Fang Han pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.
Secret Art Talent, after all, it's just an auxiliary.
Compared with the four talents of root bone, Sword Art, footwork, and Horizontal Training, which directly affect combat power and training speed, their importance is a notch lower.
Instead of spending one million gold on Secret Art Talent, it is better to save it to accumulate wealth for opening Level Nine Amplification.
Level Nine Amplification, requires ten million gold.
That is a staggeringly huge number, and we must prepare for it in advance.
This time Recharge made his Possessed Wealth reach 1.5 million gold, which is a good start.
"Qi Zhen practices magic skills, Iron River Gang will never be able to escape his involvement."
Fang Han closed System Panel, and his eyes fell on Qi Zhen's body again.
Qi Zhen is the leader of Iron River Gang's gang. Even he has practiced magic skills. Iron River Gang is definitely involved.
He even suspected that the reason why Iron River Gang Supreme Elder Yan Wuji was able to break through and become a master was most likely because he practiced magic skills.
Otherwise, why should a force that has never had a grandmaster give birth to a grandmaster?
"Iron River Gang has been crazy about annexing major forces in recent times. On the surface, it is to strengthen itself. The real reason is probably to practice magic."
Fang Han thought of the warriors whose forces were annexed by Iron River Gang recently.
Those warriors from the annexed forces have probably become the nourishment for Iron River Gang to practice his magic skills.
And those masters who were missing from the big forces that relied on Seven Sects were most likely secretly captured by Iron River Gang and had their essence swallowed up.
Iron River Gang is probably a deeply hidden gang that practices magic.
Before, whenever he thought of Iron River Gang, he would feel uneasy in his heart.
That kind of uneasiness has no reason or evidence, it is just an intuition - an instinctive intuition of danger.
Now, the mystery is revealed.
"The news must be sent back to the sect immediately."
Fang Han stood up, took out a Cloth Pouch from Storage Ring, and put Qi Zhen's body into a bag.
The corpse's weight of a hundred kilograms was as light as nothing compared to his physical strength of three hundred thousand kilograms.
He tied the mouth of the bag tightly, lifted up Cloth Pouch, determined the direction, unfolded Body Movement, and rushed towards the nearest city.
The green robe fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, and the waist Cloudsplitter Sword swayed gently with the steps.
The Cloth Pouch was held in his hand, swinging slightly to the rhythm of the rapid sweep.
More than an hour later, the outline of a small city appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The city wall is not high, built with gray stone strips, and the banners on the city head droop lazily in the autumn wind.
Fang Han stopped in front of the city gate, carried the Cloth Pouch, and stepped in.
The city is not very prosperous, the shops on both sides of the main street are sparse, and there are not many pedestrians.
He glanced across the street and quickly locked onto a three-story wooden building.
The wooden building has cornices and brackets, and a plaque hangs in front of the door with the four characters "Azure Profound Branch Courtyard" written on it - this is one of the stations set up by the Azure Profound Sect in various cities in the county.
Fang Han walked up the stone steps. When the two disciples on duty in front of the door saw him, they were startled for a moment, then quickly bowed and saluted.
"Senior Brother Fang."
One of them stepped forward quickly and his eyes fell on the Cloth Pouch in his hand. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to ask any more questions.
"I want to send a message back to the sect."
Fang Han said.
"Is there a letter eagle for emergency reporting?"
"Yes."
The disciple quickly turned sideways and raised his hand.
"Senior Brother Fang, please come with me."
Fang Han carried Cloth Pouch and followed the disciple through the front yard to a secluded courtyard in the back yard.
There is a wooden frame set up in the courtyard, and there are several gray-feathered eagles perched on the frame, with sharp claws and beaks and sharp eyes.
The disciple took out a slender piece of paper and a charcoal pencil from the room and handed them over with both hands.
Fang Han took it, put Cloth Pouch at his feet, picked up the pen and wrote quickly on the paper.
The handwriting is concise, but every word is delicate--
"Iron River Gang leader Qi Zhen practiced magic skills and was killed by his disciples. Iron River Gang is most likely a deeply hidden magic skills sect. Please make a decision, sect leader."
After writing, he folded the note into a long and thin strip, took down a letter eagle from the stand, and carefully tied the note to the eagle's leg.
The letter eagle flapped its wings, stood on his arm, tilted its head, and gently pecked the feathers under its wings with its beak.
Fang Han flapped his arms, and the letter eagle spread its wings, soared into the sky, circled in the sky over the yard, determined the direction, and then flew away in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
The gray shadow got farther and farther, and soon turned into a tiny black dot, disappearing in the fading dusk sky.
The disciple stood aside with his hands down, not daring to express his anger.
Although he didn't know what was written on the note, judging from Fang Han's solemn look, it must be something important.
Standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his hands, Fang Han looked at the direction where the Xinying disappeared and was silent for a long time.
For a force with a master to practice magic skills, this is no longer a Azure Profound Sect matter, but an entire Qingyang Prefecture matter.
Seven Sects can tolerate the rise of Iron River Gang, and can tolerate Iron River Gang annexing major forces, but it is absolutely impossible to tolerate a force that practices magic skills taking root and growing in Qingyang Prefecture.
Magical power, that is the bottom line of Seven Sects.
Next, Seven Sects will most likely join forces to encircle and suppress Iron River Gang.
Fang Han withdrew his gaze and said to the disciple.
"Arrange a room Quiet Room for me. I will rest here for a few days."
"Yes, Senior Brother Fang."
The disciple bowed in response, held his hand sideways, and first took Fang Han to store Qi Zhen's body, and then took Fang Han through Corridor to a quiet guest room deep in the courtyard.
The door was opened, and the furnishings in the room were simple, including a bed, a table, and a chair. There was a wooden frame standing in the corner, and a bronze incense burner was placed on the frame.
"If Senior Brother Fang needs anything else, just ask."
The disciple lowered his hands and said.
"No need."
Fang Han shook his head slightly, took off Cloudsplitter Sword from his waist, and leaned against the bedside.
The disciple bowed, exited the guest room, and gently closed the door.
Two days later, small town.
The street where Azure Profound Branch Courtyard is located is quiet. The autumn sunshine lazily spreads on the bluestone pavement. Occasionally, fallen leaves float down, picked up and put down by the wind.
A few gray finches were jumping up and down on the old locust trees outside the courtyard wall, making tiny chirps.
Fang Han sat cross-legged in front of the window, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, then suddenly opened his eyes.
In <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception, seven extremely powerful auras rushed from outside the city gate at an astonishing speed. Wherever they passed, pedestrians in the market were completely unaware and only felt a breeze blowing on their faces.
Each of the seven breaths is as deep as an abyss, far beyond the ordinary First Grade warrior.
One of them is very familiar to him - smooth, thick, with a warm and jade-like texture, it is Azure Profound Sect master Chen Tianyuan.
Fang Han stood up, straightened his robe, and walked quickly to the courtyard gate.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, seven figures had already turned out from the end of the street.
The first person was wearing a dark blue robe with an elegant face, it was Chen Tianyuan.
The six people behind him all wore different clothes and looked different, but without exception, they all had the calm demeanor unique to those in high positions.
Vajra Temple Abbot Ku Du, wearing gray monk robes, with a pale face and lowered eyebrows, slowly moved a string of rosary beads in his hand.
Tyrant Blade Sect Master Lei Pojun is dressed in black and has a burly figure. There is a broad-bladed giant knife hanging from his waist, and there is a bit of roughness in his steps.
Lingyun Sword Sect Master Xie Changkong is wearing a moon-white robe, with a handsome face, and a sheathed long sword hanging from his waist. He walks calmly, as if he is strolling in a courtyard.
The host of Rain Listening Tower, Shen Tinglan, has a blue-grey robe and an ordinary face. He is inconspicuous among the six people, but he gives people a sense of presence that is hard to ignore.
Hundred Flower Valley Master Hua Nishang, in a light pink dress, has a beautiful face. Although she is an old lady, her charm is still there, with a faint smile on her lips.
Nether Pavilion Master Ling Wuyuan, wearing a jet black robe, a handsome face with a bit of sinister look on his face, walking with his hands behind his back, as if there was a chill passing by wherever his eyes glanced.
Fang Han walked forward quickly, stood in front of the steps, bowed and saluted. "Disciple Fang Han, I have met the sect masters and met all the sect masters."
"No need to be polite."
Chen Tianyuan waved his hand and his eyes stayed on Fang Han for a moment.
"Where is Qi Zhen's body?"
"I put him in a room."
Fang Han Stand up straight and lead the way sideways.
The seven people followed Fang Han through the front yard and walked inward along Corridor.
The disciples on duty in the courtyard had already been sent away, and the whole courtyard was so quiet that only the footsteps of a few people were left, and the soles of their boots made a dull sound when they stepped on the blue bricks.
Passing through two Moon Gate, we came to a room deep in the courtyard that was originally filled with sundries.
Fang Han Pushed the door open and stepped aside.
The room is not big, and the body of Qi Zhen is placed on the wooden board in the room.
Chen Tianyuan stepped in first, followed by the other six people.
The seven people's eyes fell on the corpse of Qi Zhen. Their expressions were different, but they all had an indescribable solemnity.
Chen Tianyuan took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on Qi Zhen's chest.
He closed his eyes, and a ray of Internal Qi came out from his palm and penetrated into Qi Zhen's body.
"There are indeed traces of magic power."
After a moment, he opened his eyes, retracted his hand, and looked sideways at Ku Du beside him.
"Abbott, please look."
Ku Du nodded slightly, took a step forward, stretched out his skinny palm, and pressed it on Qi Zhen's chest.
He closed his eyes and felt, and stopped moving the rosary beads in his hand. The wrinkles on his clear face seemed to be a little deeper.
After a long time, he withdrew his hand and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice:
"Amitabha is indeed a demon."
Ku Du's voice was calm, but with an irrepressible heaviness.
"Although the deceased has been dead for a long time, there are still traces of demonic erosion in the meridians in the body. The aura is violent and evil, completely different from the righteous path Internal Qi."
Lei Pojun strode forward and pressed his palm on Qi Zhen's chest. He retracted his hand after a moment, and the muscles on his rough face twitched slightly:
"Yes, it's magic power."
Xie Changkong didn't say anything, but just stepped forward to feel it. When he took back his hand, his brows were already knitted together.
Shen Tinglan stepped forward and pressed his palm on Qi Zhen's chest. He closed his eyes for a long time. When he opened his eyes, a coldness flashed through his calm eyes.
He didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
Hua Nishang stepped forward and pressed his slender palm on Qi Zhen's chest. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.
Ling Wuyuan was the last one to step forward.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Qi Zhen's chest. He closed his eyes and felt it for a moment. When he retracted his hand, a rare solemnity appeared on the sinister face.
There was a brief silence in the guest room, with only the sound of the wind outside the window occasionally passing through the cracks and making a subtle whimper.