The fighting in the square is coming to an end.
The screams of the last Iron River Gang disciple suddenly stopped, blood gurgled from the wound on his neck, and his body slipped softly in the pool of blood.
Seven Sects's masters put away their swords and took a breather.
Some people sat cross-legged and took pills to heal their wounds, some silently cleaned the blood on their weapons, and some whispered about the battle just now.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, mixed with some kind of burnt smell, which was nauseating.
Fang Han sheathed his sword, stood on the edge of the square, and looked towards the mountain gate.
He did not choose to take a temporary rest. The battle just now did not consume him much.
Not long after, the figures of Huiming and Liu Meiniang appeared at the end of the bluestone steps.
Chen Tianyuan walked forward quickly, raised his hands and asked:
"Master Huiming, do you want to stay...Yan Wuji?"
Huiming shook his head, clasped his hands together, his voice was calm but with a hint of regret.
"Yan Wuji escaped. Although the poor monk and Donor Liu seriously injured him, they were unable to keep him."
"Fortunately, he was seriously injured and should not be able to show his face again in the short term."
Liu Meiniang took over the conversation, sheathed the long sword in his hand, his voice was cold.
Chen Tianyuan felt heavy, but he did not dare to blame the two masters. After all, the two masters had tried their best.
Everyone took a break in the square to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.
As the night grew darker, the wind from the mountains, carrying the chill of late autumn, swept across the square, blowing the scattered gravel and dead leaves on the ground.
"Escape!"
Chen Tianyuan stood in front of the steps with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the mountain gate, and remained silent for a long time.
Yan Wuji escaped.
A master who practices magic is hiding in the dark and waiting for opportunities. Just thinking about it makes me feel dangerous.
A strong worry arose in his heart.
Fang Han walked forward and stood beside Chen Tianyuan.
"Sect Master."
Fang Han opens the mouth and the sound is stable.
"Yan Wuji is seriously injured and cannot escape too far. The disciple wants to try tracking him to see if he can find his whereabouts."
Chen Tianyuan turned his head and his eyes fell on Fang Han's face.
Hesitation flashed in those gentle eyes, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke:
"Yan Wuji is seriously injured, but he is a master after all. It is too dangerous for you to follow him."
"If there is danger, it does not mean that it cannot be dealt with."
Fang Han met Chen Tianyuan's gaze and said in a steady voice.
"The sensing range of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> is ten miles. As long as you keep a distance and don't get too close, even a grandmaster will have a hard time detecting it. This was the case last time when we tracked that grandmaster monster."
Chen Tianyuan was silent.
He looked towards the mountain forest that was swallowed up by the night in the direction of the mountain gate, and a shallow ravine formed between his brows.
Yan Wuji escapes, the consequences are endless.
A master who practices magic is hiding in the dark, like a sharp sword hanging above Azure Profound Sect's head, and it will fall down at some point.
"Be careful."
Chen Tianyuan withdrew his gaze and fell on Fang Han, his voice was low but solemn.
"If you find any trace of Yan Wuji, don't get close and send a message immediately. If nothing can be done, put your own safety first."
"Disciple understands."
Fang Han bowed his hands, turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.
The green robe fluttered slightly in the night wind, and the waist Cloudsplitter Sword swayed slightly with the steps, and the figure soon disappeared into the night at the end of the mountain road.
The reason why he volunteered to track Yan Wuji was not only for the sect, but also for himself.
As Azure Profound Sect's most talented disciple in hundreds of years, he will inevitably become a thorn in Yan Wuji's side. After Yan Wuji recovers from his injury, he will inevitably become Yan Wuji's target.
In order to avoid this situation, he decided to take a risk and find and eliminate Yan Wuji before Yan Wuji recovered from his injuries.
"Buzz--"
After leaving the mountain gate, Fang Han stopped.
He closed his eyes and pushed <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> with all his strength. Perfection Realm's Tracking Secret Technique unfolded without reservation, and his perception spread around like a tide.
Within ten miles, the breath of all things can be sensed.
He abandoned those irrelevant smells - the fishy smell of earth, the dryness of withered grass, and the faint smell of blood floating in the night wind.
With a high degree of concentration, he captured the wisp of breath belonging to Yan Wuji from the vast sea of breath.
"Found it."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
He found the breath left by Yan Wuji along the way. The breath was cold and violent, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
"Whoosh--"
<Wind God Step> Using all his strength, the green-robed figure was like an invisible wind, following the breath and rushing towards the northwest.
The night was as thick as ink, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road rustled in the night wind.
The shadows of the branches and leaves swayed in the darkness, like countless ghosts with teeth and claws.
"<Shadowveil>."
His thoughts moved slightly, and <Shadowveil> was operating at full strength.
The vigorous vitality and Internal Qi fluctuations that belonged to the early Second Grade warriors around him seemed to be slowly enveloped by an invisible dark veil, and began to converge and become silent, as light as a shadow and as light as smoke.
His breath seemed to have completely disappeared.
Without seeing it with one's own eyes, it would be difficult to detect with just perception that there is a living warrior with Second Grade cultivation speeding through the mountains and forests.
After this master-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique Beginner stage, the breath-containing ability must be above Perfection Realm<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>, which can restrain the breath to the greatest extent and avoid being discovered by Yan Wuji.
"The smell is gone!"
Following the scent all the way, Fang Han soon followed it for hundreds of miles, and he followed it to a cave.
Yan Wuji was not in the cave, but after staying in the cave for a while, the smell suddenly stopped.
He decided to go into the cave to investigate why the smell of Yan Wuji suddenly stopped.
The cave is not deep, and through the sparse moonlight that penetrates the cave entrance, the scene inside can be seen clearly.
The walls of the cave are rough, the floor is paved with gravel and dust, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of medicine.
Fang Han's eyes fell on the ground - there were several blood-stained strips of cloth scattered messily.
The blood stains on the cloth strips have not yet completely dried, and they have a dull luster under the moonlight.
He knelt down and gently twisted a piece of cloth with his fingertips.
The texture of the fabric is good, it is fine silk, and it should be part of Yan Wuji's robe.
The edges of the cloth were ragged, as if they had been torn off, and there were large blood stains on them that had not completely dried up.
Fang Han put down the cloth and looked around the cave.
Apart from these bloody cloth strips, there were no other traces.
"There is no mechanism."
Fang Han Search carefully in the cave to see if there are any secret passages or the like.
But after searching for half an hour and exploring every place in the cave, no secret passage could be found.
"Yan Wuji should have treated his injuries here and used some kind of extremely high-grade breath-absorbing secret medicine!"
Fang Han has a guess in his mind.
There is no secret passage in the cave, so there can only be one reason why the smell of Yan Wuji suddenly disappeared.
Yan Wuji treated the wounds on his body here, and then used the secret breath-absorbing medicine.
The Grandmaster is already very good at condensing breath, and supplemented by the extremely high-grade breath-condensing secret medicine, even if his <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> has reached Perfection Realm, he cannot continue to track it.
"The most worrying situation has appeared!"
Fang Han stood up and stood at the entrance of the cave with his hands behind his hands, looking at the forest engulfed by night outside the cave, frowning.
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> It's just High Grade's secret technique. It's not of a high level. Facing a master who uses secret medicine to hide his aura, he is powerless.
"Let a master who practices magic go into hiding..."
Fang Han's face was as dark as water, quite unwilling.
It is extremely dangerous for a master who practices magic to hide in the dark and wait for revenge.
But he had tried his best and could no longer track it.
Although he was extremely unwilling, he could only choose to give up. Fang Han was about to turn back when his eyes suddenly moved.
"Tracing Yan Wuji's scent won't work, but the scent traces left by Iron River Gang's other people along the road will not dissipate in a short time."
He whispered to himself, his thoughts spinning rapidly.
The Iron River Gang people who raided Azure Profound Sect tonight did not appear out of thin air. They came to join together, and they will definitely leave their breath along the way.
Although they were all killed, the smell left along the way would not dissipate in a short period of time, so we might be able to find the secret base of Iron River Gang.
Yan Wuji, who was seriously injured, will most likely sneak back to this secret stronghold to recuperate.
"This method may be feasible!"
Once the thought arises, there is no hesitation.
Fang Han's body swayed, <Wind God Step> was pushed to the extreme, and the green robe turned into an invisible stream of light, rushing back in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
The night wind whistled in his ears, but the glimmer of light in his heart became brighter and brighter.
If you can really follow the clues, you may be able to find Yan Wuji.
"Buzz--"
Arriving near the sect, Fang Han did not return to the sect. Instead, he ran <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> at full speed, feeling like invisible water ripples, carefully sorting out all the remaining auras within a ten-mile radius.
The mixed atmosphere was as chaotic as numbness, left behind by the patrols of Seven Sects disciples, contaminated by the activities of birds and beasts at night, as well as the lingering blood from the tragic fight not long ago and the lingering aftertaste in the air after the battle.
Fang Han is highly concentrated, abandoning countless distractions and focusing on searching for the aura belonging to the incoming Iron River Gang.
"Found it."
Fang Han soon made a discovery.
Iron River Gang There are dozens of warriors attacking this time, and it is not difficult to find the auras they left behind along the way.
The auras of these dozens of people extended to the northwest, extending beyond the realm of perception.
It is consistent with the direction in which Yan Wuji escaped. Yan Wuji most likely escaped back to the secret stronghold here.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han No longer delayed, the Breath Condensation Technique <Shadowveil> quietly covered the whole body, minimizing his own presence, and then Body Movement followed the traces of the remaining breath and pursued it away.
After chasing for nearly four hundred miles, the eastern sky was already turning white, and Fang Han stopped outside a medium-sized city.
The outline of the city loomed in the mist, and flags and flags on the walls were visible.
The aura traces of dozens of people did not enter the city, but turned into a road leading to the foothills about five miles away from the city.
Looking from a distance, at the end of the road, among the trees, a manor with green tiles and white walls stands quietly.