Chapter 394: In Danger

Fang Zhixing understood and responded: "Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. It is everyone's responsibility to eradicate evil."

After hearing this, Luo Wenchuan and the other four couldn't help but smile and praised: "We share the same ideals, heroes think alike."

Fang Zhixing nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Take care of your injuries first, and we'll talk later. Oh, by the way, do you have a map with you?"

"I brought it!" Luo Wenchuan immediately took out a parchment scroll from his arms and handed it over with a smile.

Fang Zhixing took it and looked at it carefully.

There were six words written at the top of the parchment scroll: Geographical Map of Dajiezhou.

Obviously, this huge area was designated as a state, which is very large, at least as large as three Danzhous.

On the map, Dajie Province was divided into forty-eight counties.

Fang Zhixing quickly found the "Shanyang City" mentioned by Luo Wenchuan just now. It was located in "Shanyang County" and was also an important county town.

But where is the old man in gray? Fang Zhixing suddenly remembered that the deserted town had no name, and he had never asked Fan Haichao what the place where he lived in seclusion was called.

He traveled back and forth between the two worlds. Due to the changes in the entrances and exits, he might have arrived in the south of the sky the previous time and went to the North Sea the next time. The main thing was randomness.

If there were no definite clues, it would be impossible to find the old man in gray in such a vast world.

"Forget it, let's meet again if we're lucky." Fang Zhixing sighed in his heart.

Perhaps he will never see Fan Haichao again in this life.

Perhaps when the two met again, Fan Haichao would already be a dead body in the grave.

This is the arena! This is life! Gathering and parting are like floating duckweed, and life and death are like illusory foam.

After a while, Luo Wenchuan and the other four had treated their injuries, and each of them was wrapped in bandages.

The young man who was most seriously injured became a one-armed hero. He dug a hole, buried his broken arm, and let out a long sigh.

"Senior Fang, since you are lost, why don't you come back with us to Shanyang City and make plans?" Luo Wenchuan invited enthusiastically.

Fang Zhixing said, "That's exactly what I meant. Please lead the way."

"You're welcome. This way, please."

Luo Wenchuan and the other four looked honored. They took quick steps, as light as a swallow, and moved through the woods.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing followed slowly.

In the world of martial saints, even those at the level of Great Martial Master cannot fly in the air. Only those at the level of Martial Master or above can soar freely.

It is for this reason that the Wuzong realm becomes the watershed between the strong and the weak.

Once you are promoted to Wuzong, you will truly soar to the sky and become a superior person.

Fang Zhixing was not in a hurry to improve his cultivation. He planned to go to Shanyang City first to see the situation.

The group ran out of the barren mountains and wilderness, and a rugged mountain road with many twists and turns appeared in front of them.

After many twists and turns, they finally entered the official road and came across a post station ahead.

The six men stopped to rest, drink some tea, bought six more horses, and then rode on.

We galloped all the way and arrived at a small town near dark, where we found an inn to stay the night.

"I'm so hungry, waiter, bring us all the best food and drinks you have, quickly!"

The six people walked quickly into the inn lobby and sat down at a table.

"Okay!" The waiter came over quickly to greet us and served us tea and water.

Soon, three cold dishes and a pot of wine were served, and everyone started to eat and drink.

Luo Wenchuan and the other four toasted Fang Zhixing one after another, and took the opportunity to ask, "Senior, the martial arts you displayed seemed to be a stick technique, which was quite magical. I wonder which sect or family it came from?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then replied, "Have you heard of Shenzhen Sect?"

“…”

Luo Wenchuan and the other four couldn't help but look shocked.

"The Shenzhen Gate that senior mentioned, could it be that you are referring to the 'Shenzhen Tragedy'?" The young man with the broken arm asked in doubt.

As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Wenchuan immediately looked at the young man with the broken arm, and the latter was so scared that he quickly lowered his head and blushed.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the young man with the broken arm and said with a smile: "Tell me about the 'Shenzhen Tragedy'."

The young man with the broken arm responded, “More than fifty years ago, a world-destroying giant python suddenly appeared in Shenzhenmen, destroying eight counties in the ‘Great Lake State’ in just a few days, causing millions of casualties.

Finally, three Martial Kings and more than twenty Martial Masters were alarmed and took action together, and only then was the giant mortal python killed.

After this battle, only one in ten members of the Shenzhen Sect survived, and the sect quickly withered and never recovered."

Fang Zhixing understood and said calmly, "Back then, an elder from the Shenzhen Sect survived and lived in seclusion in my hometown, and taught me martial arts.

Well, although the elder and I don’t have the title of master and disciple, we have inherited martial arts, so I can barely be considered half a disciple of Shenzhen.”

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on and marveled at it.

Speaking of which, everyone in the world has his own opportunities. Who would have thought that the Shenzhen Sect, which had long disappeared, would suddenly have a powerful disciple emerge.

At least he is a Wuzong...

Fang Zhixing also inquired, "I have lived in the mountains for a long time and don't know much about the affairs of the martial arts world. I wonder what the situation is like at your Canghai Sect?"

Luo Wenchuan immediately introduced with great joy: "My Canghai Sect is one of the six major sects in Dajiezhou. We have many disciples and masters. There are more than 20 martial masters alone."

"More than twenty..."

Fang Zhixing was secretly amazed. There were only eight heroic mechas under the command of Poseidon.

From this point of view, the overall strength of Canghaimen may be far superior to that of Poseidon.

Although the world of Wusheng is full of disasters, the foundation of the major sects is really not bad.

At this time, a man in a straw raincoat in the corner of the hall raised his head. His brown eyes flashed with a cold light. He stared straight at Fang Zhixing and the other six people, and grinned.

After a while, he left his chair without saying a word and walked quickly out of the inn.

After Fang Zhixing and the other six had eaten and drunk their fill, they returned to their rooms to take a shower and sleep.

Midnight!

A group of people came quietly outside the inn, a total of thirty-one people.

The leader was a bald man with a big beard, a leopard head, round eyes, a fat body, and a face full of bumps, like a toad.

If you look closely, you will find that all of them have those pimples on their faces.

The man standing next to the bald man with a big beard is the man in the straw raincoat.

"Master, the five bastards from Canghai Sect are in this inn. Luo Wenchuan, the murderer who killed your son, is also among them. They are all injured. In addition, there is also a descendant of Shenzhen Sect traveling with them." The guest in straw raincoat said excitedly.

"good!"

The bald bearded man sneered, rolled up his sleeves, and said with murderous intent: "Later, listen to my command, you all take the Ecstasy Powder you carry with you and throw it into the inn."

"yes!"

Thirty disciples each held a cloth bag and put on a mask.

They divided into four groups and crept around the inn, forming a siege.

"Throw!"

At the command, cloth bags flew up in the night sky, passed through the windows, and were thrown into various rooms.

The cloth bag hit the window frame, fell on the table, or rolled onto the floor...

Then they all exploded!

Bang bang bang~ A large amount of red smoke quickly spread and diffused throughout the inn.

Every room was filled with thick red smoke.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Soon, painful coughing sounds were heard in the inn.

The shadows swayed, and someone rushed out of the door, but before he could take a few steps, he fell to the ground.

"Hold your breath tightly and cover your mouth and nose with a wet cloth!"

Suddenly, a loud shout spread in all directions.

It’s Luo Wenchuan!

He rushed out of the room, holding a sword in his right hand and a wet rag covering his mouth and nose with his left hand.

The corridor was filled with thick red smoke and it was hard to see clearly.

However, his two fellow apprentices also ran out quickly, but his younger apprentice sister and the young man with the broken arm did not make any move.

A fellow apprentice raised his hand and pointed upwards, indicating that they could break through the roof and jump up.

Luo Wenchuan waved his hand decisively, rejecting the proposal.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Just at this moment, another warrior living in the inn suddenly had an idea. He jumped high up, and with a loud bang, he knocked over the tiles.

The warrior landed on the roof.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Almost the next moment, several cold rays burst out from the night, and they turned out to be arrows.

In an instant, the warrior was shot into a hedgehog and was obviously dead.

He didn't know why he died until he died.

But this scene made Luo Wenchuan and the other two even more afraid to act rashly.

No one dares to go out!

They lay in the aisle, covering their mouths and noses tightly, waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Fortunately, after a while, the night wind suddenly became stronger, blowing the thick smoke away into the distance.

Luo Wenchuan quickly got up, moved closer to the window, and looked outside secretly.

This sight was unbearable. His pupils shrank inwards and his heart sank to the bottom. He exclaimed, "Poison Toad Sect!"

The Poison Toad Sect is an evil sect that has been suppressed by the Canghai Sect many times. The two sides have long been enemies and are sworn enemies who will fight to the death.

The junior brother crawled over and asked, "How many people are here?"

Luo Wenchuan replied: "It doesn't matter how many people come, but Du Jiugao has come too."

"What, the Poison Toad Sect Master is here too?!"

The junior brother's face changed drastically, and he choked and said: "Du Jiugao is a martial arts master."

Luo Wenchuan looked solemn, and said thoughtfully: "In the battle three years ago, Du Jiugao must have been severely injured by Master. He was seriously injured, and his cultivation level probably dropped a bit."

The junior fellow wanted to cry but had no tears. He said in despair: "A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Du Jiugao is a martial master after all. Even if he is not as strong as before, we cannot defeat him."

Another junior brother said anxiously: "Where is Senior Fang? With him here, maybe..."

They didn't see Fang Zhixing and couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Could that senior have left? Well, he has no relationship with us at all, so why would he risk getting involved in such a feud?" The junior brother said with some resentment.

Wuzong was a superior man, as high and mighty as the powerful.

If two martial masters meet, they will not fall out with each other unless they have a mortal hatred for each other.

Luo Wenchuan couldn't help but let out a miserable laugh, and said resolutely: "Two junior brothers, you take your junior sister and little junior brother and run away, I will cover your rear."

The two junior brothers were stunned and asked anxiously, "Big Brother, what are you going to do?"

Luo Wenchuan said sternly: "I have my own way, you don't have to worry about me."

The two junior brothers looked at each other and said decisively, "We will die together. We will never abandon our senior brother to live in this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rough sneer came from outside: "Luo Wenchuan, get out!"

Luo Wenchuan showed half of his head and shouted, "Old thief Du, I haven't seen you for three years. You have lost a lot of hair again."

Du Jiugao's face was as dark as water, and he grinned grimly, "How does the Ecstasy Powder taste? This is specially prepared by me. Even if you cover your mouth and nose, it can penetrate your skin and enter your body."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Wenchuan's face changed color with horror, and he quickly used his Qi to check his body, but this time, something went wrong.

The effect of the Ecstasy Powder was stimulated, and my whole body felt weak and dizzy.

The two junior brothers knelt down, their faces pale as dust, unable to exert any strength at all.

"Big Brother!"

Suddenly, the junior sister came running over. She was wearing underwear, exposing a large area of ​​her body. Her body was wet, which made her look even more charming.

"Junior sister, are you okay?" Luo Wenchuan was surprised.

The junior sister replied: "I hid in the bathtub and soaked in the water. I didn't come into contact with the Ecstasy Powder."

Luo Wenchuan suddenly realized and couldn't help regretting that he had not thought of this method.

"How is my junior brother?" he asked again.

The younger sister looked unhappy and said anxiously, "My younger brother fell asleep after taking the medicine..."

Luo Wenchuan understood that the young man with the broken arm had never woken up.

Even if they could escape, they couldn't take their unconscious junior brother with them, so he was definitely beyond saving.

Luo Wenchuan said dejectedly: "Junior sister, we are doomed, but you still have a chance. Find a way to escape, inform Master, and avenge us."

The junior sister was about to cry, and shook her head and said, "No, let's die together!"

As soon as these words came out, a shadow loomed over him.

Du Jiugao climbed in through the window and landed in front of Luo Wenchuan with a ferocious look on his face.

Luo Wenchuan was horrified and struggled to stand up, but fell down halfway.

The junior sister immediately drew her sword and stabbed forward.

Du Jiugao looked at him with disdain, turned sideways, and took a photo casually.

"Ah~" The junior sister felt pain in her wrist and the sword fell out of her hand.

The next second, Du Jiugao hugged her from behind and strangled her neck.

"The Cang Hai Sheng Long Sword is a mess." Du Jiugao laughed with his head raised.

"Let me go!" The junior sister struggled frantically.

Du Jiugao became excited instead. He glanced at his junior sister and said, "You are a pretty girl. You have never been slept with before. I will be happy with you today."

The junior sister was horrified and turned pale.

Luo Wenchuan was furious and said, "Du, you are a martial arts master after all, a well-known martial arts master, let go of my sister, come to me if you have any problem!"

Du Jiugao sneered, "What martial arts master? Why do you think I practiced so hard to become a martial arts master? Of course, it's to live a carefree life in this world and do whatever I want. My Poison Toad Sect has been bullied by your Canghai Sect for so many years. I finally caught you. What's wrong with letting me enjoy myself?"

He stared at Luo Wenchuan and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will let you see with your own eyes how your junior sister was conquered by me.

In addition, I also brought thirty eager apprentices, they especially like to play with men's butts, they will definitely make you, Luo Wenchuan, happy too."

Luo Wenchuan's breathing stagnated. At this moment, he just wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but unfortunately he was too weak to do so.

Du Jiugao was very satisfied with the desperate expression on Luo Wenchuan's face, and shouted to the outside: "Disciples, come in!"

It was dead silent outside...

(End of this chapter)