A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 300 Iron Fan Inner Armor
On the official road, the black smoke and poisonous fog had dissipated, revealing the blasted carriages, the poisoned horses and officers, as well as the buried explosives and eight large pits on the road...

At the place where the explosion occurred, a few feet east along the official road, six figures were fighting each other.

Blood was floating and wriggling all over Yu Lieting's body. He held a copper hammer in his hand with great force and power, which turned like a wheel and smashed towards Zhu Qunxiang.

Zhu Qunxiang’s face turned pale and he dodged by jumping like a rabbit.

He and Yu Lieting were both at the first level of the Qi Realm. When the two first started fighting, Yu Lieting's vigorous and powerful fighting style, swinging the copper hammer, had already made him breathless.

Fortunately, he gradually stabilized his position with his nimble body and swordsmanship, and was finally not defeated by Yu Lieting's fierce charge.

After some testing, both of them became familiar with each other's martial arts. Yu Lieting was powerful but not agile enough, while Zhu Qunxiang was the opposite.

Next, they entered into a state of tangle.

After half an incense stick, both of them were exhausted. Zhu Qunxiang tried several times to use his agile body and sword skills to stab Yu Lieting, but Yu Lieting's copper hammer made a whistling sound in the wind, and he could not get close at all.

Just when the stalemate was at a standoff, blood suddenly broke out all over Yu Lieting's body, and the situation took a sharp turn from then on.

With the floating and wriggling blood threads protecting his body, Yu Lieting had no scruples and launched a massive attack, putting Zhu Qunxiang in danger.

Zhu Qunxiang suddenly discovered that Lu Qingfeng and Wang Shanshan, who were not far away, had almost encountered the same situation, with blood shadows floating in front of them...

Zhu Qunxiang struggled to defend himself, but under Yu Lieting's repeated attacks, he gradually showed signs of defeat.

Yu Lieting rushed forward violently, swinging his hammer like a wheel, forcing Zhu Qunxiang to retreat continuously. Seeing that he could not dodge in time, Zhu Qunxiang had to swing his sword to resist.

His swordsmanship was known for its agility, but at this moment, he was forced into a head-on confrontation by Yu Lieting. He was using his own weakness to attack the other's strength, and was already at a disadvantage.

After several consecutive blocks, Zhu Qunxiang's palms were shaking and the weapon was about to fall out of his hand, but Yu Lieting became more and more powerful, and his strength was stacked up layer by layer, coming continuously.

With a loud "bang", Zhu Qunxiang's sword finally flew out of his hand. The base of his hand where he was holding the sword was already rotten, and after several attempts to hold on, his palm was already covered with blood and flesh.

Yu Lieting smashed Zhu Qunxiang's weapon with a hammer, and with a grim smile on his face, he swung the copper hammer in his hand and smashed it down on Zhu Qunxiang's chest.

If this hammer had hit him hard, Zhu Qunxiang would have been seriously injured if not killed. However, Zhu Qunxiang had been hit hard by Yu Lieting repeatedly, his breathing was disordered and his body was sluggish, so he had no way to avoid it.

Zhu Qunxiang's face was as pale as paper. Looking at the hammer falling on his chest, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. At this moment, suddenly a hand as big as a plate stretched out from behind him and grabbed the bronze hammer.

The circumference of the long-handled copper hammer was a circle larger than a human brain. At this time, Yu Lieting swung it repeatedly, and the accumulated force was enough to split mountains and break rocks.

But the big hand came forward and grabbed the copper hammer, which was suspended in the air. Then it pressed down and smashed the copper hammer towards Yu Lieting.

Yu Lieting was startled when he saw a huge black shadow like a mountain of flesh flash by. His right hand, which was holding the long handle of the copper hammer, was broken apart by an incredible force. Then he saw a big hand holding his copper hammer. The black shadow flashed and smashed towards him.

The sudden change left Yu Lieting with no time to react, but the blood threads floating and wriggling around his body were extremely sensitive. They gathered together and bulged in an instant, like a clumping sand, and crashed towards the hammer shadow.

Like a flash of lightning, the blood thread burst at the touch, and the shadow of the hammer held by the big hand directly smashed Yu Lieting's head.

Before Yu Lieting could see clearly who the person was, he was already dead.

Zhu Qunxiang stood there in a daze. He just felt a huge black shadow flash behind him, and the next moment, Yu Lieting's head turned into mud, and a headless bloody corpse fell in front of him.

Ah Mo threw away the bloody copper hammer in his hand with a clang, looked at Zhu Qunxiang, and asked, "Have you seen my young lady?"

Zhu Qunxiang looked at Ah Mo, whose body was covered in blood and whose face was splattered with flesh, and she couldn't help but shudder and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't... I didn't see... I didn't see Miss Qingzhu..."

A Mo's eyes flashed and she glanced at the two bloody shadows fighting with Lu Qingfeng and Wang Shanshan not far away, but she did not take action.

Lu Qingfeng, Wang Shanshan and Zhu Qunxiang were fighting together. Since Zhu Qunxiang didn't know where the young lady was, how could the other two know?

A Mo leapt up and disappeared from the official road.

Zhu Qunxiang looked at Ah Mo's back, which was stained with blood and flesh, and suddenly felt a little fortunate. Ah Mo had been very hard on him all along, and even threatened to tear him apart once, but he never dared to turn against Ah Mo. Now it seems that he is still wise.

"Zhu Qunxiang, why don't you come over to help?"

Wang Shanshan suddenly shouted. Zhu Qunxiang turned his head and saw Lu Qingfeng and Wang Shanshan still fighting with the two blood shadows. He adjusted his breath, picked up the weapon that fell on the official road, and joined the battle...

It is said that after Fan Yuanhai left Xiangu County, he rode his horse at full speed all the way, and the whip in his hand left bloody marks on the horse's butt.

Fan Yuanhai looked at the green shadows of the mountains and fields on both sides of the official road, which kept flashing behind him. He couldn't help but feel waves of ecstasy in his heart.

As long as Duan Rong is arrested, not only will the cases of Jie Lei and Xu Ruhu be solved, but also the murder case of Jie Daohan will be solved as well. This will definitely be a great achievement.

With such a great achievement, he will have hope of being promoted to an inner disciple!

Fan Yuanhai ran without stopping, making the horse foam at the mouth, but he still whipped it with the whip...

Seeing that they had already run about seventy or eighty miles, Fan Yuanhai estimated that he should catch up with Zhu Qunxiang and the others.

Sure enough, when Fan Yuanhai rushed up a hill, he saw several black spots rising and falling on the hill in the distance ahead. Fan Yuanhai's eyes lit up with joy, and he whipped the horse's buttocks so hard that the flesh and blood rolled up. The horse felt the pain, kicked its hooves desperately, and ran forward wildly.

Fan Yuanhai rushed up three or four hills in succession. Seeing that they were only about 20 to 30 feet away from Zhu Qunxiang and the others, Fan Yuanhai's pupils shrank and he stared at the second one in the middle of the four official cars.

He knew that Duan Rong was sitting in that carriage.

But at this moment, there were several loud "bang, bang, bang" noises, and black smoke suddenly rose up on the official road ahead. The carriage that was shattered and splashed was instantly submerged in the rising black smoke, and several figures jumped out of the black smoke in a disorderly manner and scattered...

Fan Yuanhai was shocked and stopped his horse. His heart moved, as if he had just thought of something, but at this moment, a figure suddenly leaped out from the field beside the official road. A cold light flashed in the air and stabbed towards his face.

Fan Yuanhai felt a chill on his scalp and all the hair on his body stood up. This sword came unexpectedly and was extremely accurate.

Fan Yuanhai hurriedly circulated his inner energy, stepped on the horse step with both feet, and flew backwards like a falling leaf.

Ge Qingchuan tapped the saddle with his toes, leaped up suddenly, and approached Fan Yuanhai in mid-air again. The long sword in his hand was still flashing with cold light, pointing at Fan Yuanhai's face.

The moment Fan Yuanhai left the saddle, he reached behind his waist with his right hand and took a fine iron fan in his hand. With a ding sound, he slapped the iron fan on the tip of the sword that was stabbing at him.

Fan Yuanhai's iron fan struck the tip of the sword, but his hand felt limp, as if he had struck nothing. The sword tip unexpectedly curved in a huge arc; it was actually a flexible sword!
The forging process of the soft sword is complex and precise, and it is definitely not something that an ordinary blacksmith can make. Moreover, this kind of weapon has long been out of circulation in the world.

Anyone who can use a soft sword is definitely not an ordinary person.

Fan Yuanhai's iron fan hit the tip of the sword. Ge Qingchuan shook his wrist, and the tip of the sword began to shake violently. The white sword light made Fan Yuanhai dizzy.

The sword shadow was right in front of him. Fan Yuanhai flicked his wrist, and with a swish, the iron fan suddenly opened. Fan Yuanhai grabbed the iron fan and slapped the soft sword with the fan.

Two people were in mid-air, one holding a sword and the other holding a fan, and they had been exchanging several moves back and forth.

Fan Yuanhai and Ge Qingchuan were both very good at Qinggong. Ge Qingchuan attacked suddenly but did not gain any advantage over Fan Yuanhai.

The two of them landed gracefully on the ground. Fan Yuanhai protected his chest with an iron fan and looked at Ge Qingchuan sternly. He saw that although Ge Qingchuan was dressed in men's clothes, her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were like waves, and her throat was smooth, so she was obviously a girl.

But this beautiful woman almost took his life just now.

Fan Yuanhai glanced at the official road behind Ge Qingchuan that was filled with black smoke, stared at her and asked, "Who are you? How dare you attack the sect's imperial envoy?"

Ge Qingchuan chuckled and said, "So it's the Imperial Envoy! What a great authority!"

Ge Qingchuan shook his soft sword and pointed it towards Fan Yuanhai like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The tip of the soft sword was shaking, and Fan Yuanhai couldn't tell the direction for a moment, so he swung the fan and hit it straight over.

Fan Yuanhai moved his body, trying to get close to attack, but Ge Qingchuan's soft sword was like a whip or a dart, appearing and disappearing at will, and forced Fan Yuanhai back several times.

Fan Yuanhai's Qinggong and his martial arts were a combination of his family martial arts. When they were performed, they were swift and unpredictable. But Ge Qingchuan's soft sword seemed to be specifically designed to counter his body movements. It was like a snake head about to attack, constantly swaying. Once he got the chance, he would give you a fatal blow.

Fan Yuanhai's feeling was correct. Ge Qingchuan's soft sword martial arts was called the Spirit Snake Sword Technique. The restraint on Fan Yuanhai's graceful body movement was very obvious.

The two men fought back and forth, and after a fierce fight, Fan Yuanhai's shoulders were bruised. Although the injuries were not serious, Fan Yuanhai felt depressed because he could faintly hear the sound of iron clashing coming from all around.

The explosion on the official road was obviously caused by someone burying explosives in advance, and what a coincidence, the swordsmanship of the man in front of him just happened to restrain his graceful body movements.

This is not a coincidence! It is an organized conspiracy!

Fan Yuanhai smelled a chilling breath of danger!

Fan Yuanhai was considering whether to retreat first? Although capturing Duan Rong was a great achievement, there was no need to risk his own life.

Seeing such a dangerous situation, it is more important to save your life!
Unlike the horses in the black smoke on the official road that had all been poisoned to death, Fan Yuanhai did not enter the black smoke. Not far away, the horse he had ridden all the way was still eating grass by the roadside. As long as he got rid of the person in front of him and fled, he should be able to escape danger!

Fan Yuanhai made up his mind and decided to take a risky move, trying to injure Ge Qingchuan so that he could quickly leave this dangerous place.

Ge Qingchuan's soft sword pointed at him again. Fan Yuanhai seized the opportunity and suddenly used the iron fan to wrap and roll up Ge Qingchuan's soft sword. Then he turned his left hand and slapped Ge Qingchuan's chest.

Fan Yuanhai was delighted, as this move was a sudden change of circumstances, and he was quick-eyed and swift-handed!

The two were already very close to each other, and the angle of Fan Yuanhai's palm strike was so strange and tricky that Ge Qingchuan was unable to block it at all. He had to drop his sword and jump away to avoid the palm strike.

Fan Yuanhai wanted to force Ge Qingchuan to discard his weapon.

Once Ge Qingchuan loses his weapon, he will not be able to use the soft sword that restrains his body movements, and he can take the opportunity to escape.

Seeing that the palm was only a few inches away from Ge Qingchuan's chest, Fan Yuanhai thought that this move would definitely succeed. But at this moment, Ge Qingchuan's hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly pulled back. With a flash of cold light, Fan Yuanhai's left arm was cut off at the elbow.

Moreover, the cold light suddenly shot out from the splash of blood and went straight to Fan Yuanhai's throat!

The soft sword in Ge Qingchuan's hand was actually a set of mother-and-child swords with a sword hidden within a sword!

Such a sudden change is totally unexpected!
Before Fan Yuanhai could think too much, he retreated violently. The sword in Ge Qingchuan's hand was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, following him closely. The sword body was shaking with a rattling sound, and the tip of the sword was like a snake's head, swinging back and forth. Finally, it suddenly turned and stabbed Fan Yuanhai in the chest.

Fan Yuanhai was shocked. He wanted to wave his iron fan to block, but it was too late.

Just as Fan Yuanhai was about to die, a huge black shadow like a mountain of flesh suddenly appeared and punched Ge Qingchuan in the chest.

Ge Qingchuan was hit hard and flew backwards instantly!

She flipped backwards in mid-air, floated down, and looked with horror at A Mo who was standing in front of Fan Yuanhai.

"Huh?" Ah Mo let out a puzzled exclamation. She originally thought that her punch would pierce Ge Qingchuan's chest, but she didn't expect that Ge Qingchuan could actually take her punch and land safely.

She could see that Ge Qingchuan didn't have any martial arts skills.

A Mo soon figured out the clue. There was a big hole in Ge Qingchuan's clothes where he was punched in the chest, revealing a gray-brown area that seemed to be woven from some tiny scales.

Ah Mo's eyes jumped. "Is it the inner armor!?"

In fact, the young lady also had an inner armor, but she never liked to wear it. Ah Mo had never forced Lu Qingzhu to do anything she didn't want to do before. But she had decided that after this incident, the young lady's inner armor must be worn by her.

Ge Qingchuan spat out a mouthful of thick blood on the ground. Although she was wearing inner armor, her internal organs were also injured by Ah Mo's punch, and her qi was disordered.

She looked at A-Mo, whose body was covered in blood and whose face was splattered with flesh and blood, and her heart was trembling with fear!
What does it mean that Amo is standing here? No one knows it better than her, the one who is in charge of the deployment.

"You killed Fan Hanzhou?"

A Mo glanced at Ge Qingchuan and ignored her. Ge Qingchuan was wearing inner armor, so it would be difficult to kill her, and she simply didn't have the time for that.

Ah Mo just turned his head to look at Fan Yuanhai and said, "When did you come? Have you seen my young lady?"

Seeing that Amo didn't answer, Ge Qingchuan's eyes moved, and he suddenly jumped into the wild forest beside the official road and disappeared.

Fan Yuanhai watched Ge Qingchuan leave, sweat pouring down his forehead. He smiled bitterly and said, "I just arrived when the explosion happened! I didn't see Miss Qingzhu."

After getting the answer, Ah Mo leaped and disappeared from Fan Yunhai's sight...

(End of this chapter)