Lord of the Desert

Chapter 317
Behind Hao Yong, the tallest and strongest of the three shouted loudly.

"My third brother has already spoken. Are you deaf and why are you still eating and drinking here?"

This man was probably two meters tall. He stepped forward and stretched out a black hand like a cattail leaf fan, and suddenly grabbed Hong Fan's shoulder.

Everyone in the hall paid attention.

Then they heard a howl.

But the man who took the initiative was nailed through the palm of his hand by a bamboo chopstick.

At this moment, both Gan Deshou and Hao Yong saw that it was a completely series method.

"Oh, he is indeed an important person. I was mistaken!"

Hao Yong put down his words.

"He deserves it for his recklessness, so I wish the boss and this young hero good food and drink."

He led the people back out.

There wasn't much anger in his tone, but more like surprise.

The episode ends.

"Young master Chi, what a trick!"

Gan Deshou praised.

"The person who just started fighting with you is my eighth master."

"Although he has only penetrated the peak level of cultivation, he is born with divine power and can withstand ordinary people with one or two meridians."

"Then Hao Yong is my sworn third brother..."

Speaking of friendship, Gan Deshou himself couldn't help but laugh.

"My Deoksu Army is a mess."

"They have the name of a rebel, but they are actually just bandits with a little restraint."

He said, raising his glass half-heartedly.

The rice wine has gone cold.

After dinner, Hong Fan spent the night in the guest room arranged by Gan Deshou.

Not falling asleep, just meditating.

In the early hours of the morning, he heard several dog barks piercing the night like knives.

Day two.

After breakfast, Hong Fan privately asked Gan Deshou for a favor and got the contact information of an informant in Pang County.

Then he decided to leave.

Before leaving the village, Hao Yong actually came to see him off - Lao Ba, who had taken action yesterday, was following behind with a bandage on his hand. When he saw Hong Fan, he smiled like a boss.

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After leaving Niutoushan, Hong Fan chose another road blocked by a ridge due south.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, but he still chose to walk.

Since being listed on the list of geniuses, Sand Wing has become world-famous for his killing method.

I just came to Huaiyang Country and I haven't understood things yet, so there is no need to leave in a dazzling way.

The road up the mountain is deserted and deserted.

After crossing the ridge, the view becomes bright and lively.

In the dark green surroundings, long and narrow wheat fields are laid out from top to bottom, with thin ears of wheat in them.

Huaiyang is still in the north, and the temperature in the mountains is lower than that in the plains. Wheat cannot survive the extreme cold in winter.

Therefore, Pang County grows spring wheat like Liangzhou - sowing in February and March and harvesting in July and August.

Farmers are watering with extra care.

The wheat stems and leaves are yellow-green, and it has reached the milk-ripening stage. It will be harvested in ten to twenty days.

Hong Fan didn't know this knowledge in his previous life, but after coming to Dahua, it was hard not to know it.

Dahua takes martial arts as its branches, but agriculture is its foundation.

Crossing the valley, Hong Fan and the wheat field looked at each other for the last time, and entered the forest.

The pace paused slightly and then continued.

There was a faint sound in the forest.

A moment later, a man wearing azure military uniform landed on a rock a hundred meters away and joined his three teammates.

"That's the pretty guy from the north that Hao Laosan was talking about."

He folded his arms and said frivolously.

This man is about 24 years old. His long hair is not tied into a bun and is only tied at the back of his neck with a jade ring.

"He looks about twenty. I heard he defeated Niu Laoba with one move."

A middle-aged man in his forties and carrying an iron bow said next to him.

"I've traveled around the world for so many years, and it's often not easy to walk alone with a strange appearance."

He spoke cautiously.

"Do you want to take another look?"

"What are you looking at? Are you looking at his face? I dived to 20 meters and he didn't even notice."

The man with tied hair said disdainfully.

"Brother Pengyi, you and I are both very high-ranking. Ajun and Amin are leading the Iron Cutting Line. It's no problem for any one of us to take down Niu Laoba at will." "Even if you don't count you, just by me. With the Tiangang Shenfeng Sutra, it is difficult to have an opponent in the same realm."

His eyes swept over the three of them proudly.

"At that kid's age, I, Feng Yixian, consider him to be at the top of his game. I think he is already highly favored. Is it possible that he can still be a top talent?"

The man with tied hair couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

The other three also laughed.

They really couldn't refute it.

In the barren mountains and ridges of Huaiyang country, a place where birds don't poop, how can you meet the most talented people on the list?

"That's it, we'll set up an ambush in front of you; be careful not to attack too harshly, and be sure to catch the ones alive!"

Feng Yixian gave the order.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan was deep into the forest.

The dark brown tree trunks pierce the sky like inverted roots, and the lush green leaves are crowded on all sides, isolating an independent space above the ground.

The animal path is narrow, and the leaves are sprinkled with leaves to create a miniature portrait of the sun.

Hong Fan was strolling and suddenly heard two soft whooshing sounds.

A few green leaves fell from behind him.

"You followed me sneakily, and finally you took action."

Hong Fan raised his head and sighed.

There was no reply.

The sea of ​​trees boiled instantly.

Amidst the clicking sound, countless branches and leaves flew up in pieces.

Hong Fan looked around and saw that a branch as thick as a human arm was cut off in front of him on the left.

The buzzer sounds louder and clearer.

A steel flywheel with a radius of more than a foot broke through all obstacles and shot forward.

Hong Fan took a step sideways to avoid it.

Then, he stepped forward again and dodged the coil that was silently attached to his back.

The flywheel that hit the air drew an arc and returned on its own.

The noise in the forest was even greater, as if a beast was walking through it.

The canopy shakes.

A man leaped high from the branches and leaves, caught the flywheel in the air, and cut down while sacrificing his body.

"This move is called 'Wind Drawing Iron', right? Are you from the Feng Clan in Huaiyang?"

Hong Fan raised his right arm, avoiding the iron blade by a hair, and grabbed the steel ring in the middle of the three-blade flywheel.

"Oh, I still use the best quality products from the Gong family."

He glanced at the green chalcedony embedded in the leaves and praised.

Obviously, the opponent just used the true energy stored in the chalcedony to control the direction of the flywheel.

"idiot."

During the fight, Feng Yixian silently mocked with his mouth.

From his perspective, there was an X-shaped thin line approaching from behind Hong Fan.

Cut the iron wire and attach it to the target's midfielder.

Then nothing happened.

Feng Yixian was surprised.

This strange weapon is made from the silk produced by special silkworms raised by the Feng family. It is extremely sharp, and even the operator has to wear silk gloves of the same material.

But this man is obviously wearing casual clothes, but he can eat without any problem?

At the same time, the sound of vibrating strings came from the side.

Hong Fan turned his heels slightly and dodged the triangular steel arrow aimed at his thigh from the blind spot of his vision.

"Ok?"

Feng Yi’s eyebrows tightened.

He knew that this was not a problem with the speed of the arrows fired by his teammates.

On the contrary, this means that the power output by oneself is completely insufficient and cannot lock the opponent's center of gravity at all.

"Good cooperation."

Hong Fan grinned and gestured with his mouth.

The chalcedony on the flywheel shines slightly.

The iron leaves spun, forcing him to let go.

"The target wears soft armor and is strong in strength!"

Feng Yixian shouted loudly and stepped back quickly.

He felt vaguely that he had underestimated the opponent, but he still had confidence based on his combat power.

(End of this chapter)