Lord of the Desert

Chapter 286 Chaoyin
Hong Fan swept his eyebrows across the people in front of him, but did not see Zeng Daoqi.

"Tiqi takes people, and anyone who doesn't want to cause trouble gets out of the way."

He maintained his last act of self-control and whispered advice.

No one moved.

No one in Shunde Hall has ever seen Tiqi, but this bright red silk patterned silk uniform is so eye-catching that it doesn't belong to the common people at first glance.

But so what?

The face of the visitor was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was as beautiful as a woman, and she was just one person.

More than a dozen people have gathered in the hall.

"I don't care who you are or what your status is, when you come to our place, please show respect!"

A tall man with deep penetration realm said.

He had outstanding eyesight and could see that Hong Fan's hands clasped behind his back were trembling.

The man thought this was cowardice, so he became stronger and took a few steps forward.

However, Hong Fan no longer had the patience to negotiate.

"Hey."

He sneered from the corner of his mouth and punched with his backhand.

This punch shook away the man's blocking arms, and then he wrapped his palms around the back of his neck and moved down.

The face of Penetration Realm was hitting the knee of Huran Realm.

There was a crisp click.

The man fell down in response.

The first blood was stained on the surface of silk clothes and trousers.

The people in Shun Dexing were instantly restrained and took a few steps back.

It's not that they can't handle things - there aren't many Twilight Realms in places like Sanxi Town, and Guan Tong is already a top-notch player.

At this time, the real master came out from the back hall.

He was wearing a brocade robe and a jade-encrusted hat on his bald head, looking like a businessman.

Seeing his general lying limp on the ground with no one daring to help him, a look of anger brewed on his face.

Looking up again, Zeng Daoqi's eyelids jumped when he saw Ti Qi's iconic outfit.

The people below don't know how powerful Zhangwuyuan is, which ranks first among the eight divisions. How could he not know?
All the domineering and fighting spirit completely disappeared.

"But is there a misunderstanding?"

Zeng Daoqi asked softly.

"There is no misunderstanding, Zeng Daoqi."

Hong Fan laughed sharply and stared at this person's features.

"Kneel down and surrender, and you will be spared your life."

Ten words, all of them seem to be made of iron.

Zeng Daoqi choked for a moment.

"My lord, that's not how things are done, right?"

He wanted to mediate.

But the other party started with the word "kneel down" and ended the conversation directly.

"Very well, don't kneel down."

Hong Fan smiled with satisfaction, his hands shaking even more.

"Then you chose to resist the law."

He didn't even want to use Sand World.

Hong Fan moved a few steps sideways, went under the pillar on the side of the courtyard, and kicked off.

With a bang, the stone base under the pillar slid out.

The beam collapsed immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of 30 or [-] people, the wooden pillars were torn down and lifted up.

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Zeng Daoqi's Adam's apple rolled and his voice became tight.

"I don't know……"

Hong Fan took a long breath and lowered his voice.

"Where is the energy you used to move my brother?"

A loud shout came first.

Then came the wooden pillars swinging vigorously.

The boys and girls of Shunde Branch immediately dispersed.

Zeng Daoqi was forced to face the enemy.

Flower stands flew up, stone bricks were crushed, and walls exploded...

He used all his footwork to dodge three strikes in a row, but was soon caught up by the fourth strike.

Water condensed from the void into ice, turning into arm armor.

The atmosphere thundered.

Even the armor, arms, and wooden pillars were all broken; the force was so great that it cracked itself.

The screams resounded throughout Shunde.

Hong Fan threw away the pillar, slapped Zeng Daoqi's Dantian area, then grabbed the back of his head with one hand and lifted him up.

"Where are the three Ao family members?"

the former asked.

"do not know."

The latter replied.

Hong Fan nodded with satisfaction.

He carried Zeng Daoqi to the stone steps on the side of the hall, leaving a red river behind him.

Press hard.

With a thud, his face was stamped on the stone like a seal.

When he mentioned it, Zeng Daoqi's nose was already crooked.

"Where are the three Ao family members?"

"I don't know..." asked the second time.

Second answer.

Cover the second time.

There was a sound of broken bones.

Hong Fan lifted the person in his hand, and a few broken teeth and small pieces of stone powder fell down.

"Where are the three Ao family members?"

Three questions.

"I really don't know!"

The third answer was in a vague voice.

Cover for the third time.

This time, Zeng Daoqi's facial bones were sunken, his face rolled up, and his facial features were indistinguishable.

"please……"

No more questions and answers.

Just the fourth cover.

Zeng Daoqi stopped moving.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the roots of the Dragon Soul Tree swayed, absorbing considerable vitality.

Hong Fan let go of his hand and straightened up.

Looking around, Shunde Hall was in a mess and empty.

His hands stopped shaking.

At the gate in the distance, an unknown passerby peeked in cautiously.

Hong Fan didn't care and sat down beside the corpse to adjust his breath.

Two quarters of an hour later, the sand wings spread out and flew to the southwest.

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Hongyi City is at the southernmost tip of Liangzhou.

This journey is one thousand three hundred miles.

Hong Fan took two breaks along the way and arrived at almost Chou Shizheng (two o'clock in the morning).

Eager for revenge.

But the more emotional he becomes, the more rational he becomes in his actions.

The SandWing landed at the foot of Mount Jieqiu.

Hong Fan randomly picked a cave and went in. Not long after, a skinny brown bear ran out, grunting.

He used breath counting to cut off distracting thoughts and meditated until sunrise.

All consumption has been restored, and Chongmai has been opened to [-]%.

The weather outside the cave was sunny and the brown bear had long since disappeared.

Hong Fan touched his cheek, which felt hot.

So he walked up the mountain.

Jieqiu Mountain has many facets, and the ridges rise like Qiu, hence its name.

The side of the mountain road is covered with thick snow.

After drying all winter, the snow became extremely dry - crumbled like powder on the surface, but half-frozen ice underneath.

Every time Hong Fan stepped on his feet, there was a crunching sound from the soles of his boots.

Depressing, sharp.

There is no one in the mountains.

As he walked step by step, the crunching sounds piled up one after another, sounding like ice cracking deep in the snowy mountains.

When the mountain road came to an end and he saw the Taoist temple on the top, Hong Fan's murderous intention was already boiling over and he could not suppress it.

Outside the temple, there were two young Taoist priests guarding the door, probably outer disciples.

Hong Fan didn't speak to them after he came up. He raised his hand and pulled out a sand whip from under the snow.

The long whip flew and chopped off the plaque with the three words "Xingyun Temple" written on it.

"You, what are you doing?!"

The little Taoist priest's eyes widened when he saw this, and when he came up to question him, he was hit by a wave of Taoist energy.

"Where is Qiu Jing'an?"

A roar rose from the ground to the sky, rolled past the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, and then wandered until it reached the dangerous peak beyond the clouds.

When the echo returns, it becomes even more majestic and empty, like the heaven and earth opening.

No one responded.

The two little Taoist priests fell to the ground and shivered, with yellow stains on their crotches.

Hong Fan strode forward.

The second door was kicked open.

Hong Fan crossed the threshold and saw several Taoist priests closing the third door and shouting hastily.

"Hurry and report to Master, someone is coming!"

With a click, the door was bolted; a few breaths later, it was shattered by the flow of flames.

Hong Fan walked through and crushed the threshold.

In front of the main hall that he had seen in the retrospective, Qiu Jing'an stood tall, with fourteen disciples waiting in front of him.

"Who is coming?"

The master of Xingyun Temple shouted and asked.

"A certain family, Hong Fan, is in charge of the Tiqi of the Prefecture Division of the Martial Academy..."

Hong Fan replied, with a stern look on his face.

"Come here to claim your life for Zhan Yuanzi!"

This time, there was no more negotiation.

Amidst the roar, Hong Fan started to speed up and press forward.

One step down and the earth trembled.

At this moment, the sound of tide can be heard in the mountains.

However, it was only after a winter's snow accumulation in Jieqiu Mountain that I finally realized it, before it collapsed with the roar when I paid my respects to the mountain.

(End of this chapter)