Forest Clearing returns to silence.
Wang Tie held the thick-backed machete with a curled blade and stared blankly at Fang Han in gray clothes, forgetting to wipe the blood on his face.
The short, fat man next to him froze in place, his Adam's apple rolling up and down several times, but he couldn't say a word.
They were still struggling on the edge of life and death just now, but they didn't want to take a turn in the blink of an eye. The eight Third Grade warriors who surrounded them had all been killed.
Wang Tie finally came to his senses, his eyes fell on Fang Han, he recognized it, and asked uncertainly.
"Are you... the man outside the forest before?"
"It's me."
Fang Han sheathed his sword, looked at Wang Tie, and nodded slightly.
Wang Tie opened his mouth, and for a moment so many thoughts were stuck in his throat that he didn't know where to start. It took him a long while to squeeze out two words:
"Thank you!"
He said his thanks hoarsely and solemnly, and his eyes covered with blood were full of gratitude.
The short and fat man also came to his senses, inserted the short knife back into his waist, and bowed deeply towards Fang Han:
"Brother, your life-saving grace will be unforgettable to both of us. Please leave your name."
"No, this is a thank you for your kind reminder before."
Fang Han waved his hand and said.
He walked to the eight corpses, squatted down, and began to skillfully touch the corpses.
He took out two bulging kit bags and a good-quality Ghost Head Blade from Scarface's body. He also dug out banknotes, Danyao and several weapons that were still in good condition from the other seven corpses, and put them away one by one.
Wang Tie stood aside, didn't come forward, didn't ask any questions, just waited quietly.
At this moment, in addition to being grateful, he felt even more happy.
Fortunately, I didn't just watch indifferently outside Misty Forest. I casually said "be careful", and in exchange, a strong man who could crush the Third Grade warrior came to the rescue.
The short, fat man was even more secretly afraid. If they hadn't been lucky enough to run into this man today, they would have been lying in a pool of blood and eaten by wild beasts.
Fang Han picked up the last short knife, stood up straight, glanced at the two Wang Tie, threw a bottle of Danyao to Wang Tie, and said:
"I found a bottle of healing medicine on one of the corpses. You can use it yourself."
Wang Tie The two nodded repeatedly and were about to say thank you again when Fang Han had already waved his hands and turned around and walked towards the forest.
The gray cloth robe quickly disappeared into the thick gray-white mist, and the figure gradually became blurred, and finally completely disappeared from the end of the field of vision.
Wang Tie looked at Fang Han's disappearing back and was stunned for a while. Then he looked back and turned to the short and fat man and said:
"If it weren't for this man today, we would have told him to be here. This kindness cannot be forgotten."
The short, fat man nodded heavily:
"This kindness must be remembered."
Wang Tie didn't speak any more, he just bent down to pick up the knife on the ground, supported the short and fat man, and limped toward the outskirts of the forest.
Two people were injured, and both of them were seriously injured. It was obvious that Misty Forest couldn't stay here any longer.
Fang Han passed through several dense forests and after confirming that they were far away from the place of fighting, they stopped in a secluded place.
He sat down on a piece of bluestone and counted the trophies he had just picked up one by one.
The banknotes are about one million taels, and there are more than a dozen bottles of Danyao, which are not of high quality. The weapons are one Low-grade Dharma Weapon and a few High Grade ordinary soldiers, which are worth some money.
Recharge did not immediately put Recharge into System Panel. Fang Han put it into Storage Ring. After leaving Misty Forest later, Recharge will slowly Recharge it.
After a short rest, Fang Han got up again and continued walking deeper into Misty Forest, starting to look for Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure.
In the next few days, he successively collected hundreds of century-old medicinal plants.
But the shadow of Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure never appeared.
Even with <Nether Guide>'s sensing range of ten miles, after several days of searching, nothing was found.
"Am I not so lucky?"
Fang Han's brows gradually furrowed. He had been wandering around in this sea of fog for five or six days, changing directions several times, but could not find any trace of Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure.
Is that Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure really not destined for him?
"Look for three more days."
Fang Han made a decision. If he couldn't find it again, he would leave decisively and not waste any more time on this matter.
Half a day later, Fang Han's footsteps suddenly stopped.
In the air, there is a faint scent floating in the air.
The fragrance was very light, mixed with the smell of damp rotten leaves and the fragrance of grass and trees. If it hadn't been for <Nether Guide> that made his sense of smell extremely sharp, he would have been almost undetectable.
Fang Han's pupils contracted slightly. The texture of the fragrance and the fluctuation of the breath were completely different from ordinary medicinal materials.
It's the unique scent of heavenly materials and earthly treasures!
He identified the direction and quickly headed towards the source of the fragrance.
"Someone else also discovered this natural treasure!"
However, after traveling a few miles, Fang Han's brows frowned slightly.
In <Nether Guide>'s perception, there is also a breath moving quickly in another direction, and the target is surprisingly the same as him.
And based on the opponent's current distance, he can reach the location of the treasures of heaven and earth faster than him.
"Whoosh!"
His foot speed is a bit faster.
The gray cloth robe shuttled through the dense forest like the wind, Silver-Gray Longsword swayed slightly with his steps, and his figure almost turned into a blurry afterimage.
The distance of several miles quickly shortened under his feet, and in the mist ahead, a plant gradually became clear.
The plant is about a foot tall, with slender and straight stems and a pale golden color throughout.
There are five long and narrow leaves on the top, with a very light silver halo flowing around the edges of the leaves.
And among the five leaves, a small silver flower the size of a thumb is blooming quietly.
Fine mist condenses on the petals, exuding a sweet and mellow aroma.
"Not Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure!"
Fang Han's eyes stayed on this plant for a moment, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
This is a strain of Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure--Healing Spirit Flower that can heal old wounds.
For warriors whose injuries have accumulated due to years of fighting and fighting, this thing can be called a life-saving treasure. Its value far exceeds the ordinary Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure, but in the end it is just a Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure.
"Picked first!"
Disappointed, but Fang Han acted without any hesitation.
He quickly stepped forward and carefully picked the small silver flower.
The exotic fragrance quickly becomes stronger as the flowers leave the plant and fills the air.
Fang Han was about to put away Healing Spirit Flower, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute."
A hoarse and old voice came from the side.
Fang Han looked sideways and saw a figure slowly walking out of the thick fog.
She was a thin old woman, about seventy years old, with sparse white hair, held up casually by a gray wooden hairpin.
The wrinkles on his face are as dense as old tree bark, but a pair of cloudy eyes are shining in the mist. At this moment, they are staring at Healing Spirit Flower in Fang Han's hands.
Her footsteps suddenly quickened, and she came closer in a few steps.
"Show me this natural treasure."
There was a condescending command in his tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
Fang Han raised his eyes to look at the old woman and said in a calm tone:
"This is what I found, it has nothing to do with you."
The old woman's face suddenly turned cold, and there was an undisguised coldness in her cloudy eyes.
She took a step forward, and the Break Three Passes warrior's aura was released without reservation, like an invisible wall, crushing towards Fang Han.
"I have taken a liking to this natural treasure."
Her voice was hoarse, with an undeniable toughness.
"If you know the truth, hand it over, and I can let you leave alive."
Fang Han did not go back.
He didn't even show any nervousness because of the smell of Break Three Passes, he just looked at the old woman quietly, his tone neither salty nor light.
"What if I don't pay?"
The old woman's eyes suddenly became filled with murderous intent, and her thin body suddenly stood up.
She stretched out her right hand, and her five fingers formed into claws, condensing dark claws, and with a scream that ripped Void Sundering's anger, she grabbed Fang Han's chest.
This claw was fast and ruthless. Wherever the wind passed by the claw, the surrounding mist was violently dispersed, and the rotten leaves on the ground were rolled up with great force, rolling to both sides.
The Break Three Passes warrior's full blow is even enough to instantly kill an ordinary First Grade Late Stage warrior.
But Fang Han was unmoved.
He just put his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, drew the sword, and drew the sword--
A sword light of Dark Green burst out from above Silver-Gray Longsword.
"Pfft--"
The sword light was as condensed as substance, as fast as thunder, and it met the jet-black claw light with incomparable precision.
Cut it open silently.
The sword light continued unabated and drove straight in. It slashed diagonally from the old woman's left shoulder and came out from her right rib.
Bloody light burst out.
The old woman's figure froze suddenly.
She lowered her head and looked at the wound on her chest that almost split her entire body in half.
His cloudy eyes were filled with horror and disbelief. His lips moved several times, but only a vague sound of air leakage came out.
Then the light in those eyes quickly dimmed, and the thin body fell backwards, hitting the rotten leaves hard with a muffled sound.
Fang Han Sheathed the sword, walked to the old woman, and touched it neatly.
There were dozens of banknotes with denominations of several million taels, but he did not count them in detail.
In addition, there are several bottles of Danyao.
Put these things together with Healing Spirit Flower into Storage Ring, turned around and swept into the fog without looking back. The gray cloth robe was quickly swallowed up by the surging fog.
Fang Han had just left less than a stick of incense when two figures approached from the other direction. They were two people who also smelled the scent of Healing Spirit Flower and came here.
The leader was a middle-aged man with First Grade cultivation level, followed by a young disciple.
The two first set their sights on the stalks left behind after Healing Spirit Flower was picked. Unfortunately, someone else had already caught them first.
Then, it fell on the thin figure lying in the rotten leaves.
Recognizing the identity of this figure, the young disciple's pupils shrank suddenly and he lost his voice:
"Master, look--"
The middle-aged man hurried forward, squatted down and looked at the old woman's wounds. His brows furrowed more and more as he looked at her.
After a while, he stood up with unconcealed horror in his voice:
"I didn't expect that a mighty Break Three Passes warrior would die here. Killed with one sword... The person who made the move was at least as strong as Break Three Passes."
The young disciple turned pale. "Is he the master?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slowly. "Not necessarily, but being able to kill Break Three Passes warrior with one sword is definitely not an ordinary person."
He was silent for a moment, his eyes scanned the messy ground around him, and he said in a low voice:
"Let's go, this forest is not peaceful!"