"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest named Meng Qi immediately stepped out from behind Master Qingshan.

Master Qingshan is at the Foundation Establishment stage, so he should be an inner disciple of the Longyuan Sword Sect. He calls Master Qingshan "senior brother," and his cultivation level is at the mid-level Martial Grandmaster stage, so he should be an outer disciple of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

The other three middle-aged Taoist priests were slightly older than him, but their cultivation levels were roughly the same.

"The two of you should join forces and exchange blows with him. He is a mid-level Martial Grandmaster, so don't underestimate him."

But Fang Han had no intention of taking action himself; instead, he spoke to Zhou Chi and Fang Qing.

Two beginner-level martial artists facing off against a mid-level martial grandmaster would seem like suicide to outsiders, but Fang Han felt that this enlightenment could serve as a whetstone for Fang Qing and Zhou Chi.

"Fang Han, you didn't make a move yourself, but instead sent two novice martial artists to fight? It seems your idiocy hasn't been cured yet. If your Fang family has any experts, you can call for help. But if it's just the three of you, you're doomed today."

Master Qingshan immediately laughed disdainfully.

When the Zhao family invited him, they did so with great seriousness. He thought the Fang family really had some experts, so he had the Zhao family evacuate in advance. Moreover, he had also made many preparations in the Zhao family's manor, waiting for the Fang family to come knocking.

To everyone's surprise, the real experts from the Fang family didn't come; only three young people, including Fang Han, did.

"You few? You're not enough for me to kill alone. If I hadn't wanted to let Zhou Chi and Fang Qing practice in real combat and see some blood to accumulate some practical experience, you would have already become the dead under my sword."

Fang Han said calmly.

"How dare you provoke my senior brother, Qingshan!"

Upon hearing this, Master Meng Qi was furious. Before Master Qingshan could react, he roared, "I'll take their lives first, then I'll deal with you, you arrogant fool!"

Before he finished speaking, a "clang" was heard, and the long sword on Meng Qidao's back was drawn from its sheath like a dragon emerging from the abyss. A sharp sword aura, carrying his anger and killing intent, slashed swiftly towards Zhou Chi and Fang Qing like lightning.

As a mid-level Martial Grandmaster, Meng Qidao was already able to release his true energy.

He was determined to strike with this sword, intending to use this powerful long-range attack to prevent Zhou Chi and Fang Qing from even having a chance to retaliate, and to kill them on the spot.

Faced with the overwhelming and deadly sword energy, Zhou Chi and Fang Qing showed no fear. They exchanged a glance, understood each other, and simultaneously drew their swords to meet the attack.

Their swordplay may not seem fierce, but it is like a gentle spring breeze, with a unique rhythm. However, these seemingly gentle swordplays actually contain the exquisite principle of using softness to overcome hardness.

In the blink of an eye, the unstoppable sword energy was shattered like bubbles by the skillful maneuvering of the two swordsmen.

As soon as the sword energy was broken, the two did not pause at all. With a strange and incredibly fast movement, they quickly approached Meng Qidao like ghosts.

After all, they are currently only at the Martial Master level, and their true essence has not yet been transformed into true qi. If they were to fight a Martial Grandmaster like Meng Qidao from a distance, they would undoubtedly be in a passive defensive position. Only by engaging in close combat could they possibly find a chance to win.

Although Meng Qidao was only an outer disciple of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, he came from a major sect and had extraordinary insight. He instantly saw through Zhou Chi and Fang Qing's intentions.

He snorted coldly and quickly unleashed a series of fierce sword moves in an attempt to prevent the two from getting close.

However, Zhou Chi and Fang Qing were extremely agile, their figures darting around like ghosts to skillfully avoid Meng Qidao's attack. Immediately afterwards, their two swords, like two black lightning bolts, slashed fiercely at Meng Qidao at the same time.

Meng Qidao's expression hardened, and he hurriedly made another move to defend. In an instant, sword shadows clashed and cold light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were locked in combat.

Zhou Chi and Fang Qing's sword techniques were unique and extraordinary. Each move seemed to contain endless variations, and their movements and footwork were even more unpredictable and elusive.

What's even more remarkable is that the two work together seamlessly, as if they are of one mind.

Under their combined attack, they actually fought to a standstill with Master Meng Qi, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

The Taoist priest, Qingshan, stood to the side, his face growing increasingly grim, like the sky before a storm.

He never expected that these two young members of the Fang family, who were only at the Martial Master level, could withstand his senior brother's attacks for so long and fight to a draw.

This made him, who was very proud of himself, feel utterly humiliated, and his anger burned like a raging fire.

Master Qingshan is an inner disciple of the Longyuan Sword Sect, and he is at least seventy years old, so he has a long and distinguished career.

Although he was annoyed, he was too proud to ask his three junior brothers to attack Fang Han and Zhou Chi. Instead, he said, "Junior Brother Wuzhen, you go and capture Fang Han first!"

In his calculations, as long as he successfully captured Fang Han, Fang Qing and Zhou Chi would be thrown into chaos, and thus the struggle would come to an end.

At that time, he would send someone to deliver a letter to the Fang family as soon as possible.

After all, as long as he had Fang Han in his grasp, the hidden experts of the Fang family would definitely come to his rescue at all costs. He had already laid a trap, just waiting for those experts to walk into it, so that he could capture them all in one fell swoop.

"Yes, senior brother."

With a steady reply, a tall and upright Taoist priest appeared as if by magic.

This man was Master Wuzhen. Judging from his appearance, he was nearly fifty years old and exuded a restrained aura.

He also possesses the strength of a mid-level Martial Grandmaster.

However, Fang Han's keen perception allowed him to immediately discern that Daoist Wuzhen was a veteran mid-level Martial Grandmaster who had been at this level for at least five years, and whose strength surpassed that of Daoist Meng Qi.

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