In the dense forest, Xiao Qingying threw herself into Chen Wuyou's arms.
"Brother Wuyou! Why did you come here!? A lot of people came just now. They seemed to be arresting us. Zhang Ke met them. I wonder what's going on now?"
"It's okay...I'm here..." Chen Wuyou hugged Xiao Qingying and gently patted her back to comfort her.
His expression was gentle, but his eyes were cold.
"Why are you here? Where is Zhang Rongfang who is with you?"
"Zhang Rongfang asked me to hide in a tree hole, and he ran back to fetch reinforcements. He also told me not to come out, saying that even if you asked me, I would not come out." Xiao Qingying said quickly.
"But how could Brother Wuyou harm me? I heard Big Daddy's communication just now. Daddy and the others must have already set off. If we go back now, we might still meet them!"
Chen Wuyou didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard Zhang Rongfang's instructions to Xiao Qingying, his heart moved and he suspected that the little Taoist priest might have doubts about him.
When he heard the next words, he suddenly felt anxious.
"Which direction was Zhang Rongfang walking in?" he suddenly asked.
"Over there." Xiao Qingying pointed in the direction, which was the direction where the sound from the fireworks tube just came out.
Chen Wuyou's heart tightened, and a flash of irritation flashed in his eyes.
He finally knew who placed the communication tube...
This damn little Taoist!
Chen Wuyou hugged Xiao Qingying, gestured in a direction in the dense forest, and then pointed in the direction Zhang Rongfang left.
As soon as a figure flashed in the dense forest, someone immediately chased after him.
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On the other side, watch the fireworks explode.
Zhang Rongfang withdrew his gaze and quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to find a place to hide.
The trees here are dense, the light is dark, and there are many places suitable for hiding.
He quickly jumped down from the big rock. The improvement of his life attributes made him much healthier and his endurance was better than before.
If he had been running all the way before, he would have been out of breath.
Just jumped down.
From behind, a masked man in black rushed out from the forest.
The man in black looked up and stared at Zhang Rongfang.
"Come on, people from Qinghe Palace will be here soon!" Zhang Rongfang shouted suddenly, looking nervous.
The masked man in black didn't know Zhang Rongfang, and was still guessing and wanted to take action, but when he heard these words, he was stunned.
"How many are here?" he asked subconsciously.
"I don't know, but I just heard a noise here and came over to investigate. Someone set up a communication tube! I was specially arranged to communicate here!" Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.
"Trouble!" The man in black clasped his fists, turned around and ran away.
After running a few steps, he vaguely felt something was wrong. Chen Wuyou never mentioned that he had arranged for other people. This kid...
wrong!
He was cheated!
The man in black turned and looked at Zhang Rongfang. Sure enough, the boy had already ran more than ten meters away and was almost covered by the shadows in the forest.
He suddenly felt ashamed and angry. He was deceived by a young boy at such an old age. If word of this spread, how would he be able to gain a foothold in the world in the future!?
But the sound from the communication tube just now was genuine. He took a few steps forward to catch up, then stopped immediately and counted the time.
The eyes on the mask were uncertain.
"Damn it, don't let me run into you next time! You brat!"
The man in black stopped chasing, turned around and ran away from Qinghe Palace.
After a while, he disappeared into the vast sea of trees.
Zhang Rongfang ran some distance away, turned around and saw that no one was chasing him, and stopped temporarily to catch his breath.
The all-out sprint just now consumed a lot of his energy.
After waiting there for a while, soon, the sound of running footsteps could be heard in the forest in the direction of Qinghe Palace.
Two figures ran out of the forest, one was Senior Sister Zhao Dacong, and the other was clearly Xiao Rong.
He actually came here himself.
When the two saw Zhang Rongfang, they stopped in their tracks.
"Rongfang, where is Xiaoying!?" Xiao Rong asked urgently.
"I was hiding in a tree hole. I was afraid that my senior sister would be found, so I came out first to lure the enemy away!" Zhang Rongfang opened his mouth and said.
When Xiao Rong heard this, his expression suddenly softened, but he was still quite solemn.
"take me!"
At that moment, Zhang Rongfang led the two of them and quickly ran towards the place where Xiao Qingying was hiding.
After a while, he returned to the tree hole, only to see that it was empty and there was no one.
"Where is the person!?" The expression on Xiao Rong's face turned cold instantly.
"I told senior sister not to come out..." Zhang Rongfang replied instinctively. But seeing something wrong with Xiao Rong's expression, he quickly shut up, his heart sinking.
If something happens to Xiao Qingying, he will definitely not have an easy time.
No matter how good-tempered Xiao Rong was, she would probably get angry at him.
"There are footprints on the ground, it looks like a woman, probably a junior sister!" Zhao Dancong said quickly from the side.
"Walk!"
Xiao Rong took the lead.
The two followed the footsteps and quickly followed up.
The two of them were moving extremely fast and disappeared in the dense forest in just a few blinks.
Zhang Rongfang wanted to follow him, but then he thought that it would be in vain for him to go up and he wouldn't be able to catch up, so he stopped and didn't move.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.
Within a few minutes, a loud roar came from the forest in the distance.
Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat, he hunched over and slowly approached the direction of the sound, then looked over there under the cover of bushes and grass.
Soon, in the darkness of the forest, Xiao Rong and Zhao Dacong were seen fighting fiercely with two men in black.
There was also a man in black lying on the ground.
Xiao Qingying looked horrified at the side, with tears on her pretty face. She was obviously frightened.
Seeing that she was fine, Zhang Rongfang breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he had time to watch the fight between Xiao Rong and Zhao Dancong.
After taking a closer look, he discovered that when these people fought, they hit the trees nearby, hitting a hole and a piece of bark.
Within a few seconds, a man in black was hit on the bridge of the nose, his eyes were dizzy, and then he was hit in the heart with a palm and fell to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, another man in black turned around and ran, disappearing into the forest in a few seconds.
At this moment, Zhang Rong just discovered that all the men in black on the ground were vomiting blood, their eyes were blurred, and they could not see anything alive.
Such a cruel hand, his heart skipped a beat and his breathing became slightly short.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, but he had never seen anyone beaten to death.
Holding back the discomfort in his heart, Zhang Rongfang forcibly turned his attention to the two masters.
Xiao Rong and Zhao Dacong have stopped and rested.
There were beads of sweat on Xiao Rong's forehead, and his whole body was steaming. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of money.
Zhao Dacong was fine, looking relaxed.
"Where is Chen Wuyou?" Xiao Rong asked in a deep voice.
"I was knocked unconscious, in the grass over there." Zhao Dancong pointed to the bushes on the other side.
"He and Xiaoying were attacked together. Fortunately, we arrived in time, otherwise, the situation might have been very bad."
"Check and see, where are these people from?" Xiao Rong was a little tired.
"yes."
Zhang Rongfang also walked out at this time, clasped his fists and saluted the two of them.
"Master, senior sister."
"You came out with Xiaoying this time. Do you have any clues about what happened?" Xiao Rong asked in a deep voice.
He had already discovered Zhang Rongfang hiding in the grass, and was not surprised.
"Back to Master, when a group of us walked to a woodland, Senior Brother Chen Wuyou left midway to catch squirrels, so only the three of us were left.
Also, Senior Brother Chen’s voice sounds familiar to the disciples. Moreover, this outing was also invited by Senior Brother Chen.”
Zhang Rongfang came closer and whispered.
"Do you suspect it's him?" Xiao Rong's eyes were calm.
Zhang Rongfang didn't reply, just nodded.
Needless to say?
This outing was designed by Chen Wuyou, and he was the first to run out. Plus, the voice he heard before sounded very much like Chen Wuyou.
These reasons combined are enough.
"I know about this." Xiao Rong nodded heavily, "Fortunately, nothing happened to Xiaoying." A trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Wait for now, wait until someone comes from the back door, and check the area thoroughly. I want to see who is so bold as to commit murder near our Qinghe Palace!?"
Next, there was nothing more to do about Zhang Rongfang, and soon another communication tube shot into the sky.
Later, a dozen martial arts disciples from Qinghe Palace arrived, and under the leadership of a middle-aged Taoist priest, they began to search in all directions.
Zhang Rongfang, along with Xiao Qingying and Chen Wuyou, returned to Qinghe Palace.
Back in the palace, Zhang Rongfang was so exhausted that he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.
It wasn't until the morning bell rang the next day that he woke up from his deep sleep.
He was just an ordinary person in his previous life. After this experience, no matter how well prepared he was, once he really encountered those men in black, he would probably not be able to survive a round and would be knocked down with just one punch.
Looking at the previous fights between Xiao Rong and Zhao Dancong against those men in black, their palms and fists struck a piece of tree bark.
If it were to hit him, it would probably be like a file and a hammer, cutting off pieces of flesh and blood.
'However, Master Xiao Rong is said to be a third-level master, but when it comes to fighting, why is it so difficult to fight those few men in black who randomly ran out? And one of them escaped?'
Zhang Rongfang was puzzled.
Boom, boom, boom.
At this moment, the door was lightly knocked.
"Senior Brother Zhang, are you awake?" Sun Yuanfeng's voice came from outside the door.
Sun Yuanfeng is Xiao Rong's close disciple. Although he is a handyman disciple, since he is here, it means that Xiao Rong has something to do with him.
"Here we come!" Zhang Rongfang stood up quickly, knowing that the attack was likely to have consequences.
After putting on his robe, he hurriedly fetched water from the water tank, washed his hands and wiped his face, then opened the door and followed Sun Yuanfeng towards the small attic where Xiao Rong lived.
Halfway through, Zhang Rongfang couldn't hold it back and asked anyway.
"Junior Brother Sun, I have a question and would like to ask for advice."
Sun Yuanfeng smiled. "Senior Brother Zhang, tell me. I will definitely tell you everything I can tell you."
"Okay." Zhang Rongfang didn't hide it and directly asked about his doubts about the strength gap between grades.
"What are the strengths and weaknesses of martial arts cultivators?" Sun Yuanfeng smiled, "I really know this."
He often served Xiao Rong and knew much more about martial arts than Zhang Rongfang did at this time.
"The level only represents your strongest strength and your former glory, but people will weaken, get old, and get sick. So it is normal for the performance to be different."
"Moreover, most of those with good grades have rich experience in actual combat, but it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and the boxing is afraid of young people. Many high-grade martial arts masters will lose strength as they get older.
I once heard a master mention that there was a great master who was rated as an eighth-grade expert by the imperial court. Because of his withdrawn temperament and unsociable personality, when he got old, he had no heirs or disciples to rely on in his later years. Later, his strength declined greatly. At the age of seventy,
Beaten to death by a level one or five challenge."