C12 Chasing after Him
In the Dark Forest, Chen Fann was fighting and cultivating alone. Mooh Ye and Lau Qing had already chosen to leave.
The current area was too dangerous for the two of them, so the original team naturally had to split up.
This way, Chen Fann would be able to cultivate in peace, and he would be able to comprehend his own body in the midst of battle.
However, he did not know that in Qingyang City, an unprecedented search for him had already begun.
On the second floor of the Moo's Stone Workshop, Moo Wanrong was standing by the window, looking down at the people of the Lee Family who were searching for Chen Fann's portrait.
"Miss, the Lee Family has already searched through the entire Qingyang City. Do you think that brat can hide anywhere?"
Old Luo asked in a low voice when he saw the scene.
Moo Wanrong looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "With his personality, I'm afraid that he still doesn't know about this matter. Otherwise, he would probably attack us brazenly."
Old Luo did not think much of it. He had always disliked Chen Fann, and he did not understand why his Miss trusted him so much.
At this moment, Lee Jianyi's figure appeared in front of Old Luo and Moo Wanrong.
Lee Jianyi was in a very sorry state, but when he saw the portrait of Chen Fann in the hands of the people of the Lee Family, his eyes revealed a hint of resentment.
"Mr. Luo, what is that person saying?"
Old Luo understood lip-reading. After staring at Lee Jianyi's lips for a moment, Old Luo said solemnly, "This person knows where Chen Fann is. He is in the Dark Forest!"
After cupping his fists and bowing, Old Luo's eyes revealed a cold glint. "Do you want me to silence those people? Once Chen Fann dies in their hands, the Stone Gambling Conference after that..."
Moo Wanrong waved her hand and did not let Old Luo continue speaking. She opened her mouth and said, "If he can't even withstand this bit of hardship, then just take it that I've misjudged him!"
"But..."
Old Luo was a little doubtful, not understanding what Moo Wanrong meant. Wasn't it just a Stone Gambling Conference? Why did she make it so complicated? It seemed like she was choosing a husband for herself.
Moo Wanrong turned her head to look at Old Luo, and her expression was calm and dignified. "Sometimes, we need to look past the shallow phenomenon and see the essence. What I need from Chen Fann is not only his identity as a Spirit Explorer. Perhaps our family will be the springboard for our family to return to Xuanjing!"
Moo Wanrong did not care if Old Luo understood her words. She walked away from the window with graceful steps. At the same time, she was secretly looking forward to Chen Fann being able to amaze her!
At this moment, Lee Dingtian had also received the news that Chen Fann was hiding in the Black Forest!
In an instant, he made a decision. He sent twelve well-trained deathsworn assassins to bring Chen Fann's head back at all costs!
The winds and clouds in Qingyang City were surging, and it seemed like a storm was brewing. And all of this originated from a person who was originally called trash by everyone.
Chen Fann had unknowingly stirred up the winds and clouds!
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The night was dark and the wind was strong. It was a murderous night!
The night in the Black Forest was quiet. Basically, all the Demonic Beasts would go to their own cave to rest.
After a day of fighting, everyone was exhausted.
Chen Fann was the same. He leaned against a big tree and circulated his Qi to regulate his breathing. However, he did not dare to enter a deep level of cultivation.
Otherwise, he would be easily ambushed by the Demonic Beasts.
Even in such a situation, Chen Fann still divided a portion of his attention to pay attention to the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, a strange breeze blew, causing the bonfire in front of Chen Fann to sway, reflecting his delicate and handsome face.
His eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light flashed past. Chen Fann immediately stood up and left his original position.
At this moment, a shrill sound of air being torn apart could be heard. A long arrow with a sharp whistle pierced into the big tree Chen Fann was leaning on.
"Bam!"
The shrill sound of the arrow ended with a dull sound. The long arrow pierced into the tree, leaving the handle outside, trembling.
In an instant, Chen Fann understood who the person was. After all, in Qingyang City, his only enemy was the Lee Family.
"Lee Dingtian's reaction is quite fast. This is somewhat beyond my expectations."
He did not know that the reason why Lee Dingtian gave the order to kill Chen Fann so decisively was actually because the matter of his son and daughter going to the Celestial Martial Academy had already been settled. He was prepared to kill Chen Fann to silence him.
Otherwise, with the other party's suspicious personality, he would have been able to drag it out for a while.
"Be obedient and surrender, so that you won't suffer any physical pain. If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have provoked!"
The leader of the men in black spoke in a serious tone. After that, eleven people appeared in a row beside him.
The twelve of them were the subordinates of the Lee Family, and their cultivation was not high. Their average cultivation was around Level 3 or 4, but they were practicing the Arts of Combination. With the twelve of them working together, they could even kill someone at Level 5!
When Chen Fann heard this, the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile as he said, "If you want me to surrender, I will have to see if you have the ability to do so!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he unsheathed his sword with a clang. He held the sword in his right hand and welcomed the incoming attack. His left hand was a fist, and there was a golden light flowing on it.
This time, Chen Fann did not hold back at all. The Green Lotus Sword Spell and Vajra Mighty Fist had perfectly fused together. He was still holding the advantage when facing the twelve of them.
If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was practicing a joint attack technique, which emphasized the continuous and uninterrupted power, and twisting the twelve forces into a rope, he would have been defeated a long time ago.
Chen Fann was waiting, waiting for the best opportunity to make his move.
A fierce and powerful attack was just a disguise. Chen Fann wanted to force the twelve of them to panic or even make mistakes. In this way, he could seize the opportunity and use the smallest price to exchange for the highest reward!
"Go to hell!"
With a loud shout, Chen Fann circulated his four thousand kilograms of strength to the limit. Facing the joint attack of twelve people, he actually directly pushed them back.
At the same time, Chen Fann also noticed that the footsteps of the person in front of him had already become messy. This was the best time for him to harvest!
Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand steps to leave no trace!
This was the Green Lotus Sword Spell's incantation, but now in Chen Fann's hands, it had become a step to kill ten people, a sword to leave no trace!
With a flick of his wrist, he attacked with lightning speed. At this moment, Chen Fann's speed had reached the limit, and even an afterimage appeared on the spot.
The twelve people who were fighting against him only felt a flash of white light in front of their eyes, followed by a cold feeling from their necks.
Some people touched their necks with their hands and felt something sticky gushing out. When they looked down, it was blood!
Twelve arrows of blood shot out at the same time, three feet tall, like a fountain of blood.
Chen Fann's sword strike was indeed stunning, unleashing the power of the Green Lotus Sword Spell to the limit, killing twelve people in one strike!
It was just as the saying went, 'When the deed is done, one should go away without a trace.'
If someone else saw this scene, they would probably be shocked speechless, but for Chen Fann, it was actually not that bad. In fact, he was not very satisfied.
The main thing was that his movement technique was not brilliant. He had countless qinggong books in his mind, but he could not find a suitable cultivation technique to merge with.