Xuanxia

Chapter 134 Opponent

Chapter 134 Opponent
The sun sets and the night deepens.

Yue Heng slowly ate the pheasant caught and roasted by Fu Qingzhou in the dilapidated temple, while Fu Qingzhou continued to set traps outside the temple.

Fifteen assassins from Xiyu Pavilion came last night. What about tonight?
Fu Qingzhou believes that the difficulty will become increasingly greater.

This thing is just like playing tower defense. The first wave, the second wave, the third wave... the enemies will definitely become stronger and stronger. If the first wave can't kill you, the second wave will definitely be stronger.

So tonight, he improved the trap a little.

All the sharpened wooden stakes were coated with poison extracted from mountain herbs, the nets of the hunting traps were rewoven with thorns, and more concealment was given in some places.

Last night, time was limited, but today, he had plenty of time, so he could naturally make better preparations.

But as he was doing it, he realized something was wrong.

When he returned to check a deep pit trap, he found that the fallen leaves covering the ground were in the wrong state, and there were strange scratches on the trees nearby - and he was sure that this thing was not there when he came here before.

"Old thing."

Fu Qingzhou called out in his mind: "Can you sense someone around you?"

"Of course." The Smoker said as a matter of course: "There is a guy hiding quietly around here, busy destroying the traps you left. As for the one who is difficult to destroy, he even left marks to mark the locations of all your traps."

Fu Qingzhou: "...then why don't you say it?"

"You didn't ask." The smoker looked innocent.

Fu Qingzhou once again had the urge to smash the jade pendant to the ground, but now was obviously not the time to fight with the smoker.

"Where is that person?" he asked, frowning.

The smoker smiled and said, "That guy has been hiding within a hundred steps of you. He is very good at hiding. Although he is also in the fifth realm, he is much stronger than you in terms of skills."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Is there only one person... and this person is obviously much smarter than the killer last night.

Of course the killer cannot attack Yue Heng before midnight, but he can set a trap himself, and the other party can certainly arrive early to destroy the trap and familiarize himself with the environment.

"Which brother is hiding nearby?"

He asked tentatively in a loud voice: "Why don't you come out and see me?"

The shouts echoed through the woods, but there was no movement.

"Are you stupid?" The smoker mocked, "He's a killer, how could he come out to meet you?"

Of course Fu Qingzhou is not stupid.

While making the sound, he also used his ears to listen carefully - when a person who carefully hides himself is exposed, he will inevitably have reactions such as shortness of breath and accelerated heartbeat. He hoped to be able to determine the enemy's position by capturing these movements.

However, this plan failed.

Except for a few birds in the woods that were startled and flew away by his shout, there was still no movement.

This is a bit troublesome... This is a killer with a very strong character and extremely high skills. As the Smoker said, his skills are even higher than mine. I'm afraid tonight will be difficult.

Fu Qingzhou came to the place where the man left the mark on the tree trunk and squatted down to take a closer look.

It was a very simple and small mark, looking like the claw marks left by a passing wild animal. It would be almost unnoticeable in the woods at night and could only be discovered by careful observation.

He snorted lightly, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and scraped off the mark.

Then he went to the places where he had set traps before and found that they were all left with the same marks, so he scraped and polished them all.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

The smoker started again: "Your behavior is meaningless. Everyone knows where your trap is. What's the point of removing the mark? You might as well go back to the temple and rest."

"You know shit." Fu Qingzhou retorted, too lazy to pay any more attention to it.

After finishing the job at hand, he did not continue setting traps.

People are following you closely, and the trap has completely lost its effect. It would be better to go back to the temple and recuperate.

After returning to the temple, Fu Qingzhou immediately met Yue Heng's nervous gaze.

"Brother Fu, I heard you shouting outside." He asked in a low voice: "Are the killers here?"

"Yes, I am here." Fu Qingzhou nodded: "Don't be afraid, I will rest here for a while, and go out to meet the enemy at midnight, you just stay here."

Yue Heng nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, then took out the wine and started to get himself drunk.

Fu Qingzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Yue, how much wine did you prepare?"

"Not much, not much, just a few pots." Yue Heng smiled embarrassedly: "I don't usually like to drink, but this is the first time I face a life-and-death situation, so I prepared some strong liquor to comfort myself."

With killers all around you, you can still drink so hard every day. I think you have a broad mind...

Fu Qingzhou complained in his heart, but just smiled and said nothing else.

He sat down cross-legged on the spot and quietly practiced the Yiran Jue.

After the first two times of performing heroic deeds, he felt very relaxed and happy. His Yiran Jue also grew a lot during this period, gradually filling his huge and dry meridians.

Now, every time he practices, the efficiency of converting spiritual energy into internal energy is much stronger than before. However, the spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain cannot be as abundant as that on Mount Langhuan, and the speed of practice is still as slow as a turtle.

But Fu Qingzhou is not in a hurry.

Cultivation is like a gradual process of building a tower; it cannot be achieved in a hurry.

Meditating all night is a form of progress, there is no need to force it.

Gradually, his mind became calm, he forgot about everything else and sank into a state of meditation and practice.

The powerful inner energy circulated throughout his body, elevating his senses to a level that he could never reach under normal circumstances. He could hear the whistling of the wind and the footsteps of animals outside the temple.

"I found him."

Fu Qingzhou's ears twitched slightly.

He sensed the killer.

In the faint spiritual void, there was an extremely vague figure.

This man was very close to the ruined temple, even less than twenty steps away. He hid under the fallen leaves and crawled towards the ruined temple little by little.

This person's hands and feet moved as if in slow motion in a movie; every lift and lowering was extremely gentle, just like a turtle or a snail. But at the same time, his breathing, heartbeat, and movements were also as quiet as a turtle or a snail.

The moon is at its zenith and it is almost midnight.

Fu Qingzhou had been meditating for more than an hour since returning to the ruined temple. This man had probably been crawling slowly like this for more than an hour until he got close to the ruined temple!
"Such a patient and powerful killer..."

Fu Qingzhou secretly made a judgment in his heart: "This one person is far more powerful than the fifteen assassins last night!"

He opened his eyes and saw Yue Heng, who had passed out drunk like he had the night before. He was lying under the statue behind him and snoring.

The moonlight poured into the dilapidated temple through the window, illuminating the large bow placed on Fu Qingzhou's knees.

At the same time, a cold light hidden in the moonlight broke through the window and pointed directly at Fu Qingzhou's eyebrows!

The cold light was sharp and silent, without any sound of breaking through the air.

Fu Qingzhou's pupils constricted, and at that moment, he saw clearly the weapon handed to him.

It was an extremely thin sword, exactly the same as the one used by the assassins from Xiyu Pavilion last night.

He also saw the man coming with a sword.

It was a very ordinary and common face, which could be easily lost in a crowd.

There was no murderous intent or viciousness on this face, just seriousness and calmness, as if what he was doing was not killing people, but cooking a pot of vegetables.

Fu Qingzhou recognized this face.

More than two years ago, on the Wandu Mountain, this man helped himself and Kuaye to repel the Miao killers sent by the elders.

At that time he reported his name...

Wu Yan.

(End of this chapter)

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