"It's true that poor people must be hateful!"
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the young woman's face for a moment, and the cunningness was invisible in his eyes.
A cold feeling passed through his heart.
Originally, when he heard that Tiger Roar Hall was exterminated, he still had some sympathy for the two survivors in his heart, but at this moment, that sympathy had been wiped away by this deliberate "senior brother".
It is extremely despicable and vicious to divert misfortune eastward and drag strangers into a dead end.
Two Star-Pattern Sect disciples had approached Fang Han more than ten feet away. One of them raised his long sword slightly, pointing directly at Fang Han, and was about to ask.
Fang Han Press the hilt of the sword at your waist with your right hand.
"Keng--"
Silver-Gray Longsword took out his sheath. He did not gather any momentum, but just casually slashed his sword towards the steep cliff on the right.
A Dark Green and Sword Qi broke away from the sword body and rose in the wind.
It turned into a crescent-shaped arc of light that was dozens of feet long and disappeared silently into the blue-grey stone wall.
"Boom--"
The moment the sword light disappeared, a dull rumble sounded from the cliff.
Immediately afterwards, a straight crack extended from the top of the cliff to the root.
It is several feet deep, the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, and gravel rolls down from the edges.
Fine textures can even be seen on the stone surface on both sides of the crack, as if it had been cut by some extremely precise tool.
The rubble on the cliff turned into a gray smoke, pouring down along the cracks and spreading in the afternoon sun.
The footsteps of the two Star-Pattern Sect disciples froze at the same time at that moment.
They maintained their forward posture, but the hand holding the sword had stopped moving.
His eyes turned to the sword mark that stretched across the entire cliff, and his pupils shrank violently.
The entire cliff is made of extremely hard blue-gray granite. Even if the First Grade warrior strikes with all his strength, it can only leave a shallow crater on it.
But that sword strike just now cut a crack several feet deep into the entire cliff, and the cross section was as smooth as a mirror.
This is no longer something that an ordinary First Grade warrior can do. Even a Break Three Passes warrior would never be able to slash out such a powerful sword.
"Grandmaster..."
One of the Star-Pattern Sect disciples' Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was so dry that it almost didn't sound like his own.
The other man didn't speak, but the fingers holding the sword were trembling slightly.
The two of them looked at each other and saw the same horror in each other's eyes. This middle-aged man with an ordinary face and wearing a gray robe was actually a grandmaster.
In the distance, the four Star-Pattern Sect disciples who were besieging the Tiger Roar Hall survivors also noticed something strange here. They all stopped and looked at the cut cliff.
The look on the leader's face changed suddenly. He was the leader of several people, and his vision was naturally good. He could see the terrifying power of this sword at a glance.
He made a prompt decision and waved his hand, causing the four disciples to stop and retreat at the same time.
The two Tiger Roar Hall young men were already on the verge of despair, but at this moment they were temporarily freed from the siege of the Star-Pattern Sect because of Fang Han's sword.
They staggered back a few steps, their eyes also falling on the sword marks on the cliff.
The young man was shocked, while the young woman had a complex expression of fear and regret.
"This senior, junior Star-Pattern Sect disciple Xu Zhao."
The leading Star-Pattern Sect disciple clasped his fists and bowed, his posture was very low, and his voice was filled with careful respect.
"Just now, the junior was deceived by the Tiger Roar Hall remnant and offended the senior. I hope the senior will forgive me."
The five disciples behind him also lowered their hands and bowed, not daring to hold their swords against Fang Han.
They knew very well that with Fang Han's strength, it would be effortless to kill them.
"I don't know those two people. I just passed by them and have nothing to do with the Tiger Roar Hall."
Fang Han slowly sheathed Silver-Gray Longsword, his eyes swept over Xu Zhao and others, his voice was calm, with a calmness that no one dared to despise.
As for why it is not explained directly, it is naturally because pure justification is useless.
Only strength can intimidate these six Xingluo Sect disciples and make them willing to listen to your explanation.
Xu Zhao Hearing this, the tight string in his heart suddenly relaxed a little.
If this Grey-Robed Middle-Aged Man is really Tiger Roar Hall, with the strength shown by the other party, then they may be in trouble today.
At this moment, when he heard the other party's personal denial, and then thought that Tiger Roar Hall indeed had only one grandmaster, most of his uneasiness was settled.
"The junior and others were reckless and almost misunderstood the senior. I hope the senior can forgive me."
Xu Zhao bowed again, his tone a little more respectful than before.
"He who does not know does not sin."
Fang Han nodded slightly, looking over Xu Zhao's shoulders and towards the two Tiger Roar Hall young people.
The man and woman were supporting each other and standing on the edge of the road dozens of feet away, their faces ashen as dirt.
The young woman lowered her head, and the hint of cunningness that had just succeeded had long since disappeared, replaced by an almost pale regret.
She was not stupid. She could clearly see the power of the sword just now. Even if this middle-aged man with an ordinary face was not a master, he must be very close to one.
If she hadn't called out "senior brother" just now, but had honestly asked the other party for help, with the other party's strength, it would have been a simple effort to save the two of them.
But she chose to divert misfortune to the east.
This not only pushed the opponent completely to the opposite side, but also ruined his last hope of survival.
The young man also bit his lip and clenched his cuffs with his fingers, his knuckles turning white.
Those eyes were also full of complaints against the young woman.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's eyes stayed on the two of them for a moment, and then he looked back.
He didn't speak, nor did he look at them a second time. He just turned around and walked forward along the canyon unhurriedly.
The gray cloth robe fluttered slightly in the afternoon wind, and his back quickly disappeared into the canyon.
He had no idea of taking action against young men and young women because there was no need.
Behind him, Xu Zhao straightened up and watched Fang Han go away.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that Fang Han would not turn back again that he turned around and looked at the two Tiger Roar Hall young people.
"Take it."
His voice was calm, but it carried an unmistakable coldness.
Six Star-Pattern Sect disciples moved at the same time.
The swords and swords clashed again, and this time there was no suspense. Within a moment, the two figures fell on the road one after another.
More than a day later.
Fang Han stood on a hillside, looking towards the vast woodland in front of him that was looming in the morning mist, and his steps involuntarily paused slightly.
That is Misty Forest.
In the field of vision, large tracts of trees spread all the way to the horizon, rolling up and down, with no end as far as the eye can see.
The most striking thing is the fog that hangs over it.
The mist was as thick as substance, showing a Gray-White color, and wrapped the entire forest tightly.
The outlines of the nearby trees can barely be seen clearly, but a little further away, only vague gray shadows remain.
If you get further away, it completely disappears in the thick layer of mist, as if it has been swallowed up by an invisible mouth.
Occasionally, the wind blows, and the mist surges slightly, revealing the dark crowns of several trees underneath, and then they are covered again by the new mist.
Fang Han went down the hillside and soon came to an open area outside Misty Forest.
This area has become a gathering place due to the long-term trading of medicinal materials.
A large number of warriors have gathered here, gathering in twos and threes.
Some were talking in low voices, some were packing their bags, and some were applying some kind of insect-repellent ointment to their arms and exposed skin.
Compared with these people, Fang Han seems quite unprofessional.
However, he does not need to be professional. With the detoxification properties of his internal energy and his powerful body, few poisonous insects and monsters in Misty Forest can threaten him.
He glanced at these people and judging from their auras, most of them were of the cultivation level of Third Grade and Fourth Grade.
Occasionally there are one or two Second Grade, but there is not one First Grade.
Obviously, those real masters have already entered the forest, and only those who are not strong enough and have no confidence in themselves are still wandering around the gathering place.
Fang Han didn't stop and walked straight to Misty Forest.
He had only taken a few steps when a somewhat warm voice came from behind him:
"This man, do you want to enter Misty Forest?"
Fang Han paused slightly and looked sideways.
The person who spoke was a man in his forties, with a strong build and a rough face. He had a thick-backed machete hanging on his waist and looked quite capable.
There were two people standing next to him, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, they must be his companions.
When the man saw Fang Han stopped, he took two steps quickly, cupped his fists and said:
"My subordinate, Wang Tie, is a warrior who has been making a living in this area all year round. It might be dangerous for me to go in alone. Why don't you come with us? It would be nice to have someone to take care of you."
Fang Han glanced at him, then glanced at the two companions behind him, and shook his head:
"No need, I'm used to being alone."
He cannot trust stranger warriors and is unwilling to form a team with others.
After all, his goal is the Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure. If he forms a team to find Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure, how will he divide it up?
As for killing someone later and taking it all for himself, he couldn't do that if the other party didn't have any ill intentions.
Wang Tie was not annoyed at all, he just smiled, cupped his fists and said:
"Then please be careful, brother, there are not only monsters in this Misty Forest, there are some beasts in human skin, which are more difficult to deal with than monsters."
"Thanks for the reminder!"
Fang Han nodded slightly, feeling more fond of the man named Wang Tie.
Without saying any more, he turned around and walked into the gray mist.
Wang Tie looked at Fang Han's back disappearing into the mist, shook his head, and whispered to himself:
"You are very brave to dare to enter Misty Forest alone."
The tall and thin man behind him said:
"You are indeed very courageous, but whether you can make it out alive is unknown."
The short and fat man didn't speak, he just rubbed the short knife in his hand, his eyes stayed in the direction where Fang Han disappeared for a moment, and then he took it back.
The dangers in Misty Forest are not only monsters, but also warriors who kill and rob goods, and the latter are the most dangerous.
This is why they invite people to come in together.