Fan Xian wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Stop talking sarcastically. If Sean hadn't been running out of gas, how could I be his opponent?"

Having said that, Fan Xian himself can also feel that he is indeed much stronger than when he was assassinated on Niulan Street.

His true energy seemed to become stronger every time he was injured. At this time, he was about to break through to the eighth level. Even when he met Cheng Jushu, he had the strength to fight head-on.

As he spoke, Fan Xian pushed away Wang Qinian's support and walked to Sean.

Sean squinted at Fan Xian and suddenly felt a little tired and coughed again. At this time, he completely understood Fan Xian's plan. Although this young man lacked a lot of experience, he was better than his courage to take action.

They pretended to let him go, but in reality they pursued him all the way to consume his energy. They didn't decide to take action until they crossed the border and reached this strange rock ridge.

The fundamental purpose was of course to frame his death in the hands of the Northern Qi people.

The two sharp knives were placed on his neck, and the chill attached to them caused some goosebumps to appear on the back of Sean's neck.

"If it had been back then, you would have died long ago." Sean sat on a strange rock and let the guards tie his hands tightly.

"Time is not forgiving." Fan Xian never suffers from words, and Sean learned this at the entrance of the forensic institute.

"So, no one will come to save me?" Sean sneered, raised his eyes and said, "Lying me to go on a mission is not just to kill me, right?"

If you just want to kill, there is no need to tie it with a rope.

"Heiqi and Jingwei are not here. Do you want to ask me something by bypassing Chen Pingping and the imperial court's spies?" Sean relaxed now, rested his elbows on the stone wall, changed into a more comfortable position, and sneered.

, as soon as these words came out, there was a feeling of overshadowing the guest, "However, I have a few questions to ask you first."

If Sean really wants to control the rhythm, Fan Xian will become passive.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, showing a disapproving expression, and said frivolously: "That's just right, let's ask each other, it's fair."

Sean looked at Fan Xian faintly, recalling the conversation between Chen Pingping and him at the entrance of the inspection institute, as well as some details occasionally mentioned along the way, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

"Do you know Danzhou?"

"I grew up in Danzhou." Fan Xian frowned slightly. After answering the question, he asked in a deep voice: "What secrets do you have?"

"That's it." Sean felt relieved, smiled inexplicably, closed his eyes slightly and said, "I have no problem anymore, you can kill me."

"You!!" Fan Xian finally realized that Sean had no intention of answering his question.

He didn't know that Chen Pingping had laid the groundwork for twenty years to protect him, nor did he know that Xiao En mistakenly believed that he was the only bloodline of the Xiao family.

He didn't know the cause and effect, he just thought that Sean was deliberately entertaining him.

He couldn't help but look sulky, drew out his short blade and wanted to walk towards Sean.

"Someone is here, a ninth-grade master, whose strength is far superior to ours."

Fan Xian had just taken half a step when he was grabbed by Zhou Ji. He turned to look at Zhou Ji. Zhou Ji's expression was slightly cautious and his eyes were looking straight at the strange rocks in front of him.

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a little girl picking mushrooms... Sigh~ Something seemed wrong.

A woman as light and beautiful as a mountain elf fell from the sky, carrying a bamboo basket and sitting on the stone in front of everyone. She had a pair of short axes on her waist, gnawing on a pear as if no one was watching, as if she was watching the fun.

She has ninth-grade skills and a similar taste in clothing to that of a village girl. She may seem vulgar but has a sense of freedom and ease that comes from being born into the world.

Zhou Ji immediately recognized the other party's identity.

"The Saint of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Begonia Duoduo."

"Ah, do you know me?" The woman raised her head. Her appearance was not very special. She was not beautiful, but her eyes were extremely bright, and they seemed to capture all the colors of the meadow and the blue sky she saw in the morning.

It's like a reflection, clear, bright, and incomparably centered.

I saw her chewing on a pear nonchalantly; "I don't think I've seen you before."

Zhou Ji waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "You are a nobody, not worth mentioning."

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. I know you, Fan Xian, Nanqing Shixian." Haitang Duoduo didn't care about the identity of the other party. She glanced at Fan Xian and then fell on Sean: "You don't want to kill him.

?Hurry up and finish the work early."

Fan Xian noticed Haitang Duoduo's gaze, smiled gently, and said, "Are you here to kill him too?"

"I'll let you kill me while I watch." Haitang Duoduo threw the pear core behind her, wiped it on her clothes twice, and chuckled.

After all, this is the territory of Northern Qi. If we delay it any longer, something may happen.

Fan Xian turned around and gave Zhou Ji a look to tell him to take a good look at Sean. He then jumped forward, unsheathed his short blade and stabbed at Begonia Duoduo.

A strange smile flashed in Haitang's eyes. She put down the bamboo basket and faced Fan Xian head-on. The corners of the coarse cloth she was wearing trembled slightly in the morning breeze and said softly: "Don't you want Mr. Fan to kill him?"

"

"Miss Haitang is joking, I just don't like people watching."

Fan Xian took action without mercy.

He knew that the other party was far stronger than him, and it was no longer appropriate to ask about Sean's secrets. He had to leave here first, and then look for opportunities to question Sean.

With a smile on her face, Haitang held two light and strange short axes in her hands. She waved away Fan Xian's continuous offensive with a gentle breeze, and picked up one move after another, as if playing with toys, letting Fan Xianqi do whatever he wanted.

Recruits come out frequently.

The two fought for more than ten rounds. Fan Xian had a look of helplessness in his eyes. He put away his short blade and said with a wry smile: "As expected, he is Master Ku He's disciple. He is worthy of being a strong man at the ninth level. How can he dissolve my body so easily?"

offensive."

His expression was fake, but his words were somewhat real. Fan Xian knew very well that the gap between the two of them was too obvious. Even if he tried his best, he could not force the other party to take action.

I have to admit that I am indeed no match for the Haitang girl in front of me.

He took a step back, with determination on his face, took out an exquisite jade pendant from his arms, threw it to Begonia Duoduo, and said casually: "I have offended you so much, I give this to you as an apology."

The jade pendant flew to Haitang's feet and broke into pieces as soon as it hit the ground, emitting a strange smell.

Haitang Duoduo secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly covered her nose to give in. When she started to catch up again, she felt a special stream of heat gushing out of her blood.

"Not good! It's poisonous!"

Haitang Duoduo didn't dare to chase now, and hurriedly evacuated, planning to find a place to force out the poison.

Fan Xian, on the other hand, followed the others leisurely and said proudly: "Done."

Zhou Ji saw it clearly from the side, and took two steps to the side in disgust, and sneered: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that you still have this kind of medicine on your body."

Fan Xian chuckled, scratched his head and said, "It's for self-defense, just in case of emergencies."

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(Thanks for the reward of "please update soon"... This ID is a blood-killing author, which makes people feel guilty just looking at it...)
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