On the short grass on the side of the cliff, there was an earth-shattering sound!
Fan Xian's body was in midair and had the advantage of the heavens. Lang Tiao's feet were on the ground and he borrowed the strength of the terrain. The two vast waves of zhenqi collided together. Even the grass around the two of them was crushed to dust.
Lang Tiao grunted, and swung the scimitar tied to his wrist backwards. With a squelch, it pierced into Xiao En's chest!
Although this was a double trap, if he couldn't kill Fan Xian, he had to kill Xiao En first. This was something his teacher, Ku He, had always kept an eye on.
Fan Xian's palms were scorching hot. Lang Tiao's body turned, and the two scimitars sliced towards Fan Xian's chest like a windmill. The snow-splashing scimitars were coming for his soul.
At this moment, Xiao En was about to die, and Fan Xian could no longer escape. There was no longer any possibility of playing cat and mouse — so he gritted his teeth and did the riskiest thing he had done since his rebirth. Ignoring Lang Tiao's powerful scimitars, he reached out and grabbed Xiao En by the collar. In the blink of an eye … he bent his knees slightly and raised his left calf.
There was a crisp clang. This was clearly not the sound of a scimitar cutting into human flesh!
Fan Xian grunted, flipped over Lang Tiao's head, and flicked a finger with his left hand. This … was a small trick.
Lang Tiao's earlobe hurt slightly, and his eyebrows flew up.
Fan Xian's calf felt as if it had been struck by lightning. It was incomparably painful, but he used the power of the scimitar to grab hold of Xiao En. His uninjured right foot touched the ground, and his whole body had already rushed forward, towards the empty area in front of him.
He rushed towards the cliff, and then jumped down.
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Lang Tiao's expression was wooden, but he was shocked. Why did his scimitar feel like it had hit steel when it had landed on Fan Xian's leg? He had great confidence in the power of his scimitar. The secret of the round scimitar was enough to cut through metal. Even if his opponent was wearing armor, it would still be cut in half … how could Fan Xian have blocked it?
He and Friar He rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked out. The sun was getting brighter but it still could not disperse the fog in the deep valley. They saw the old man and the young man fall into the fog and could no longer be seen. It was only after a long time that they heard the thud of a heavy object falling. The sound was very soft, but the cliff was very deep. The two of them could hear it even from the edge of the cliff, so they could imagine the intensity of the collision.
"He fell to his death," said Friar He.
Lang Tiao shook his head. "Xiao En won't die easily. Fan Xian … I think it's even harder."
Lang Tiao and Friar He were one of the few ninth-level masters in Shangjing City, and yet they were unable to kill Xiao En, who was heavily injured, and Fan Xian, who had just entered the ninth-level, on the spot. This fact made the two masters shiver in fear.
"We can't climb this mountain," Friar He said with a frown.
Lang Tiao looked down. Yan Mountain's stone walls were as sharp as a knife and as smooth as a mirror. Not even the four Transcending Mortality and Saintly Grandmasters would be able to climb up, let alone a martial expert. So he nodded, tacitly agreeing with Daoist He's judgment. "Inform Shen Zhong to search the foot of the mountain."
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After finishing their preparations, the two masters looked up at the misty cliffs. They thought of the previous battle and couldn't help but frown, but they were thinking in different directions.
"Why did Fan Xian risk his life to save Xiao En?" This was Friar He's question.
"Why did Fan Xian's strength far exceed little sister's assessment?" This was Lang Tiao's question.
Suddenly, Lang Tiao's eyes flashed coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his knife accurately sliced off a piece of flesh from his earlobe. Friar He had always trusted Ku He's knowledge and ability. He frowned and looked down at his thigh, only to see the skin where the arrow had grazed. Although he wasn't injured, it was still slightly black. "That Fan kid is vicious," he said coldly.
"Have you forgotten? Fan Xian's most famous skill in the Qing Kingdom is called petty tricks," Lang Tiao said in a low voice.
Although he said this, Lang Tiao was still thinking about the exchange earlier. The Tyrannical zhenqi in Fan Xian's fists was truly strange. It was cold and had an invading intent. Its ruthlessness was more powerful than any kind of internal zhenqi in the world.
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What did one usually encounter when jumping off a cliff? Usually, one would encounter a master, a beautiful woman, a peerless secret manual, and limitless wealth.
As Fan Xian jumped off the cliff, he thought that he was indeed carrying a master on his back, but if his calculated landing spot was a bit off, then he would have to say goodbye to the beautiful woman at home. As for the limitless wealth his mother had left behind, he naturally wouldn't have the chance to enjoy it. Speaking of that nameless peerless secret manual, he reckoned Uncle Wu Zhu would burn it for him.
Although Uncle Wu Zhu's teaching ability was a bit lacking, he was a faithful executor of spoon-feeding education. Fan Xian reckoned that even if he went to the underworld, he wouldn't let him off lightly.
Back in the day, Commander Zhu jumping off a cliff was Fan Xian's most amazing scene, so he often practiced jumping off cliffs. Even when he was on his honeymoon in the Cang Mountains, he didn't let it go. Now, he finally had a little success — at least with a person on his back, he was able to accurately use the short pine trees between the smooth rock walls to slow down and find the spot he had chosen in advance, the slightly protruding rock.
Fan Xian's legs landed on the rock, and the tyrannical zhenqi in his body reacted, bouncing out. But his left leg had suffered from Lang Tiao's frightening knife, and it was sore and powerless. With a grunt, he half-knelt on the ground.
At that moment, he still didn't forget to sweep a large rock off the cliff. After a while, there was the sound of it falling to the ground.
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"Are you stupid?" There was a small hole behind the rock. It wasn't deep, and Xiao En, covered in wounds, was leaning against it. He looked at Fan Xian mockingly. "Let's see how you get up there."
Fan Xian shrugged. Of course, he wouldn't tell the dying old man his secret. He glanced at the hole and confirmed that it had nothing to do with Zhang, then fed Xiao En a pill.
Xiao En didn't hold back. He swallowed the pill and looked at Fan Xian mockingly. "If this was 20 years ago, how could Lang Tiao and Friar He, two juniors, be a match for me? But you? You are the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council of the Kingdom of Qing, the successor of Chen Pingping and Fei Jie, but you were forced off a cliff by someone else, and now you can only wait to starve to death. "
Fan Xian didn't get angry. He smiled. "When an old man likes to talk about the past, it's probably because he's about to die."
Xiao En's expression didn't change. "I was going to die anyway. After living for so many years, dying is not a loss. The problem is that you're still young … so I don't understand why you came to save me." He paused. "But why did you dare to jump into the clouds?"
"Your adopted son only knows how to fight. He doesn't know how to do these things." Fan Xian took out a thin needle from his hair and stuck it into Xiao En's body to staunch the bleeding. "Even the Brocade Guard was able to find out where you met up, much less me. Of course I was prepared."
Xiao En allowed him to use his medical skills. He rolled his eyes. "Your needle is poisoned."
Fan Xian wasn't amused. "You're going to die anyway. You have hundreds of poisons in your body. What's one more?"
Xiao En coughed. His eyes dimmed. He was about to die, and even his temperament seemed a little strange.
Fan Xian looked at the old man's pale face, which had lost too much blood. He suddenly asked, "When Shen Zhong surrounded the courtyard, you should have known that Shang Shanhu's rescue operation was part of the Brocade Guard's plan. Why did you continue?"
"Continue what?"
"Continue pretending to be injured, and painstakingly run out of the city. You knew that there would be aces waiting for you, and that the people who came to your aid had long since been eliminated."
Xiao En looked at him and suddenly let out a shrill laugh. "Perhaps I was just following the intentions of those people. They wanted to lure you out, so that you could accompany me in death."
Fan Xian shrugged. "Let's talk about something serious."
Xiao En's gaze easily passed over Fan Xian's shoulder, as if he were looking at an obstacle. He cast his gaze into the deep, quiet valley. The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the clouds in front of the stone wall finally began to disperse. The mountain wall in front of him was like a cracked yellow mirror, with a different kind of beauty.
"Well, I've been locked up for a long time. So... even if I die, I don't want to die in prison," said Xiao En.
Fan Xian followed his gaze and found that the mountain wall opposite him was extremely smooth. Occasionally, there were cracks that spread out in all directions like the lines of lightning. From far away, he could see an incomparably tenacious small tree growing, revealing its pitiful but respectable green color.
"There are green trees here, and there's green water and white fog below. It's a good grave."
Fan Xian smiled and began to tidy up his left trouser leg. The Overwatch Council's clothes were made of fire, theft, and sharp weapons, but Lang Tiao's knife had shaken a hole in them. He took out the black, slender dagger that Fei Jie had left for him from his boots. Gently stroking the slightly deformed blade, he sighed. "Thank you, but I don't want to change my name to Fan Pingping."
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"Why did you act so stupidly, and throw yourself into a dead end?" Xiao En looked curiously at Fan Xian's disguised face. An ominous bloody froth seeped from the corners of his dry lips. Perhaps when a person was on the brink of death, their curiosity only grew stronger.
Fan Xian placed the dagger by his feet and began to massage the meridians in his frozen calf. Calmly, he said, "When I discovered that this was an ambush by Northern Qi, I was indeed prepared to retreat. But seeing that you were about to die, I don't know why my brain suddenly broke, but I jumped out. "
In truth, the reason was simple. Fan Xian wanted to know Xiao En's secret. He wanted to know where the Temple was. He wanted to know the relationship between the Temple and Ye Qingmei, and his own rebirth into this world. Between his own life and death, his past, and the ins and outs of his arrogant mother, Fan Xian, who had always cherished his life, could finally afford to be extravagant for once.
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