Fantasy: I can equip everything

A moment later, the roar subsided.

Chen Chuang pretended that he had recovered a lot and got up to sit down and meditate.

Not long after, Wu Kuangren ran back.

However, compared to before, he looked much more disheveled.

Three bleeding wounds appeared on his open chest.

His left eye was swollen and bruised.

Even his right shoulder was drooping as if it were dislocated.

Seeing his appearance, Li Zhiyuan's eyes widened in disbelief. "That guy used up so much blood with his Blood Escape technique, and you still managed to beat him like this?"

Upon hearing this, the madman shook his head frantically.

"No, no!"

"That guy is definitely not some Blood Demon Cult scum!"

As he spoke, he leaned against the wall, grimacing as he returned his right shoulder to its normal position, and continued, "Those guys from the Blood Demon Cult only know how to play those dirty little tricks."

"But that person fought with his bare hands."

Yun Xuefeng, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "Physical combat, how could it have beaten you up like this?"

Yun Xuefeng knew very well that this martial arts fanatic was following the orthodox path of body cultivation.

The inner strength realm does not choose to cultivate true qi, but instead disperses it and integrates it into all parts of the body.

In terms of physical strength alone, the Martial Maniac is even more powerful than demons of the same realm.

If he was beaten like this, then his opponent must not have been Wu Xijin from before.

The opponent's apparent strength was primarily due to his refined internal martial arts skills; his physical body was quite ordinary.

Li Zhiyuan also believes that Wu Xijin is not the opponent of the "madman".

But at a time like this, why would such a powerful figure be lurking within the city? What is his intention?

He quickly asked, "Instructor Wu! Did you get a good look at the other person's face?"

"No..." The madman's face flushed slightly.

"How is his physique?"

The madman's face turned red as he said unwillingly, "That person was completely covered in a black cloak, I couldn't see anything clearly."

For a moment, Li Zhiyuan and Yun Xuefeng stared at each other in silence.

He was beaten so badly that he couldn't even see his opponent's face clearly...

"Alright, Instructor Wu, you should go and heal your wounds first. We're all leaving here tomorrow, so as long as that guy doesn't cause any trouble, we don't need to actively search for him."

The madman opened his mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he lowered his head, muttered something like "not in good shape" and "I'll definitely do it next time" before leaving.

After calming the martial arts madman down, Li Zhiyuan turned to Chen Chuang and said, "For safety's sake, you should rest at the county government office tonight."

Chen Chuang nodded and, led by a county yamen runner, found a house to rest in.

The next day, Chen Chuang was awakened by a commotion.

Upon exiting, they saw that the open space inside the county government office was filled with large boxes.

Li Zhiyuan waved to him when he saw him.

"Didn't you get enough rest? Oh well, time is tight, so we have to get them to start preparing earlier."

Chen Chuang shook his head to indicate that he had rested well, and asked, "How is the situation outside the city?"

Li Zhiyuan sighed and said, "We originally planned to have those from the more remote villages set off early last night. But as soon as they heard about the locust plague, all the villagers packed their things and set off overnight. Come with me, let's go take a look."

A moment later, Chen Chuang followed Li Zhiyuan to the city wall.

Below, a surging crowd stretched out, forming a thin line that extended all the way to the western horizon.

Chen Chuang couldn't help but sigh softly.

He thought yesterday that it might take some effort to mobilize those villagers.

After all, who would willingly abandon their fields and houses and embark on a journey of exile?

Unexpectedly, these people set off overnight without the slightest hesitation.

Indeed, in this kind of world, those who cannot let go of material possessions have long since died in various accidents.

Thinking of this, Chen Chuang turned to Li Zhiyuan and asked, "Does the imperial court have no way to solve the locust plague?"

The Great Qian Dynasty, such a behemoth, has countless powerful martial artists.

There are even legendary martial saints who are considered the pinnacle of human martial arts.

Are those beings not taking action because they think these mortal lives are worthless?

Li Zhiyuan's answer, however, was completely beyond his expectations.

"Little Chuang, even a Martial Saint is still a human being. How do you deal with natural disasters?"

Hearing Li Zhiyuan's complicated tone, Chen Chuang understood.

The imperial dynasty has taken action before.

It is clear, however, that even a being like a Martial Saint could not eliminate the locust plague.

He frowned, puzzled. "If that's the case, then we can only wait for the locust plague to leave? Won't this thing turn into a catastrophe that sweeps across the entire dynasty?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "Locust plagues are terrifying, but after an outbreak, they usually only affect a few counties before disappearing."

"Disappeared?" Chen Chuang asked疑惑地, "Where did they go?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

"When the locust plague reaches a certain level and there isn't enough food available from outside, they will start cannibalizing each other."

"At this time, the locust plague is at its most severe, and many high-level beings will be born from the locusts that devour each other."

"In fact, there are even those comparable to Martial Saints!"

"The imperial court has tried countless times to find out where the locust plague went, but none of the people sent out to investigate have ever returned."

Chen Chuang nodded and said nothing more.

Did they all die in a bloody battle?

Or will it gather the power of all the insects in the locust plague and give birth to some kind of being?

It shouldn't be!

Otherwise, the Great Qian Dynasty would have discovered it.

Just then, Chen Chuang suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

"They're here!"

As he finished speaking, a dark cloud suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

Dark clouds lingered over the mountains, followed by a torrential downpour.

Chen Chuang could see clearly that the torrential rain was made up of locusts.

In just a few moments, the entire mountain range was shrouded in a black veil.

Li Zhiyuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "County officials, hurry down and help the people leave as quickly as possible!"

"All warriors, step forward immediately to cover the retreat of the civilians!"

At this point, he turned to Chen Chuang and said, "Little Chuang, you experienced that battle yesterday, you can..."

"Master Li!"

Chen Chuang interrupted directly, saying, "I'm a martial artist too!"

After saying this, he squatted down slightly and then suddenly leaped up.

They surged past the crowds below the city walls and into the open fields.

Behind him, one after another, martial artists followed against the flow of people.

Among them were thugs from the Small Knife Society and leaders of the Grand Canal Gang...

In the crowd, a figure covered in a black robe slowly looked up at Chen Chuang's back.

That person...

correct!

I saw it in the mountains before, in the direction it came from...

He took those two thousand-year-old medicinal herbs!

If I had a thousand-year-old elixir, perhaps my injuries could be healed quickly...

As he pondered, the figure in black robes turned around and, like the others, walked against the current into the wilderness.