After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 320: Encountering obstacles on the road, a fierce battle in the forest!
"Let's go back first and talk while we walk."

When Chen Yang was about to ask something, Yang Wenhui suddenly turned around and walked into the woods.

The people who attacked Master Faneng and his disciples may still be nearby. It is very dangerous here.

In the woods, Yang Wenhui carried Fa Neng on his back, and Faning also carried Xuan Yu's body.

The three of them evacuated quickly.

"Old Yang, since Zhao Guanshan is the son of Zhao Junting, he should be considered a big shot, right? Why would he come to Qingniu Temple..."

On the way, Chen Yang asked what happened.

Yang Wenhui said, "You should know who Zhao Junting is. In order to avoid getting into trouble, the Zhao family had already expelled him from the family tree, so naturally they would not recognize Zhao Guanshan..."

"When Zhao Junting died, Zhao Guanshan was still young and had nowhere to go, so he was fostered in the Ding family. But at that time, Ding Huanchun could not protect himself and could not protect him. Not long after, he left the Ding family again and disappeared..."

"He is just a nobody, and no one cares about his life or death or whereabouts. Who would have thought that he would hide in Qingniu Temple..."

"If it was him, then it makes sense. He might have had contact with Uncle Dongguan back then. After learning that Uncle Dongguan was arrested, he might have been thinking about his relics and ran into Qinzhou's buried sword at Pangpoling..."

Yang Wenhui's lengthy speech and calm analysis seemed to have restored the context of the whole matter.

This Zhao Guanshan, or Fa Jing, was probably the culprit who stole the Scarlet Sky Sword back then.

It’s a pity that the Yang family has been keeping their eyes on Qinzhou for so many years, causing a lifetime of confusion.

"It's really rare. After all these years, there are still people who recognize me."

Just at this moment, an old and hoarse voice came from the depths of the thick fog ahead.

The owner of the voice seemed to have just learned to speak and was a little stuttering.

"Who?"

Fanning was walking in front and stopped immediately.

A pair of old eyes looked deeply forward, and when the flashlight was shaken, only a few lines of rain could be seen.

The fog was so thick that the flashlight could only illuminate an area of ​​about ten meters at most.

The atmosphere became tense almost instantly.

"Master Faning, Senior Brother, right? How come you can't even recognize my voice?"

The hoarse voice came again.

"Is it Junior Brother Fajing?"

Faning's heart tightened. The other party called him senior brother, so no matter how stupid he was, he could guess the other party's identity.

Is this really the pure Dharma?
After more than 30 years, he can't even remember the person, let alone the sound of a fart.

A figure walked out from the mist curtain in front.

He was not tall, about 1.7 meters, with disheveled hair, a dirty face, and was wearing a Taoist robe that was not very appropriate.

The image was like an evil ghost that had just crawled out of hell. Under his disheveled hair, a pair of eyes looked at the three people wantonly, as cold as a wild beast.

This Taoist robe is made of Xuanyu.

The faces of the three men darkened. There was no doubt that the person who killed Xuan Yu was the man in front of them.

Fanning was stunned and speechless.

After a while, he said, "Brother Fajing, is it really you? You are not dead?"

"Ah."

The man stammered, "Master, Senior Brother, you don't look happy. See, you see that I'm still alive. Are you very disappointed?"

Faning came back to his senses and said, "Since you are still alive, it is of course a happy thing, but why did you kill Xuanyu? Why did you hurt Brother Faneng?"

"Humph."

The man snorted coldly, "I, I was trapped under the cliff for so many years, and you, you all didn't even bother to come down to look for me. I, I tried every way to ask you for help, but you were indifferent. Humph, you all deserve to die!"

He spoke with a slight stutter, as if he was afraid of biting his tongue, and although his voice was fierce and full of murderous intent, it sounded somewhat comical.

Fanning's face trembled.

If he were trapped for so many years, he would probably become a psychopath.

He wanted to explain, but what was the use of explaining? This man killed Xuan Yu and hurt Fa Neng, which was unforgivable.

"Zhao Guanshan, do you still recognize me?"

Yang Wenhui put down his magic power, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and looked at the man vigilantly.

The man turned his cold gaze from Faning to Yang Wenhui.

"I am Yang Wenhui from Longtai Mountain and the Yang family."

"Yang Wenhui?"

Zhao Guanshan thought for a moment, as if something had dawned on him. "I, I remember you, Yang, the nephew of Fourth Uncle Yang... Are you this old?"

He looked at Yang Wenhui and said, "What a pity. Although, although you are the nephew of Uncle Yang, but, but you are still going to die."

His voice was extremely cold.

Yang Wenhui frowned, "Brother Zhao, there shouldn't be any conflicts between us, right?"

"Ah!"

Zhao Guanshan smiled faintly and pulled out a long sword from behind him.

There was a clang.

The long sword hummed, and raindrops dripped from the tip of the sword along the red sword body.

Tick, tick...

The atmosphere solidified at this moment.

Red Sky Sword!
Yang Wenhui's pupils suddenly shrank, and he recognized the sword in the other person's hand at a glance.

It was the ancestral sword of their Yang family, Chi Xiao!

"Now, there is a contradiction, right?"

Zhao Guanshan looked at Yang Wenhui with an aggressive attitude and eager eyes.

Maybe it was because he had been locked up in the Mihun Pond for too long, Zhao Guanshan's mind was obviously a little distorted, and there were only two words in his eyes: destruction!
He needs to vent and destroy!
"Was it really you who stole the sword back then?" Yang Wenhui's eyes flashed and he gritted his teeth.

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Guanshan laughed long and said, "The sword was left by Fourth Uncle Yang. As his nephew, I just inherited it. How can it be considered stealing..."

Yang Wenhui's face was extremely dark, "Hand over the sword, and we can have a good talk..."

"Whoever wants to talk to you, you better talk to him. Today, all three of you must die!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Chen Yang and said, "Including you. Was it you who killed my accomplice?"

"Yes, it's me. W-what happened?"

"You, you learn from me?"

"I, I'm not, I'm just, nervous!"

"I'm not stuttering, I just haven't spoken for a long time!"

"I know, I know..."

……

Chen Yang had a serious expression on his face, but he was not doing anything. He imitated Zhao Guanshan's tone and stammered when answering him.

A black line crossed Yang Wenhui's forehead. How could this kid have such a bad taste?

It would be strange if Zhao Guanshan could bear it.

"You, you are courting death!"

Sure enough, Zhao Guanshan was angry. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Chen Yang like a mad beast. Without saying a word, he slashed at Chen Yang with a sword.

"clang!"

Just as Chen Yang was about to take action, he saw Yang Wenhui flash and block in front of him, with the long sword in his hand directly blocking the Chi Xiao in Zhao Guanshan's hand.

The sound of metal and the splash of fire.

"Well done!"

Zhao Guanshan was extremely excited and started fighting with Yang Wenhui directly.

……

Name: Zhao Guanshan.

Physical fitness: 2215/3200.

Mental power: 2200/2600.

……

The two men fought back and forth, their figures flashing in the thick fog, and the sound of swords clashing filled their ears.

The Yang family's swordsmanship is grand and vigorous. When performed by Yang Wenhui, it is steady and conventional, yet elegant.

In contrast, the swordsmanship displayed by Zhao Guanshan was much more brutal and tricky. He had lived in the dark Mihun Pond for many years, so his eyesight was naturally very good. Although it was shrouded in thick darkness at this time, it was easy for him. Every move was aimed directly at Yang Wenhui's vital points.

Danger abounds.

Chen Yang checked Zhao Guanshan's information.

Judging from his numbers, he should be in the Spirit Realm without a doubt, slightly stronger than Yang Wenhui, but not enough to form such a big gap.

If they really fight to the death, it’s hard to say who will win or lose.

Chen Yang ran over, picked up the flashlight, and shone it on Zhao Guanshan's face.

If you are not afraid of the dark, you should be afraid of the light.

It's dizzying, how can you fight?
It’s no secret that Chen Yang’s operation was quite effective.

Zhao Guanshan was shaken by him and subconsciously put up his hands to cover his eyes. Yang Wenhui took advantage of the flaw, swung his sword, and stabbed him in the chest.

Unfortunately, the opponent's reaction was not slow either, and he dodged to the side, so the sword only scratched the Taoist robe on his arm.

Yang Wenhui immediately struck again with the sword.

However, Zhao Guanshan quickly calmed himself down. He ignored Chen Yang's harassment and simply closed his eyes, listening to the sound to determine his location.

Surprisingly, he quickly recovered from his defeat and could fight Yang Wenhui even with his eyes closed.

Without saying a word, Chen Yang pulled out the butcher knife from his waist and rushed forward.

In this situation, what is the point of talking about underworld ethics?

Of course, the goal is to use the majority to bully the minority.

While Zhao Guanshan and Yang Wenhui were fighting, Chen Yang sneaked up behind Zhao Guanshan and slashed at his back with a knife.

Zhao Guanshan felt alarmed and forced Yang Wenhui back with one sword, then struck back with his sword.

"Dang!" Chen Yang's knife directly hit the Chixiao Sword.

With a sharp buzzing sound and a huge force, Zhao Guanshan retreated several meters.

Chen Yang also took a few steps back.

His physical strength was slightly stronger than Zhao Guanshan's, but the opponent's internal strength was powerful, and the two offset each other, making them evenly matched.

Chen Yang picked up the butcher knife and saw that there was a gap of almost one centimeter on the blade.

His face looked a little ugly!

This is a relic left by my great-grandfather, and I can't help but feel sad.

At the same time, I was also very surprised.

This butcher knife is made of fine iron. Although it can cut through iron like mud, ordinary swords and knives cannot leave any marks on its blade.

This Chixiao Sword is truly worthy of being a famous sword in ancient times. Its hardness is simply incomparable to that of a butcher knife.

At this time, Zhao Guanshan was also shocked.

Seeing that Chen Yang was young, he just regarded him as a junior. How much strength could he have?

However, the power of Chen Yang in that sword strike just now had far exceeded his expectations, and he almost got hurt because of underestimating his enemy.

Judging from this strength alone, it is probably at least above the twentieth level. This young man is probably in the spiritual realm.

At this time, Chen Yang and Yang Wenhui, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiched him in the middle.

The scene is a bit embarrassing.

After several tests, Zhao Guanshan's strength should be similar to Yang Wenhui's. Now there is another Chen Yang whose strength is unknown. It seems that he has to swallow back the bold words he made before.

Yang Wenhui said, "Zhao Guanshan, put down your sword, everything can still be discussed!"

"Discuss? You, are you kidding me?"

Zhao Guanshan grinned like a ghost, "Okay, no, I won't play with you, you guys are done playing, I'll send you off!"

When he said this, Chen Yang and the other man felt a tightness in their hearts.

Could it be that this person is hiding his strength?

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan put two fingers of his left hand into his mouth.

"call out!"

The sharp whistle echoed through the mountains and forests.

Chen Yang frowned.

The next second, he heard a beast roar coming from deep in the forest.

"Ho..."

The soul-stirring roar seemed to be a response to Zhao Guanshan's call.

This sound!
Chen Yang's heart trembled violently.

Such a familiar voice.

Yang Wenhui's expression also changed slightly. He was too familiar with this roar.

"Ho..."

The roar was approaching rapidly. In just a few breaths, a huge black shadow broke through the thick fog and approached rapidly.

"careful!"

Chen Yang shouted hurriedly.

The dark shadow appeared right in front of Fanning.

With the help of the light, Fanning looked up and saw a face in black and white that was extremely terrifying.

I was immediately terrified.

The thing was covered in black hair, had long arms and legs, and was obviously tall. It slapped Fanning directly.

Fanning was startled and dodged subconsciously.

The thing slapped Xuanyu's butt right on his shoulder.

"Oh!"

The terrifying force directly knocked Xuan Yu away. Not only that, Fanning also fell to the ground, rolled several times in the mud, and fell down a slope not far away.

"Ho!"

An angry roar shook the surrounding woods, and the raindrops accumulated on the leaves fell down one after another.

Mandrill!

It is an adult mandrill covered with black hair!
At this time, Yang Wenhui felt numb all over.

The scene of hundreds of strong men hunting mandrills on Ebei Mountain that year replayed in his mind.

His face turned pale almost instantly.

At the same time, huge waves were rising in Chen Yang's heart.

So this is Zhao Guanshan’s trump card?
Is this mandrill driven by him?
"Surprising?"

Zhao Guanshan grinned, his smile was somewhat cruel, "In order to get it, I risked my life and fell off the Heartbreak Cliff. Humph, it's all Fakong's fault. I even called him Brother, but he not only watched me die without helping me, but also added insult to injury by cutting the rope and blocking my way out, causing me to be trapped in the Mihun Pond for so many years. Humph, you all deserve to die, you all deserve to die..."

As he spoke, he became crazy and said, "Kill them for me."

"Roar!"

The mandrill received the order and responded immediately, roaring and rushing towards Chen Yang who was closest to it.

The speed is so fast that it's dizzying.

Chen Yang was on guard carefully and of course would not let it succeed, so he immediately went forward with a butcher knife in hand.

"careful!"

Yang Wenhui shouted and was about to raise his sword to rescue, but was stopped by Zhao Guanshan who held his sword across his chest.

"clang!"

Zhao Guanshan forced him back with a sword, "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon, let's fight again!"

After saying that, he started fighting with Yang Wenhui again, obviously trying to create an opportunity for the mandrill to get rid of Chen Yang as soon as possible.

……

The mandrill was very savage and violent. It came in front of Chen Yang and slapped him with its hand.

Chen Yang knew how powerful the mandrill was, so he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He poured his internal energy into the butcher knife, used all his strength, and chopped it down directly.

"Keng!"

The knife, when it struck the mandrill's claws, actually emitted a dazzling flame.

The terrifying force caused Chen Yang's feet to slide back several meters.

The mandrill obviously didn't expect Chen Yang to be so powerful. Perhaps it underestimated his enemy and was knocked back by the recoil force.

It raised its hand and saw that the thick keratinized skin on the palm was cut and bleeding.

"Roar!"

The mandrill was somewhat enraged.

The wound on the palm of my hand scabbed over quickly.

It looked at Chen Yang with a pair of angry and resentful eyes.

"Roar!"

With a sudden roar, it rushed towards Chen Yang like a phantom in the dark night.

Its fangs turned outward, and it looked like a demon zombie. It wanted to tear the guy who hurt it into pieces.

Chen Yang turned around and ran without saying a word.

Run directly into the depths of the forest.

"Roar!"

The mandrill followed closely behind, roaring continuously.

The two, one chasing and one fleeing, quickly disappeared into the fog.

This……

Yang Wenhui and Zhao Guanshan, who were fighting, were both stunned when they saw this scene.

Zhao Guanshan grinned, "This kid really knows how to kill himself. Doesn't he know that the mountains and forests are the hunting grounds of mandrills?"

Being targeted by a mandrill, yet you still dare to run into the mountains?

Are you afraid of dying too slowly?
The deep mountains and old forests are the home ground of mandrills. It is late at night and the mountains are covered with fog. Mandrills can rely on their sense of smell to determine directions, but you are completely blind. What can you use to fight a mandrill?
Even if you are in the spiritual realm and can use your mental power to perceive everything around you, this consumes a huge amount of mental power. How long can you last?
Therefore, in Zhao Guanshan's opinion, Chen Yang's current behavior is undoubtedly seeking his own death.

If he had stayed and fought alongside Yang Wenhui, he might have died with some dignity.

"Mr. Zhao, you deserve to die!"

Yang Wenhui roared, and swung his sword even faster and more fiercely.

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan did not fight Yang Wenhui head-on. He just defended and did not attack, fighting and retreating at the same time.

Although the long sword in Yang Wenhui's hand was also extraordinary, it was still no match for Chi Xiao. With the sharp weapon in his hand, he was completely invincible.

Even though Yang Wenhui's swordsmanship was superb, he was unable to do anything to him for the time being.

He didn't need to fight with Yang Wenhui at all. He just needed to wait until the baboon dealt with Chen Yang. Then, he could easily take down Yang Wenhui as well.

Although Yang Wenhui was anxious, he could do nothing about it.

……

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The words are divided into two parts.

However, Chen Yang ran all the way with the radar turned on. Although it was dark and foggy, it had no effect on his actions at all.

With him as the center, everything within a radius of twenty meters around him is in sight.

On the contrary, the mandrill can only track by sense of smell, and it is raining and foggy at this time, which has a great impact on its ability to distinguish smells.

Chen Yang had to run for a while, then stopped and called out to him twice to avoid being lost by him.

In the eyes of the mandrill, his behavior was undoubtedly a provocation.

A naked provocation.

Despite the mandrill's brutality, it could not endure this and chased after the beast with red eyes.

(End of this chapter)