"Haha--"
The man looked at Fang Han for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he suddenly smiled.
The smile came suddenly, with an indescribable relief, as if the sharp sword that had been hanging above his head for a long time had finally fallen.
Immediately, a wisp of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Not good!"
Fang Han's complexion changed slightly, and his fingers hurriedly tried to remove the opponent's jaw, but it was already too late.
A strong fishy-sweet smell spread from between the man's teeth. After the man's pupils contracted violently several times, they slowly spread to both sides.
The wisp of black blood at the corner of his mouth grew more and more, dripping down his chin and onto the back of Fang Han's hand.
"Pa-ta--"
Fang Han let go of his hand, and the man's body slid down the wall, half leaning against the wall, with his head tilted to one side.
The eyes that had lost their vitality were still half-open, reflecting the dancing flames on the table.
Fang Han squatted down and searched the man's body from top to bottom. There were only some banknotes in his arms and nothing else.
The poison was hidden between the teeth. It was obvious that he had been prepared for this from the beginning to the end, and had planned to commit suicide in danger from the beginning.
"You actually committed suicide so decisively!"
Fang Han frowned and was silent for a moment.
After being captured, this man did not even try to save himself, but drank poison and committed suicide without hesitation.
This kind of decisiveness is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve, but rather resembles the style of a dead soldier.
This matter is becoming more and more complicated.
"I hope to find the true master's secret technique!"
Fang Han searched in the room, and finally, his eyes fell on the cabinet in the room.
He walked to the wooden cabinet and opened the door.
Dozens of animal skin booklets are neatly stacked in the cabinet. The color and texture of the covers have been carefully distressed. At first glance, they look the same as those unearthed in ancient tombs.
He randomly took out a few books and flipped through them--<Heavenfrost Fist>, <Primordial Unity Qi Art>, <Void-Breaking Finger>--
Except for the fact that the inner strength exercises are fake, in other respects, because he has never practiced such exercises, he cannot tell whether they are fake.
It's almost entirely possible that it's just a fake exercise.
"These books are different!"
Fang Han continued to rummage, and at the bottom, he found several books with different textures.
He took out the books and looked at them carefully under the lamp.
There are six volumes in total. The covers are brand new and the ink is still fragrant. It is obvious that the copying was completed within a few months at most.
"It's the origin of the counterfeit technique!"
Fang Han picked up the Master's Secret <Shadowveil> and quickly flipped through it. After a moment, he confirmed that this Master's Secret was genuine.
The other five books are the same as the Grandmaster's Secret Technique and should also be authentic.
However, it can be seen that these six exercises are definitely not the exercises unearthed by Grandmaster's Tomb. They should only be handwritten copies of the exercises unearthed by Grandmaster's Tomb.
"There must be some force behind this person!"
Fang Han put the six skills into Storage Ring, straightened up, and looked at the body leaning against the wall again.
This person's strength is not weak, he is a Third Grade warrior.
A Third Grade warrior was willing to hide in this remote town incognito and commit fraud. He was captured and decided to commit suicide by taking poison.
To be so decisive, there must be some force behind this person.
"The purpose of this force should be to make the chaos of Songquan Prefecture more intense!"
Fang Han speculates on the purpose of this force.
This force deliberately lets men make fake exercises, and then spreads the fake exercises to make money.
The purpose is probably to add fuel to the fire and make Songquan Prefecture's already contentious situation even more chaotic.
As for the deeper purpose and why the situation of Songquan Prefecture is to be made more chaotic, there are currently limited clues available and it is difficult to guess.
"The master's secret technique has been obtained, and we cannot get involved in this muddy water!"
Recharge received 10,000 gold from the short gun, Fang Han took one last look at the room filled with the smell of potion, exited the door, and closed the door behind him.
It was already dark in the courtyard, and a few barking dogs could be heard faintly in the distance.
After climbing over the courtyard wall, the moon-white gown swayed gently in the night wind, and the person had disappeared into the shadow of the alley.
The rocky Boulder Forest.
"Dang, Dang, Dang--"
Boulder Forest The chirping of insects and birds that should have been present was now swallowed up by another sound.
It was the crisp sound of weapons clashing, the roar of bursting energy, and the low roar of two figures fighting for their lives.
The two figures collided rapidly in Boulder Forest, and each collision erupted with an astonishing shock wave.
The gravel was rolled up and crushed into powder by the remaining force in mid-air.
The originally flat gravel land in Boulder Forest has been plowed beyond recognition, and the criss-crossing ravines seem to have been torn apart repeatedly by invisible Juzhua.
The sword wielder was a burly man, who looked to be in his early fifties, with a strong back and a strong waist. A heavy sword with a ghost head was as light as nothing in his hand.
Every strike of the knife carried the force of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking. Wherever Saber Aura passed, the air made a harsh tearing sound.
The one wielding the sword was a thin old man with a pale face but surprisingly bright eyes.
The long sword in his hand is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the sword's light is like silk. It is completely different from the fierce and domineering Blade Intent. He takes the path of overcoming strength with softness.
Both of them had a lot of wounds on their bodies.
The strong man's left shoulder was scratched by the sword, his skin and flesh rolled, and blood dripped down his arm, dyeing half of his clothes red.
The old man was not much better. His right rib was hit by Saber Aura. Although it did not touch any vital points, it was so shocked that his blood boiled and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Not far from the two First Grade warriors, a palm-sized sandalwood box lay quietly on a piece of bluestone.
The lid of the box had been shaken open during the fierce battle, revealing the bright yellow satin covered inside and a secret book on the satin.
This object is one of the "Grandmaster Secrets" unearthed from Grandmaster's Tomb, and it is also the source of the two First Grade warriors' desperate fight.
"Yun He, this master's secret book belongs to me, and those who know the truth can leave on their own."
The strong man forced the old man back with a knife, and said while breathing heavily.
His hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth had already cracked, and blood dripped down the handle.
"That's such a big statement. I and you are both First Grade warriors. You just want me to retreat?"
The thin old man known as Yun He sneered, pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, and a drop of blood slowly slipped from the tip of the sword.
"Old guy, it seems you don't want to live anymore."
The strong man grinned, revealing teeth stained red with blood.
He took a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly surged, and he was obviously planning to fight for his life.
Yun He's eyes were focused, and the long sword was held horizontally in front of him, and he also pushed the little Internal Qi left in his body to the extreme.
The two faced each other from afar, with neither one showing any intention of giving in.
A master's technique will give them, who are not from the top forces, a chance to break through to become a master. It may even be their only chance in this life, and neither of them is willing to give up.
However, just when the two were about to fight again--
A figure appeared next to the sandalwood box without any warning.
No one could see how he appeared.
It was as if he was standing next to the bluestone and never left it from beginning to end.
It is as if he is just a wisp of smoke accidentally blown by the wind, condensing into shape silently.
That was an old man.
He has a thin figure, wearing a gray cloth robe, and a bronze mask without any decoration on his face, only revealing a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were neither sharp nor sinister, they just looked at the two of them calmly, as if they were looking at two inanimate objects.
Yun He's pupils suddenly contracted.
He is First Grade warrior, Spiritual Perception's sensitivity is far beyond ordinary people, but when this person appeared just now, there was no warning in his perception.
It is as if this person does not exist in this world at all, but is just an illusion of nothingness.
The strong man's expression also changed.
His hand holding the knife suddenly tightened, and the wound in the tiger's mouth burst open again, and blood dripped down the handle of the knife and fell to the ground, but he didn't notice it at all.
"Who?"
The strong man asked in a deep voice, his voice hoarse, with a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
The masked old man didn't answer.
He raised his right hand, which was as thin as a dead branch, and the skin was a sickly grayish white.
The five fingers were slightly bent and aimed at the sandalwood box.
An invisible suction force surged out, and the sandalwood box and the secret book inside flew lightly into the palm of the masked old man.
The masked old man lowered his head and glanced at the secret book, then casually put it into his sleeve, as if it was just an ordinary book.
"Seeking death!"
The strong man shouted violently, and the ghost-headed sword turned into a jet-black blade, slashing straight into the masked old man's face.
This knife was the culmination of his lifelong cultivation. Saber Aura was several feet long. Wherever it passed, a deep ravine was plowed into the ground, and gravel shot out like rain.
The masked old man didn't even raise his head.
He just stretched out his left hand, slightly bent his fingers, and grabbed it from the air.
"Crack!"
The strong man's forward body suddenly froze.
The majestic First Grade warrior's Internal Qi actually collapsed inch by inch under this grasp, just like a bubble that was popped, and it was completely released in an instant.
The whole person seemed to be bound by invisible chains, unable to move. The Ghost Head Blade held high stopped in the air and could no longer fall down.
"What?"
Yun He's face changed suddenly.
He knew the strength of a strong man very well. He could subdue a strong man in an instant. Even though the strong man was seriously injured, it was enough to see the terrifying strength of the man.
Judging from the tyrannical Internal Qi displayed by this person, it is very likely that this person is a warrior who has broken through the "Qi Pass" among the three levels of spirit, energy and spirit, and Internal Qi has undergone transformation.
Seeing no chance of winning, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.
He pushed Body Movement to the extreme, and his whole body was like a blue lightning, rushing out of the valley.
"Whoosh!"
The masked old man turned his face sideways, looked at the hurriedly fleeing figure with his calm eyes, and then caught him in the air.
Yun He's figure also froze.
He maintained a forward posture with one leg hanging in the air, like a frozen sculpture.
That pale face was full of extreme horror.
Because of the three levels of Jing, Qi and Shen, the gap between First Grade is even greater than the gap between other levels.
Although I knew that there was a huge gap between myself and Barrier-Breaking Martial Artist, who had made breakthroughs in the three levels of Jing, Qi and Shen, I did not expect that the gap would be so big.
"Become the nourishment for me to ascend to the position of master!"
The masked old man photographed the two people in front of him, making them stand face to face.
He slowly raised his hands, holding one hand on the top of the strong man's head and the other hand on the top of Yun He's head.
The strong man's body was the first to start changing.
His originally burly body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bronze skin lost its luster, became dry, sallow, and stuck tightly to the bones.
The plump muscles were like soil that had been drained of moisture, shrinking and collapsing inch by inch.
The pupils of those originally radiant eyes gradually became dilated, and their expression quickly dimmed.
The changes in Yun He are equally shocking.
The slender face sank at an alarming speed, the cheekbones were high and the eye sockets were as deep as caves.
The thin figure became even gaunter, like a piece of rotten wood that had been dried for many years.