Grandmaster's Tomb? It seems like good luck has come to me!"
Fang Han stopped hiding and walked out from behind the tree trunk.
He had originally given up what he had in Grandmaster's Tomb and was about to return to Qingyang Prefecture, but he didn't want to encounter the master's technique from Grandmaster's Tomb on the way.
Now that you have met it, there is no reason to miss it.
"Who?"
The first person to discover Fang Han was the pockmarked man.
The pock-marked man was standing at the outermost edge of the crowd. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a Moon-White figure slowly coming out of the forest. He was stunned for a moment, and then shouted sharply.
The other men in black turned around one after another, their hands already on the weapons on their waists.
The lean man's face changed suddenly, he stuffed the booklet tighter into his arms, held the blood-stained Ghost Head Blade tightly in his right hand, and locked eyes on the uninvited guest like a hawk.
"Boom--"
Fang Han did not speak, but released his completely restrained momentum.
Third Grade Late Stage's cultivation was roaring, and the majestic pressure of Internal Qi was like an invisible mountain, crushing around him with him as the center.
The rotten leaves on the ground were blown away by the invisible pressure, revealing the dark soil underneath.
The surrounding air seemed to be emptied out at this moment, making it so stagnant that it made people breathless.
A few birds that had just popped their heads out of the canopy screamed and soared into the sky, flapping their wings and flying away into the distance.
This momentum was like thunder on the ground.
The lean man held Ghost Head Blade's hand tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.
On his sallow face, the flush that originally arose due to the master's skills faded completely at this moment, and was replaced by a pale gray.
Upper Third Grade.
This young man who looks young is actually Upper Third Grade warrior.
"This young man--"
The lean man spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse as if someone had strangled his throat.
"We brothers are just small characters who make a living. If there is any offence, I hope you will show your respect."
As he spoke, he subconsciously covered the animal skin booklet in his arms tighter.
Fang Han didn't speak, he just looked away from the lean man and glanced at the men in black clothes.
Those who were swept by his gaze lowered their heads involuntarily.
The pockmarked man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Fang Han's eyes fell back on the lean man.
"Hand over what you have in your arms."
His voice was not loud, but it had an undeniable calmness.
The lean man's face changed again and again.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand in his arms, then raised his head and glanced at the companions around him who also looked pale.
This volume of master skills was obtained by him in exchange for the lives of his brothers.
It was him who had been licking blood from the knife edge for more than ten years and finally waited for Opportunity.
Just hand it over like this?
He was unwilling to do so.
"Sir--"
The lean man gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"This is something that I risked my life to get. Young Master wants to take it away with just one word. It would be too--"
Before he finished speaking, Fang Han's eyes suddenly turned cold.
He didn't speak, but pressed his right hand on Cloudsplitter Sword's sword hilt.
The lean man's words stopped abruptly.
He felt an invisible killing intent spreading from the other party, like a physical blade, scraping across his skin inch by inch.
He knew that he could no longer hesitate.
"Brothers!"
The lean man suddenly raised his head, a trace of madness flashed in his narrow eyes.
"The opportunity to change your destiny is right in front of you. No matter how strong he is, there is only one person. Come together and kill him!"
The men in black looked at each other. Although they were hesitant, they couldn't help but become crazy when they thought of the master's skills.
The pockmarked man rushed from the left and slashed Fang Han's waist and abdomen with the long knife in his hand.
The two men wielding swords thrust out from the right side at the same time, and the sword light went directly to Fang Han's ribs.
The rest of the people surrounded him from all directions, and the lights of swords and shadows intertwined into an airtight web of death.
Fang Han moved.
He quickly drew his sword and stabbed it out.
"Pfft--"
There was a muffled sound.
The pockmarked man's forward body froze suddenly, and he looked down at his chest. There was a blood hole the size of a fist, and blood was gushing out.
He didn't even see clearly how Fang Han took action, and he fell down softly.
Fang Han kept walking and waving his long sword.
"Pfft--"
Another muffled sound.
The man wielding the sword didn't even have time to react before he felt a chill in his throat. It was as if his whole body had been stripped of bones and he collapsed softly to the ground.
The third sword.
The fourth sword.
The fifth sword.
Fang Han's figure shuttled between the men in black. Wherever the sword passed, one of them was bound to fall.
There are no superfluous moves, no fancy changes, just a simple point, stab, and sweep.
But every blow was precise and fatal, so fast that people didn't even have time to think of dodging.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen men in black had fallen into a pool of blood, and only the lean man was still alive.
He staggered back and hit the trunk of an ancient tree with his back, his face as pale as paper.
The tiger's mouth is chapped, Ghost Head Blade has already taken off his hand, and is now stuck diagonally in the soil several feet away, with the blade humming and trembling.
On that sallow face, fear and unwillingness were intertwined, and then turned into a hint of determination.
"You can't even imagine what I can't get!"
He roared sharply, took out the secret book from his arms, grabbed both sides of the book with both hands, and tried to tear it in half.
However, at the moment when his fingers were about to exert force--
A flash of green light flashed.
His hands were broken at the wrist.
The severed hand fell to the ground together with the animal skin booklet, and blood spurted out from the severed wrist.
He didn't even have time to scream before he felt a chill in his throat.
With his eyes wide open, he sat softly on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, making no sound.
Fang Han sheathed the sword, bent down to pick up the animal skin book, and put it in his arms.
He looked at the lean man on the ground again, squatted down and started touching the body.
With skillful and neat movements, he put away the banknotes, Danyao, and the Ghost Head Blade stuck in the soil in the lean man's arms.
He also did not let go of the corpses of the other men in black and another group of people.
After plundering all the usable things, he summoned System Panel in his heart.
A translucent light curtain appeared in front of my eyes.
[Host: Fang Han]
[Root Bone Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Sword Art Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Footwork Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Body Tempering Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Possessed Wealth:700,000 gold]
"Recharge."
Fang Han will choose Recharge from all the things found from these corpses, except for banknotes.
Weapons, Danyao, and armor disappeared one by one.
The number on System Panel jumped slightly.
[Possessed Wealth:700,000 gold → 710,000 gold]
"Better than nothing."
Fang Han Close System Panel and counted the banknotes found from these corpses again.
The total amount was less than thirty thousand taels, which was considered a small fortune.
After doing all this, Fang Han took one last look at the forest land littered with corpses, and quickly left.
He doesn't feel guilty about killing people and seizing treasures.
This group of people are not good people. This group of people killed the bald man and stole the master's skills. Since this group of people can rob the bald man and his group, he can naturally rob this group of people.
Soon, his figure disappeared.
Only the forest land, still filled with the smell of blood, and the corpses lying in a pool of blood were left, gradually cooling under the afternoon sun.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's figure shuttled silently through the forest, the moon-white gown looming in the mottled light and shadow.
He did not follow the official road, but chose to travel through the inaccessible ridges and valleys. <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> always maintained operation and restrained his aura.
A master's technique, even the top forces have to act, so they have to be careful.
After running for dozens of miles and confirming that there was no tracking behind, Fang Han slowed down.
He sat down cross-legged and took out the animal skin booklet from his arms.
The book is slightly heavy to hold, and its cover is dark brown and made of some unknown animal skin.
There is no writing on the cover, only a few blurry lines, as if it has been soaked in some liquid.
Putting aside everything else, in terms of appearance, it does look very much like it came from a cemetery. It is something from a long time ago, and it is very likely that it came from the ancient tomb of the master.
"I wonder what kind of master technique it is?"
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressed the expectation in his heart, and turned to the first page.
On the title page, there are several lines of text written in neat small letters.
"<Shadowveil>, Grandmaster level Breath Concealment Secret Technique, cultivated to Greater Accomplishment, can hide the breath invisibly, even a strong master can hardly detect it..."
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the three words "Breath Concealment Secret Technique" for a moment, and an indescribable surprise surged in his heart.
"It's actually the master level Breath Concealment Secret Technique!"
Breath Concealment Secret Technique, this is what he lacks the most right now.
The sect does not have Breath Concealment Secret Technique above High Grade in its collection. He originally thought that he could obtain the master-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique during the trip to the treasure trove.
But unexpectedly, although the trip to the treasure land was fruitful, I was not able to obtain the Grandmaster level Breath Concealment Secret Technique.
On the contrary, in the wilderness of Songquan Prefecture, I accidentally obtained a master-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique.