Chapter 165 Ninth Rank: He Daoren

Fan Xian was not afraid at all, his eyes were full of confidence.

He got ready for a new battle.

Fan Xian engaged in a fierce melee with these people.

He moved freely among the crowd, punching and kicking, and every movement was clean and neat.

He cleverly used the surrounding environment, dodged the enemy's attacks, and looked for opportunities to counterattack.

In the battle, Fan Xian showed extraordinary strength and courage.

His punches were fierce and powerful, and his kicks were extremely sharp, making it difficult for his opponents to resist.

After a fierce fight, Fan Xian gradually gained the upper hand.

He defeated his opponents one by one, causing them to fall to the ground.

When the last opponent was knocked to the ground by Fan Xian, Fan Xian stood on the top of the carriage, looking majestic.

His eyes were full of pride and confidence, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Fan Xian looked at the crowd around him and said loudly, "Who else is dissatisfied? Today, I, Fan Xian, will show you that the dignity of the Qing Kingdom cannot be violated! This military flag must enter the imperial city in a swaggering manner!"

His words were full of arrogance and dominance, shocking everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhong frowned tightly, and the wrinkles on his brows looked like deep ravines, revealing his inner worries and dissatisfaction.

He said in a deep voice: "Master Fan, if you do this, it will easily arouse public anger!

It is really too risky for you to act like this. If you are not careful, you will end up in an irretrievable situation.

Have you ever thought about the consequences?"

However, Fan Xian ignored Shen Zhong's words and still maintained his domineering look.

His eyes were firm and his face was stern, as if everything was under his control.

The convoy continued to move forward, the wheels rolling and raising clouds of dust.

When they reached a city gate, a middle-aged man holding a long sword suddenly appeared in front of the convoy.

This man has a tall and straight figure, like a strong pine tree, exuding a powerful aura.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, making people shudder.

Seeing this man, Wang Qinian quickly said to Fan Xian, "Sir, be careful!

This man is a ninth-rank master. The Cheng Jushu who tried to assassinate you before is his disciple!

This person's strength is unfathomable, you must be careful when dealing with him."

Wang Qinian's tone was full of worry and nervousness. He knew very well how powerful a ninth-rank master was, and he also understood the danger Fan Xian was facing at this moment.

As soon as Wang Qinian finished speaking, He Daoren jumped onto the top of the carriage.

His movements were light and agile, like a nimble flying swallow.

After Fan Xian knew that the person in front of him was a ninth-rank master, he naturally became more cautious in treating He Daoren.

His eyes were fixed on He Daoren, and all the muscles in his body were tense, ready to deal with He Daoren's attack at any time.

As soon as the two of them started fighting, Fan Xian attacked with all his strength.

His true energy surged like a raging tide, with great momentum.

Fan Xian knew very well that he was facing a ninth-rank master and could not hold back at all.

He was at the eighth level, and the only one who could fight with a ninth level person for a few moves without being defeated was Fan Xian.

Relying on his wit and courage, he fought a fierce battle with He Daoren.

After three or two moves, Fan Xian seized the opportunity and burst out his true energy to directly knock He Daoren away.

At that moment, Fan Xian's true energy was like an exploding bomb, and the powerful force threw He Daoren far away.

The moment He Daoren was knocked off the carriage, Shen Zhong's expression suddenly changed.

His eyes were filled with shock and worry. He had not thought that Fan Xian could actually defeat a ninth-rank master. After being defeated, He Daoren turned around and left without saying a word. Fan Xian forced himself to say to Shen Zhong, "Master Shen, is there anyone else behind?!"

Fan Xian's tone was full of provocation and confidence, and he seemed to be demonstrating to Shen Zhong.

Shen Zhong took a deep breath and said, "I think there is nothing more to come."

Shen Zhong's tone was full of helplessness and exhaustion; he knew that he could no longer stop Fan Xian.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian quickly turned around and returned to the carriage.

As soon as Fan Xian entered the carriage, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Su Wenyi couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that you have been slacking off during this period of time."

"It's true that Taoist He is a ninth-rank swordsman, but when he fought you, he obviously stayed behind, but you were still no match for him."

"But it's okay, it's just the blood rushing up and I'm not injured."

When Fan Xian heard Su Wenyi's words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Afterwards, Fan Xian began to practice Qigong to calm his blood.

After Su Wenyi glanced at Fan Xian, he reached out his hand and patted Fan Xian lightly.

The next second, a special Qi was transmitted into Fan Xian's body.

After the Qi traveled around Fan Xian's body, Fan Xian returned to normal.

After Fan Xian opened his eyes, he looked at Su Wenyi in disbelief.

"Old Su, I didn't expect you had such a hidden trick!"

"What kind of method did you just use? It can actually heal others."

Su Wenyi smiled and said, "I have to keep a trick up my sleeve, but that's the only way. If there's any internal injury, I can't cure it."

"At best, I can help you calm down."

"You may have to meet the young emperor of Northern Qi and all the civil and military officials later. If you spit out blood in front of them later."

"By then, I will lose all my face."

After Su Wenyi finished speaking, Fan Xian shrugged helplessly.

A moment later, inside the Northern Qi Imperial Palace.

After arriving at the Northern Qi Imperial Palace, Su Wenyi, Fan Xian and Wang Qinian entered the palace under the leadership of Shen Zhong.

When he arrived in front of the palace, Shen Zhong couldn't help but show off.

"How about it? Our Northern Qi Imperial Palace is much bigger than your Qing Kingdom's, isn't it?"

Fan Xian walked out of breath and said, "This Northern Qi Palace is huge!"

"It's not like the Qing Palace, where there's a ditch for cattle and horses right outside the door."

Shen Zhong continued to boast, "You Qing Kingdom is a latecomer. Even the palace was built after our Northern Qi."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian decisively responded, "I haven't made any progress yet, but I still defeated your Northern Qi army, haven't I?"

Shen Zhong was speechless. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Master Fan is good at martial arts, and his eloquence is also quite good."

"Master Fan, please follow me. Mr. Su, you have a special status, so..."

After listening to this, Su Wenyi raised his eyebrows and said, "I understand. Just find someone to arrange some food and drinks for me."

Just as Su Wenyi finished speaking, Haitang Duoduo walked out from the side.

"Mr. Su, my master wants to see you!"

Hearing Haitang Duoduo's voice, Su Wenyi, Shen Zhong and Fan Xian looked over at the same time.

Shen Zhong asked with some confusion: "You mean, Master Ku He wants to invite you?"

Haitang Duoduo nodded and said, "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)