There were four people in the hiding place. They were all wearing the same kind of windbreakers, their faces were covered up, and they were carrying weapons, all of which were made of F-grade alloy.
Clearly, these people have ill intentions.
Ye Qizhen noticed that Jiang Fan's expression was off and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Is there something behind me?"
While asking the questions, Ye Qizhen turned her head to look, but did not find anything unusual.
This is because those people were more than 200 meters away from Ye Qizhen, so she couldn't sense them with Ye Qizhen Psychic Power.
From this, Jiang Fan was certain of one thing: these people were definitely targeting Ye Qizhen.
"Are you alone?" Jiang Fan asked.
Ye Qizhen was completely bewildered by the question, "I'm not alone? Am I half a person?"
"I have no interest in joking with you," Jiang Fan said calmly. "What I mean is, your protector isn't with you?"
Ye Qizhen frowned and stared intently at Jiang Fan.
Why are you asking me this?
Jiang Fan didn't answer the question, but instead looked at the half-finished bottle in his hand.
"Want more?"
Ye Qizhen was confused, but she still handed the bottle to Jiang Fan.
"Thanks."
Jiang Fan put the bottle into the snakeskin bag, then turned and left.
He's already given the necessary reminders; the rest is none of his business. He's not a saint who has to meddle in everything.
" Jiang Fan, wait for me, I have something to ask you." Ye Qizhen caught up with him.
Jiang Fan frowned and glanced at him sideways.
Stay away from me.
The strength of those individuals is unknown, but it's certain that they are quite powerful, given that they came to deal with Ye Qizhen, Spirit Master.
"Why has your attitude suddenly become so unfriendly? I feel like I'm some kind of poisonous insect or ferocious beast, and you want to stay as far away from me as possible. I haven't done anything to offend you, have I?" Ye Qizhen was getting more and more confused.
This time, Jiang Fan ignored Ye Qizhen and quickened his pace, walking briskly.
"River--"
As soon as Ye Qizhen shouted, the four people hiding in the shadows rushed out.
Ye Qizhen noticed them the moment they moved.
He was quickly surrounded by those people.
" Ye Qizhen, today is your death day."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the four of them unleashed their powerful aura to the fullest extent.
Through this qi and blood, Jiang Fan identified that three of the four people were at the Mid-Stage First Rank, and one Late-Stage First Rank.
With this force, I'm afraid Ye Qizhen is no match for them.
Strange? Given this critical situation, why haven't Ye Qizhen's protectors arrived yet?
Ye Qizhen was extremely anxious, wondering why his protector had not yet appeared.
At this moment, the masked man "kindly" offered a reminder.
"Don't wait for someone to save you anymore. Your protector has already been lured away by our people."
Upon hearing this, Ye Qizhen felt a sense of foreboding and her expression became extremely serious.
He turned and shouted at Jiang Fan, "You run!"
The last word was stuck in his throat before he could finish speaking.
Jiang Fan had already run off like a rabbit, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Go after that kid and prevent him from tipping him off," the masked leader instructed.
"Okay." The person who had been given the order immediately chased after Jiang Fan.
"You brat! Stop right there!"
Judging from the aura emanating from Jiang Fan as he fled, the masked man deduced that the other party was definitely not Martial Artist.
He was Mid-Stage First Rank Martial Artist, so he believed he could catch up with Jiang Fan very soon.
However, what made him want to curse was that the kid in front of him slipped away faster than a rabbit.
"Stop! You stop right there—huff—huff—stop right there!" The masked man chased after him, panting heavily.
After Jiang Fan used the Improved Version of Phantom Gale Leg, his speed was something that Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist could not catch up with. So he quickly left his opponent behind.
He escaped danger, but Ye Qizhen probably won't get away so easily.
After hesitating for no more than three seconds, Jiang Fan called Wei Cangyue.
"Hey? Jiang Fan, what made you decide to call me? Are you trying to tell me who my teacher's apprentice really is—"
" Ye Qizhen is in trouble."
One sentence was enough to make Wei Cangyue's expression turn extremely serious.
Where are you?
"I've sent you my location, come over right away. The other side has three Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist and one Late-Stage First Rank martial artist. Their protector has been lured away. If you don't come soon, I'm afraid Ye Qizhen will be in grave danger."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fan went back, not to rescue anyone, but simply to observe the situation.
After all, the other party was Late-Stage First Rank Martial Artist; if he acted rashly, he would be in serious trouble.
The scene shifts, Ye Qizhen is seen with a throwing knife dangling beside her, her face pale, and several knife wounds on her body.
Just now, facing the combined attack of three people, he used up almost all his trump cards to survive, which allowed him to hold out until now.
" C-32, he should be at his last gasp now, let's not waste any more time," one of the masked men said.
"Yes, that's right, let's attack together."
At this moment, the masked man who had chased Jiang Fan away earlier returned.
"Did that kid solve it?" asked C-32.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qizhen's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Jiang Fan was really dead.
If he were to die because of him, then he...
"He got away! What bad luck! That kid's like he has a dozen legs." The masked man said irritably.
Ye Qizhen breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing bad had happened, otherwise he would have become a sinner for all time.
Jiang Fan had already returned and secretly hid behind a big tree, quietly observing.
"Alright, forget about the kid who got away, and don't waste any more time. While our men are still holding off Ye Qizhen's protectors, kill him quickly." C-32's voice was icy, and he looked at Ye Qizhen as if she were a corpse.
Immediately, the four surrounded Ye Qizhen, brandishing their weapons and showing no mercy.
In just a few seconds, several more colorful marks were added to Ye Qizhen's body.
Suddenly, one of the masked men got close, kicked Ye Qizhen away, and then flew over, raising a large knife in both hands, and slashed at Ye Qizhen's face.
Ye Qizhen's face was ashen, his pupils trembling; at this moment, he had resigned himself to his fate.
At this critical moment, with a "whoosh," an extremely sharp needle shot out from the masked man's left chest, spraying a trail of blood onto Ye Qizhen's body.
"Clang!" The long needle landed beside Ye Qizhen.
This looks like the long quills on Eight-Legged Hedgehog Pig.
Of course, that wasn't what concerned him most. What concerned him most was: who saved him?
The masked man, whose heart had been pierced by a long needle, was already lifeless. Like a collapsing building, he crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
This broadened Ye Qizhen's horizons, allowing her to see the people who had saved her.