From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

The people next to Fang Fengtai nodded in agreement, clearly indicating that they also didn't have a good impression of Fang Qing.

"Brother Fang is right, that kid does have some self-awareness."

"He was following me just now, and I felt very awkward talking to him, afraid that he would overhear me."

"Now that the burden is gone, we can travel freely."

The atmosphere in the group immediately relaxed, and everyone chatted and laughed, making their pace of progress seem even faster.

Fang Fengtai checked the direction, led the team around in a small circle, and returned to the relatively easy path.

He looked around, and indeed, Fang Qing was no longer visible in the dense woods.

Fang Fengtai was finally relieved and waved to signal the team to move forward at full speed.

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Fang Qing activated the Undying Golden Body Refining Technique, and his body seemed to become much lighter.

With the support of his strong blood and qi, his endurance and explosive power far surpass those of others.

For Fang Qing, traversing this complex terrain of interwoven mountains and rivers was almost effortless.

He even had the energy to casually pluck a fuzzy foxtail grass from the roadside while speeding along.

With a few deft flicks of the fingers, the grass stems were woven into a lifelike little rabbit.

Fang Qing stuck the grass rabbit in the side of his backpack and continued forward.

Around dusk, Fang Qing slowed his pace.

Through the sparse trees ahead, he could already see the figures of the first group.

Fang Qing silently counted the number of people on the other side.

The first group had about eleven people when they set off, and now there are only nine left, just two short.

Sure enough, the higher the ranking, the stronger the team's overall strength and stability.

But at this moment, this elite team stopped at the edge of a cliff and did not continue forward.

Fang Qing estimated the route and terrain, and understood.

This should be the last three kilometers, the final checkpoint of the entire training mission.

He approached quietly, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking towards the other side of the cliff.

Five thick iron chains stretched out from this side of the cliff and disappeared into the rolling fog on the other side.

It was nearly evening, the sky was dark, and milky white mist rose from the valley.

The iron chains appeared and disappeared in the mist, inspiring fear in those who looked upon them.

Occasionally, a mountain breeze would blow by, temporarily dispelling the fog in the middle section.

Fang Qing immediately saw several tall, motionless figures standing silently in the middle of the iron chain.

Those figures had a metallic sheen, gleaming with a dim gold or silver light in the twilight.

This should be the "Eighteen Bronze Men Formation" that Coach Tan Herong once mentioned.

The so-called bronze figures are actually specially made wooden puppets with gold or silver paint on their surface.

The puppet is equipped with ingenious mechanisms that can simulate the attacks of a martial artist and unleash considerable power.

Its principle and appearance are somewhat similar to the wooden dummy that Fang Qing usually practices with, but it is more complex and dangerous.

Zeng Qian was standing at the edge of the crowd observing the iron chain when she suddenly seemed to sense something and turned around to look.

Upon seeing Fang Qing, a bright smile immediately appeared on her face, and she waved to him warmly.

Zeng Qian wore a form-fitting outfit today, which perfectly accentuated her stunning figure.

Her legs were long and straight, her waist was slender and supple, and her full breasts trembled slightly with her waving movements.

Her skin appeared fair and delicate in the twilight, with a few strands of sweat-dampened hair clinging to her smooth forehead.

Those eyes were clear and bright, and when they looked at Fang Qing, they were filled with undisguised friendliness.

Lu Jianfeng, who was standing next to her, also heard the noise and turned around with a frown.

When he saw that the visitor was Fang Qing, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Lu Jianfeng subconsciously looked Fang Qing up and down, as if trying to get to know this person again.

The first team rushed here with all their might, and only managed to rest for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Lu Jianfeng originally thought that it would be quite a while before Fang Fengtai's group of people caught up.

To everyone's surprise, the first one to catch up was Fang Qing, who was ranked eighty-fifth.

Just how strong is this guy?

Lu Jianfeng was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but his face quickly regained its coldness.

He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the iron chains shrouded in thick fog and the vaguely visible bronze figures on the other side of the cliff.

As night fell, the fog rising from the abyss grew thicker and thicker, almost engulfing the iron chains.

These five iron chains form the final passage to the end, and are extremely dangerous.

Even a martial artist like Lu Jianfeng, who was at the peak of the sixth level of Body Tempering, had to be cautious.

As Fang Qing approached, Zeng Qian smiled and nodded at him, then raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her neck.

This movement fully revealed her slender neck and delicate collarbones, making her exceptionally alluring.

Fang Qing nodded in response and then walked to the periphery of the crowd.

He noticed that almost everyone in the first group of more than ten people was carrying a leather backpack.

Even Lu Jianfeng, who was in charge, was no exception; his backpack was quite similar in style to Fang Qing's.

The supplies they carried were relatively intact, after all, they were strong and suffered minimal losses along the way.

Just as Fang Qing was looking around, Lu Jianfeng suddenly turned around and pointed at him.

"You, Fang Qing, right? It just so happens that you caught up with us."

Lu Jianfeng's voice carried an unquestionable tone of command.

"Go ahead and scout out the way, see what's going on with those bronze men."

"Find out their reactions and attack methods, and come back to tell us."

Fang Qing, who was about to find a place to rest, stopped immediately upon hearing this.

He slowly raised his head, looking calmly at Lu Jianfeng, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Qian, who was standing behind Lu Jianfeng, froze with a smile.

She glanced at Lu Jianfeng, then at Fang Qing, and Zeng Qian couldn't help but take a half-step forward and say:

"Senior Brother Lu, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"Fang Qing just arrived, he must be exhausted."

"Moreover, the situation of the Bronze Man Formation is unclear, and it would be too dangerous to send him out to scout ahead alone."

Zeng Qian's voice was clear and crisp, carrying obvious disapproval, and she looked directly at Lu Jianfeng.

"We've all benefited from Fang Qing's influence."

"If it weren't for his design of this leather backpack..."

"How could we have gotten here so easily carrying all this iron ore and logs?"

"Sending him ahead to scout the way now is like him cursing his mother right after finishing his meal!"

Like Zeng Qian, many people couldn't stand it anymore.

It's true that Lu Jianfeng is ranked high, but that doesn't mean he can control everything.

Unlike Chu Xiao and others who ranked in the top ten, reaching a level that everyone else could only dream of.

Many people stood up to refute this, saying:

"In the future, most of us will be working together in the Salt Patrol Guard, and becoming colleagues is almost a certainty."

"If we take advantage of Fang Qing now, we'll just push him to be cannon fodder for scouting."

"If our colleagues in the salt patrol find out later, won't they say we're heartless and ungrateful?"

"This is a huge blow to our reputation."

"A leather backpack costing ten taels of silver is not cheap."

"But compared to the effort and time we saved along the way, this money was well spent."

When Lu Jianfeng saw so many people speaking up for Fang Qing, his brows immediately furrowed.

He clenched his jaw so hard it made a grinding sound, and squeezed out the words through his teeth.

"So your backpacks only cost ten taels of silver???"

"That madman, Kuang Shisan, why is he asking me for fifty taels of silver?!"

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