"Come on!" The middle-aged man shouted as he swung his machete towards Jianchen without the slightest fear. However, at this moment, his expression had become serious.
"Ding ding ding!"
In the quiet alley, a series of clanging sounds could be heard as Jianchen and the middle-aged man moved quickly in this narrow alley. Jianchen was facing a mid-level Saint Master with the strength of a mid-level Great Saint, but in a head-on battle, he was actually not at a disadvantage at all.
Jianchen's movements were light and nimble as he moved around the middle-aged man like a ghost. The silver-white Light Wind Sword in his hand constantly turned into silver-white rays of light that pierced towards the middle-aged man's throat from different directions. The middle-aged man's machete had been completely blocked by Jianchen's attacks. In the beginning, the middle-aged man could occasionally fight back against Jianchen's tide-like attacks, but as the speed of Jianchen's sword continued to increase, the middle-aged man gradually lost the ability to resist and could only blindly block.
It wasn't that the middle-aged man couldn't fight back, but if he fought back, he was afraid that before his attack could land on Jianchen, his throat would be pierced by this lightning-fast sword.
The middle-aged man's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat. He never thought that this youth who looked to be in his twenties would actually be so powerful. With his strength as a mid-level Saint, he was actually almost unable to resist. The most frightening thing for the middle-aged man was that this youth's sword was simply too fast. Not only was the speed of the sword astonishing, but the frequency of the sword was also frightening.
Now, the middle-aged man's heart was filled with regret. If he knew that Jianchen was so powerful, he wouldn't have followed him no matter what.
In the small alley, more than ten people were staring blankly at the intense battle between Jianchen and the middle-aged man. They also didn't think that Jianchen, who looked younger than them, would actually have the strength to contend with their boss. Although they still had more than ten people, in the face of such a battle, they couldn't interfere. Even if they rashly went up, they would just be throwing their lives away. Although there were three Great Saints among them, with their strength as Great Saints, they could clearly see the battle. With their eyesight, they could see that their boss was already at a disadvantage. He was being beaten by Jianchen to the point where he couldn't even fight back. His life could be said to be in danger at any time. Even if they rushed up, it would be useless. This was because they didn't have any confidence in being able to dodge Jianchen's lightning-fast sword.
Jianchen and the middle-aged man exchanged a few more rounds. Taking advantage of the time when the middle-aged man was blocking, a sharp light flashed in Jianchen's eyes. His right arm suddenly shook and shot out like lightning. Under the control of his arm, the Light Wind Sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light as it shot towards the middle-aged man's throat. In a flash, the sword had arrived in front of the middle-aged man's throat. This was the fastest sword attack that Jianchen had ever made.
The middle-aged man was aghast. Facing this extremely fast sword, he had almost completely lost the ability to dodge or block. This sword was simply too fast. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, this sword's speed had reached an unimaginable level. It wasn't something that he could dodge.
The middle-aged man's face instantly became incomparably pale. Just when he thought that he was going to die, the silver-white Light Wind Sword suddenly stopped in front of his throat. At this critical moment, it suddenly stopped, and the sharp tip of the sword just happened to touch the middle-aged man's throat.
Even though the Light Wind Sword didn't pierce the middle-aged man's throat, the middle-aged man still felt that it was difficult to breathe. At the place where the sword was pointing at his throat, he felt a sharp pain, as if his throat had been cut open by the sword.
The middle-aged man's body maintained its original position as he stood there in a daze. Right now, he didn't even dare to move. He was afraid that if he made the slightest movement, the silver sword would mercilessly pierce through his throat. The middle-aged man's face was already covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.
The middle-aged man looked at Jianchen with eyes full of fear. His voice trembled as he begged for mercy. "Great … Great … Great hero, please spare my life … Great hero, please spare my life … Next time … Next time, this lowly one will not dare to offend great hero." With his life in the hands of the other party, the middle-aged man could no longer care about his reputation and the fact that Jianchen was much younger than him. In his opinion, as long as he could keep his life, it was not impossible for him to kneel down to Jianchen.
Jianchen calmly stared at the middle-aged man, a cold smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. He then slowly sheathed his sword and said in a flat tone, "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to start a massacre. In the future, you'd better take care of yourselves. Don't let me see you doing this again. This place is so close to the Magical Beast Mountain Range. With your strength, hunting some low level Magical Beasts is more than enough." Throwing down these words, Jianchen strode out of the small alley.
"Yes, yes, we will definitely follow great hero's instructions and will definitely not do this again." The middle-aged man hurriedly opened his mouth and said. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he did not dare to disobey Jianchen's orders in the slightest.
When Jianchen's figure disappeared into the small alley, the middle-aged man let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Now that he thought back to that moment of life and death, the middle-aged man felt a burst of fear. Just a moment ago, his life had been hanging by a thread and he had almost been finished.
… …
After leaving the small alley, Jianchen passed through several streets and then found an inn to stay in. At night, Jianchen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a fist sized white stone in his hand and studying it.
"What is this thing? It looks like a stone, but the material is a bit different. It's called iron, but it's a bit different from iron. " Staring at the fist sized white stone in his hand that weighed a hundred kilograms, Jianchen's face was full of doubts.
At the beginning, it was completely because of the purple and green light in Jianchen's Dantian that attracted Jianchen's interest in this white stone. At that time, Jianchen could clearly feel that the two light spots in his Dantian were inconceivably excited and happy, but the moment he bought this white stone, the two light spots in his Dantian once again quieted down and returned to their former state. Now, even if he held the white stone in his hand, it would not cause the two light spots in his Dantian to move in the slightest.
Moreover, Jianchen did not know the origin of this strange white stone. Although he had read many books in the academy's library, he still could not find any information about this white stone.
Jianchen held the white stone in his hand and looked at it for a long time. Apart from knowing that this white stone was very hard, there was nothing else. Even if he soaked it in water and burned it with fire, there was no change in the stone. In the end, Jianchen could only helplessly put the white stone back into his space belt.
Afterwards, Jianchen once again observed the purple and green light spots in his Dantian. Right now, the two light spots were in the same situation as before, quietly entrenched there without the slightest movement. Although the two light spots were in Jianchen's Dantian, Jianchen could do nothing about them. He could not even approach them and could only look at them from afar. This was because there was a mysterious force protecting the two light spots. Once Jianchen wanted to approach them, he would be obstructed by this mysterious force. Moreover, this mysterious force was extremely strong. With Jianchen's current strength, he was unable to break through this force. Therefore, the area around the two light spots was a completely forbidden zone for Jianchen.
"Ai!" Jianchen sighed secretly. Now that his Dantian had such an accident, he did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse.
This night, Jianchen did not cultivate as usual. Instead, he fell into a deep sleep on his bed. It had been two to three months since he left the Kingdom of Gesun. Tonight was the first time he had slept in these few months.
Sleeping was undoubtedly to replenish his spirit that had been exhausted during the day. Jianchen's spirit was already very strong. As long as he did not use his spirit to control the sword or control the Holy Force, which would exhaust his spirit too much, he could go for several days and nights without sleeping. In addition, he had always cultivated every night. During cultivation, his spirit could also recover quickly. Therefore, Jianchen's lack of sleep in the past few months did not affect his spirit at all.
The next morning, Jianchen got out of bed feeling refreshed. He opened the window and looked at the scenery outside. Breathing in the fresh morning air, he sighed, "I haven't slept for several months. I've almost forgotten what it's like to sleep. Only now do I realize that sleeping is actually so comfortable!"
Afterwards, Jianchen paid the bill and directly left the inn. He went to buy a good horse and rode it to the meeting place he had agreed to meet with Kendall.
The gathering place of the Flame Mercenaries was still the same dim hut. At the same time, this hut was also where the eight of them rested together. A small mercenary group like the Flame Mercenaries did not have enough money to buy a large courtyard, so they could only stay together in this small place.
Arriving in front of the hut, Jianchen fastened the horse's rope. Just when he was about to knock, the door suddenly opened. A skinny young man opened the door. He did not seem much older than Jianchen. He was the youngest person in the Flame Mercenaries apart from Jianchen, Xiao Dao.
Jianchen faintly smiled, "Xiao Dao, are you going out?"
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