From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing took a deep look at Zhan Bo's current embarrassed appearance, which reminded him of his old friend Xie Yunzhou.

At that time, Xie Yunzhou was almost at the bottom of Shanhe Boxing Academy.

They were also ordered around by the Fang family's children at the training ground in Zone A to do some rough and tiring work.

Use the fewest resources to do the hardest and most tiring work.

If Fang Qing hadn't been there today, Zhan Bo would have acted as cannon fodder and Fang Qing would have pretended not to see it.

Unfortunately, Fang Qing is right here with me today.

Fang Qing patted the grass roots off his clothes before speaking:

"Come over here..."

Zhanbo suddenly looked up at the figure, and his dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fang...Fang Qing!"

He then noticed that Fang Qing had been there for a while and seemed to have been resting for some time.

Lu Jianfeng's eyes narrowed suddenly, flashing with cold light, and he turned coldly towards Fang Qing.

He had just asked Fang Qing to scout ahead, but everyone rejected him.

Because Zeng Qian and the others benefited from Fang Qing's backpack, they all sided with Fang Qing.

Lu Jianfeng held back at the time.

But now, he sent Zhanbo, the weakest member of the team, to scout ahead, only to have Fang Qing interfere again!

This is practically a public slap in the face for him!

Lu Jianfeng's anger flared up. He snorted coldly and with a "clang," drew a section of the long sword from his waist.

The gleaming blade reflected the morning light, its chilling edge palpable.

"Fang Qing, don't let Zhanbo, who is ranked last, scout ahead."

"You mean you're going to go up in his place?"

Fang Qing was now standing up straight.

He easily slung the heavy backpack over his shoulder with fluid movements.

Immediately afterwards, he reached his right hand to the side of the backpack, gripped the gun, and flicked his wrist.

A clear, metallic clang rang out.

He held the black falcon spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light, firmly in his hand.

He first waved to the frightened Zhanbo.

Seeing Zhanbo subconsciously take two steps closer, he said no more.

Holding the gun in one hand, he turned and walked straight toward the five iron chain walkways on the edge of the cliff.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone present clearly.

"It is true that we are the Salt Patrol Reserve Battalion, but we are also part of the Salt Patrol."

"If we go to the battlefield, every single person in the reserve battalion, even the last one, is the only brother you can entrust your back to!"

"In a life-or-death situation, you must entrust your life to your comrades behind you."

"Whether he's first or last."

"We all prosper together, and we all suffer together."

At this point, Fang Qing slammed his hands together and gripped the Falcon Spear tightly.

The gun barrel rubbed against his palm, making a soft rustling sound.

"Zhanbo, follow behind me for a bit."

"Remember, keep up, don't fall behind..."

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and shot towards Lu Jianfeng, whose face was ashen.

"I can explore the path for Zhanbo."

"I wonder if any of you have the guts to follow us."

Just then, a strong mountain wind howled up from the bottom of the cliff!

The last wisp of mist that lingered ahead was completely dispelled by the gale.

The five iron chain walkways were exposed to everyone's eyes without any cover.

Each chain is as thick as an adult's arm, spanning the abyss and connecting to the opposite cliff.

On each of the iron chains, several meters apart, stands a bronze figure with a dark gold body!

The bronze figure is about the height of an adult, with a simple and ancient style. It exudes a heavy metallic texture and reflects a cold, hard luster in the morning sun.

They acted like guards, blocking the only path to the other side.

Fang Qing glanced around and, without hesitation, chose the middle iron chain walkway.

The iron chains on both sides are about two meters away from the middle chain.

Choosing the middle path allows for maneuvering to either side in case of an attack, enabling both offense and defense.

He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and gave a low shout to those behind him.

"Zhanbo! Keep up!"

Then, he uttered another sentence, the sound echoing at the edge of the cliff.

"I'll go first!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped onto the wet, cold iron chain in the middle!

Carrying nearly 500 pounds of ore and timber on his back, and holding a long spear, he remained as steady as a rock on the iron chains.

The chain sank slightly as he stepped on it, then began to sway, making a "creak...creak..." sound.

Seeing this, Zhanbo gritted his teeth and jumped onto the same iron chain as well.

His movements were not as steady as Fang Qing's. He swayed violently a few times when he stepped onto the iron chain, and his face turned even paler, but he clung tightly to the thin rope above him and tried his best to keep up.

Seeing that Fang Qing actually dared to take the lead in charging into the formation, Lu Jianfeng followed suit.

If he were to send someone else to scout ahead, Fang Qing's side would probably already be engaged in combat with the bronze man.

Moreover, Fang Qing's words of entrusting his back were like a slap in the face to many people.

If he were to force the weak to explore the way at this moment, Lu Jianfeng's reputation in this reserve camp would be ruined.

"Oh shit……"

Lu Jianfeng spat out two words through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on Fang Qing's back as he steadily moved forward on the iron chain.

He absolutely could not let Fang Qing get through the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation first.

That precious opportunity to refine one's constitution must belong to Lu Jianfeng!

He absolutely refused to admit that he would lose to a newcomer ranked 85th.

"Everyone! Keep up!"

Lu Jianfeng gave a stern order, and with a "clang," he drew his long sword completely, the tip pointing towards the abyss walkway where the mist had dissipated.

"Take the right path! Don't let that kid get all the benefits!"

He took the lead, leaping onto the iron chain in one stride and chasing after Fang Qing.

Upon seeing this, Fang Fengtai and the others hesitated for a moment, then drew their weapons and followed closely behind.

For a moment, the sounds of metal scraping, footsteps, and chains rattling mingled together.

On the cliff, five lonely iron chains stretch across the deep valley.

Dozens of figures moved cautiously yet eagerly on it, heading towards the cliff opposite where the mist was just beginning to dissipate, and towards the silent, standing array of golden bronze figures.

The wind picked up a bit, making people's clothes flutter loudly.

However, what happened next was somewhat unexpected for Fang Qing.

When he turned around, he actually saw several figures following behind Zhan Peng.

They also chose the swaying cable car in the middle.

Ready to charge forward with him.

One of the figures, slender and graceful, stood out.

It turned out to be Zeng Qian.

Zeng Qian had long been thoroughly disgusted by Lu Jianfeng's self-proclaimed domineering and arrogant personality.

In reality, the disciples ranked fiftieth, sixty, seventy, or even eightyth.

The difference in their cultivation levels is not significant.

Most of them hover around the fifth or sixth level of body tempering.

The only difference is that they each practice different combat techniques.

This results in a slight difference between actual combat effectiveness and actual strength.

Ke Naru Jianfeng relied on his relatively high ranking.

He frequently bossed around and ordered people around.

That setup was even bigger than that of Mad Thirteen, who's ranked in the top thirty.

What Zeng Qian found even more unbearable was...

Lu Jianfeng has made numerous public pronouncements.

He said that Zeng Qian was the woman he had his eye on and that he would eventually take her into his household.

Such remarks.

Treat her as a commodity whose ownership can be claimed at will.

This made Zeng Qian, who also possessed the sixth level of Body Tempering cultivation and was proud and arrogant, feel extremely humiliated.

therefore.

When Lu Jianfeng arrogantly assigned tasks to the team in front of the cable car.

Zeng Qian snorted coldly and turned around without hesitation.

He walked straight toward the iron chain where Fang Qing was.

Lu Jianfeng saw that Zeng Qian had broken away from his group.

He followed closely behind the newcomer, Fang Qing.

His pupils suddenly contracted to needle size.

His face instantly turned so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

In his heart.

Zeng Qian was already his future Daoist partner.

Now this Daoist partner is openly following another man.

This was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face.

Lu Jianfeng stared intently at Fang Qing's rapidly advancing figure.

The hatred surging in his eyes almost turned into tangible flames.

He suddenly increased his speed.

It was as if he wanted to unleash all his anger on the bronze figure in front of him.

"Kid, let's see how arrogant you'll be if you can't get past the Bronze Men Formation..."

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