Girl, let me check it out.

Only the north of the city was usually deserted. Looking around, there was nothing but endless green farmland.

In the hot summer, the cicadas are chirping and the rural scenery is charming.

On the official road fifteen miles north of the city, the sound of hurried horse hooves was like a storm, shattering the tranquility of the place.

"It's right in front, arriving soon."

The spot of light in Fang Weihan's eyes was slowly getting bigger. Compared to when they just came out of Changming, it was now very close.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. Even if someone gets there first, we can just take it back. I'll be there to protect the place."

Master Zhao picked up the wine gourd, gulped down a mouthful of the liquor, wiped his mouth and smiled.

"Second Master, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but can you do it?"

Fang Weihan looked at Mr. Zhao Er with some suspicion.

"Why do I feel like you've never used your true strength in front of me since I can remember? Are you the kind of person who can only bluff people?"

"fart!"

Mr. Zhao stuck out his neck like an angry rooster.

"That's an opponent not worthy of my full strength!"

"Your Highness, I am not bragging. If Old Zhao exerts his full strength, there are really few people in Changming City who can match me."

"Damn it, I'll bring Xiao Fuwei over for you tomorrow so you two can have a fight!"

"Forget it. Xiao Fuwei doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. He will definitely not give in to an old man like me."

Fang Weihan: "..."

As they were talking, they were already very close to the site where the meteorite had fallen.

The meteorite fell not on the official road, but in a field next to it.

"Tie the horses here, and let's go over quickly."

Fang Weihan said.

"Your Highness, I'm glad you brought me here."

Master Zhao dismounted from his horse and took out a shining steel spear from the horse's back.

"How do you say this?"

Fang Weihan tied up the horse and raised the Luminous Sword. The sharp blade made a sharp sound in the scabbard.

"There is the aura of a fifth-turn cultivator next to that meteorite."

Mr. Zhao took another sip of wine.

"The aura is mysterious and erratic, with a bit of violence. It's not Yu Qi, it should be a Jing Tian, ​​or the kind that has been possessed by a demon. You probably can't deal with it."

Fang Weihan: "..."

What's going on? A fifth-level Jingtian? Could it be someone from Linyuan Pavilion?

"let's go!"

Fang Weihan no longer dared to hesitate and immediately rushed to the place where the meteorite fell with Master Zhao.

The meteorite fell to the ground, creating a huge pit with a radius of several dozen feet. All the objects inside seemed to have experienced a period of melting and solidification.

When Fang Weihan and Master Zhao reached the edge of the pit, they could still see billowing star flames burning on the edge.

This kind of flame is extremely domineering. The moment it comes into contact with the plants on the surface, it can completely burn them without even a trace of black smoke.

The meteorite was right in the center of the pit. It was about ten feet tall, ochre-red in color, spindle-shaped, and had a very smooth surface.

It was completely different from Fang Weihan's impression of a honeycomb-shaped meteorite.

But they were not the first to arrive here.

The arrival of Fang Weihan and Mr. Zhao Er instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Chapter 227 Fang Weihan's Hulao Pass

In addition to Fang Weihan and Mr. Zhao, there were four other people at the scene.

The two men were dressed in short cloth clothes, with sturdy build and agile bodies, and they were obviously martial artists.

The other two were dressed in black robes without any decorations. Their faces were as white as paper, like ghosts in the night.

Fang Weihan took a quick glance.

The blood and energy thickness of the two Mingwu and him are about the same, so they should be at the fourth level of Mingwu, and definitely have not reached the fifth level of Iron Armor.

He couldn't sense the aura of the two men in black robes.

In this situation, the two people can only be the Jingtian monks who are known for their mystery.

Although it was fleeting, Fang Weihan still keenly caught the murderous aura emanating from them.

"The older one is at the fifth level of Jingtian cultivation, and the younger one is at the peak of the fourth level. They are most likely here to seek a breakthrough opportunity for the fourth level Jingtian."

"After all, apart from Linyuan Pavilion, few Jingtian disciples can come into contact with meteorites. It is entirely possible that they would fight to snatch a meteorite."

Yun Shu said calmly in Fang Weihan's mind.

"The situation is not good. You have to be more careful."

Fang Weihan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, ready to strike at any time.

"A fourth-level Mingwu... and an old man whose cultivation level is unknown."

The middle-aged man in black robe, whose cultivation aura was obviously much higher than the others, laughed softly.

"Are you here to look for this meteorite as well?"

The other man in black robe, who was obviously younger, spoke in a very polite tone.

"I'm sorry, we saw this meteorite first. Please go back."

He bowed politely to Fang Weihan and the other man, as if he didn't want to have a conflict with them.

"Second Master, I'll give you the fifth-turn Jingtian. Can you defeat him?"

Fang Weihan ignored him and asked Mr. Zhao Er instead.

"It's not a big problem."

Master Zhao took another sip of the liquor and grinned.

"Your Highness, you must be careful when you are alone against three people. Don't lose your life!"

The young man in black robe couldn't help but frowned when he heard their conversation.

"Why are you two doing this? If you want this meteorite, we can just negotiate it out. Why would we resort to violence?"

Fang Weihan glanced at the two fourth-turn Mingwu who had quietly approached behind him, and then glanced at the fifth-turn Jingtian who was already beginning to gather momentum in front of him.

"Qiang!"

The Luminous Sword slowly came out of its sheath. Liquid blood flowed on the sharp edge of the sword, like a winding scarlet blood.

"No need to act, just do it."

Fang Weihan lowered the blade of his sword and his body tensed.

"Even if we give up the fight, will you let us leave safely?"

"Ha... His Royal Highness Prince Guangling is quite aware."

There was a ferocious smile on the corner of Wu Zhuan Jingtian's mouth.

"In that case, I will send you on your way."

Hearing his words, Fang Weihan's pupils shrank.

Damn, they actually know me!

Knowing myself, I would actually do something to myself?

What are the identities of these people?

Before he could think more, Jingtian, who had reached the fifth level, had already floated towards Master Zhao like a ghost.

He knew that the old man would definitely not let him hurt Fang Weihan, so he simply gave up on attacking Fang Weihan and instead attacked Mr. Zhao Er with his killing move.

At the same time, the two Mingwu drew their weapons at the same time and rushed towards Fang Weihan.

One of them used a long-handled broadsword, and the other used a short-handled broadsword.

Judging from the posture, they are all using the full strength of the fourth level of Mingwu. They must have accumulated strength in advance and prepared in advance in order to win quickly.

This place is seventeen miles away from Changming City. Although it is beyond the sensing range of a sixth-turn strongman, it only takes the elite cavalry of the Xuanzhong Guards half an hour to get here.

Such a short time does not allow them to fight with Fang Weihan. Otherwise, when Xuan Zhongwei, who has spies all over the world, receives the news and rushes here, they will have no chance of escaping.

The fourth-level Jingtian has not made any move yet, and he is probably preparing a killer move.

Fang Weihan must escape quickly.

The star power in his eyes surged quietly, and the sword skills of the two had been seen through and completed.

He raised his sword and stomped forward with all his might.

Faced with two monks with higher cultivation than himself, Fang Weihan did not choose to parry or dodge, but instead, very abnormally, rushed forward.

The long knife was on the left, the short knife was on the right, and Fang Weihan was right in the middle of the two knife forces, like a fish swimming upstream.

The two were caught off guard by Fang Wei Han's unexpected action, and their originally smooth sword movements became somewhat sluggish.

But these two men were obviously experienced in fighting, and they adjusted their moves almost instantly.

The long knife was like a guillotine, chopping vertically from top to bottom, as if to cut Fang Weihan into two parts.

The man holding the dagger spun around, and the dagger swept upward from the bottom, with the tip of the blade heading for Fang Weihan's waist under his ribs.

Both of them were targeting vital points, and their hasty attacks were killing moves.

But this was the opportunity Fang Weihan was waiting for.

The sword moves of the two men merged into one, like a harmonious sonata. But after the chaos caused by his forward attack, although they quickly adjusted, they no longer had the perfect coordination they had just now, and the ensemble became two solos.

As for solo performance, Fang Weihan thought he was not inferior to anyone at the fourth level.

More than a decade of hard practice had laid a solid foundation for him, and several life-and-death battles had endowed him with the ability to respond calmly.

The blood surged from the sword tip, like a blood river flowing and wild maple leaves dancing in autumn.

His target was the man wielding the dagger.

The short sword was faster and out of sync with the long sword, so Fang Weihan had a very small time window before the long sword fell.

As long as he can defeat the man with the dagger within this time window, he can easily resolve this crisis.

The man holding the dagger was startled and quickly used the dagger to meet the blood-red sword edge.

"Oh!"

When the two weapons collided, the sound produced was not the sharp metallic sound of sharp objects colliding, but a dull sound similar to that of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The man only felt a dull force transmitted along the blade of his knife to his arm, and then was resolved by him.

It is true that it is the power of Mingwu's fourth level, but it is within the range that he can handle.

Having long heard of the notoriety of Guangling King Fang Weihan in assassinating Wang Zhongguang, he used all his strength to block the sword.

The result was exactly as he expected. Despite his best efforts, even Fang Weihan found it difficult to break through his defense.

Just when he relaxed a little, something unexpected happened.

The dagger vibrated and made a wailing sound, which was the sound of the metal making up the blade being dislocated under the heavy weight.

The enormous force came again, and the overwhelming force shattered his defense.

The sword is as light as a returning wild goose, and its power is as powerful as a god that can destroy a mountain.

This is Hui Yan Duan Shan, the sword skills that the red-dressed girl taught Fang Weihan are extremely gorgeous and are in no way inferior to the Ming Emperor Sword Manual.

The blade of the short knife shattered, and metal fragments scattered everywhere. The man's arm was dislocated, blood rushed to his chest, and he lost the ability to defend himself for a short period of time.

Then, in his horrified eyes, the Luminous Sword swung in an icy arc and suddenly pierced into his chest.