"Go away!"

A powerful aura burst out from Fan Xian.

It seemed that in the next moment, he would tear the old man in front of him to pieces.

"Hehehe, is this the strength of the second son of the Fan family? It's really amazing..."

The old man holding the knife retreated three feet.

Although he looked old, his movements were not slow at all, especially the knife in his hand, which was as nimble as a butterfly.

"If I hadn't had any fortuitous encounters, I might have really been defeated by a young man like you."

Although the old man retreated, he was not panicked.

Chen Pingping, who had been rescued by Fan Xian, said with a distressed look on his face: "You shouldn't have done this."

Originally, Fan Xian could have stayed out of it.

Whether Emperor Qing wins in the end or the Fan family wins the world, Fan Xian will remain invincible.

Fan Xian's action now is equivalent to standing against Emperor Qing.

It can be imagined that Emperor Qing will definitely not forgive him.

Even if he didn't die, Fan Xian's future would be ruined.

"Why? Why on earth is this?"

Fan Xian did not answer Chen Pingping's question, but asked him the same question over and over again.

Why do this? Why pay such a high price?

"You are too impulsive! Let me go now and go. This old man is from the same era as Grandmaster Ye Liuyun. His name is Xia Dong, the Skinning Knife."

A very common name.

Just by combining that nickname, one can clearly feel that this old man is not someone to be trifled with.

He is one of those immortal old men who have been living in seclusion as mentioned by Fan Bin.

Although he is old, his strength is real.

Not only that.

This summer and winter, there is one thing that is different from the others.

That is, he seemed to have had another adventure. Although that adventure did not allow him to break through directly and become a grandmaster, it did bring him half a step closer.

"No matter who it is, anyone who stops me will die!"

Unable to find an answer for the moment, Fan Xian stopped worrying about it.

He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.

If anyone dares to stop him at this time, Fan Xian definitely doesn't mind taking action.

"What a great prestige, what a grand posture. Even if you are a prince who was abandoned among the people, kidnapping a felon is a serious crime."

Holding the knife in his hand, letting it dance on his fingertips, Xia Dong, who looked very old, had a bright light in his eyes.

Now he has reached a certain critical value and is only one step away from breaking through to the legendary Grandmaster level.

I need someone to discuss with.

Fan Xian is undoubtedly the best training object for him.

Originally, Xia Dong wanted to take action against the commoner prince, but he also needed to find a reason to avoid retaliation afterwards.

Now, Fan Xian has come to the door himself.

This means that there is no place to be found even after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.

Xia Dong was very excited.

His fingers became more nimble, and the knife moved faster.

"Domineering Qi!!"

Looking at Xia Dong like this, Fan Xian knew in his heart that the other party would never give in.

In that case, Fan Xian won't be polite.

He circulated the true energy in his body and released it all into his fists.

This punch is powerful enough to split a mountain.

Although Chen Pingping was put aside by Fan Xian and did not face the punch directly, with his knowledge, he could still clearly feel the power of the punch.

"It's worthy of being the technique she left behind, as expected..."

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, Xia Dong's face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, became excited.

"So strong and tasty!"

If such a punch hit him, even if Xia Dong could avoid the vital points, he would still be injured.

There may even be serious injuries.

Xia Dong had been in the world for so many years, and except for facing the Grandmaster, he had never felt such a strong sense of oppression from any opponent. Facing this punch that could split mountains and rocks, Xia Dong did not fight head-on.

He ducked down to avoid the fist attack, and then kicked Fan Xian's heel with a sweeping kick.

Seeing the other party change his tactics, Fan Xian also started to move.

He leaped up, punching with the same force, his whole body turned upside down, and delivered the punch from top to bottom.

"Domineering and infuriating!"

He changed his tactics temporarily, and the inner energy condensed in his fist still made Xia Dong's nose hurt.

Xia Dong rolled over and barely avoided Fan Xian's punch.

"boom!!"

After Xia Dong rolled away, Fan Xian punched the ground.

The marble floor shattered with a sound.

That’s not all. A one-meter-deep fist hole appeared on the ground.

The pit is not large, but the shadow of the fist can still be clearly seen.

When Xia Dong saw this punch, he felt a little scared.

If he hadn't dodged, the punch would have hit him directly, and the consequences would have been ten times more serious than he imagined.

“It really is the case that the waves behind push the waves ahead!”

Xia Dong shook his head, but he was not afraid. Instead, he became more excited.

"Master Xiao Fan, please accept my move..."

The knife in his hand danced up and down like a nimble butterfly. As Xia Dong moved, the butterfly flew out of the knife.

"Skin it off!"

This seemingly beautiful butterfly is actually a series of tiny strands of true energy.

The true energy is not strong, but it is extremely strange.

Ordinary means are completely useless against the flying butterfly qi.

On the contrary, once these butterflies get close to their opponent's body, they will cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the opponent.

Even if the range of the cut is very small, the accumulation of small amounts will be enough to peel off the opponent's skin.

"This is the skinning knife technique, Xia Dong's famous skill."

Chen Pingping reminded from the side.

"Ride the wind and break the waves, the waves are flying."

Fan Xian didn't take Xia Dong's attack seriously at all.

He was just in a rage, so he used the domineering Qi that he had practiced for more than ten years.

But if you think about it carefully, for Fan Xian at this time, the domineering true qi is no longer his strongest means.

He specializes in practicing the art of riding the wind and waves, and has achieved considerable results.

His most powerful weapon now should be the Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves Technique.

As Fan Xian circulated his true energy, a wave seemed to appear in front of him, splashing countless water.

Those nimble butterflies were either submerged in the waves or knocked down by the waves.

In short, all of them were blocked without exception.

When Xia Dong saw this scene, he was stunned.

"What method is this?"

Ever since his skinning knife skills have been perfected, he has been unable to stop them unless facing an opponent who is far superior to him.

For example, those grandmasters whose strength has surpassed the understanding of ordinary people.

Xia Dong couldn't do anything to him.

Anyone who is weaker than him or has similar strength to him will not be able to completely avoid the attack of Xia Dong's skinning knife technique.

Even those at the same level will get hurt.

Fan Xian slashed with his sword and killed all the butterflies with the skinning knife technique.

Xia Dong had never heard of such strength.

"This is the unique skill of my Fan family!"

The other party was stunned, although only for a moment.

But for Fan Xian, this is enough.

Fan Xian swung the dagger in his hand again.

The art of riding the wind and breaking the waves does not depend on the weapon, the key is understanding.

As long as you can comprehend the mystery, you can unleash the power of the Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves Art even with bare hands.

If you don't understand it, even if you use the same moves as Fan Bin, you can't replicate the magic. Fan Xian is not good at using a sword, and prefers to use the dagger in his hand.

This dagger can cut through iron like mud.

Fan Xian used it for self-defense, and naturally figured out a fighting method suitable for the dagger.

"Ride the wind and break the waves, rain falls!"

The dagger was in Fan Xian's hand, stabbing continuously.

Because Fan Xian moved so quickly, it looked to Xia Dong as if countless silver dots were constantly stabbing at him.

"I……"

By the time Xia Dong noticed all this, it was too late for him to dodge.

He has been roaming the world for many years, and has also lived in seclusion in the mountains for so many years.

Xia Dong had already honed his skills to perfection.

But even so, his strength remained at the ninth rank. Not to mention breaking through to become a Grandmaster, even reaching the peak of the ninth rank seemed like a luxury.

Under such circumstances, Emperor Qing found Xia Dong and gave him some advice...

This made Xia Dong, the Skinning Knife, come out again to help Emperor Qing.

Originally Hong Sixiang's responsibility fell on Xia Dong after his death.

From that moment on, Xia Dong could feel his progress every day.

Until these few days, Xia Dong felt that he had reached a certain limit, but had no way to break through.

He deliberately provoked Fan Xian and fought with him.

Xia Dong's wishful thinking was to use his opponent to create pressure for himself so that he could make a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

He did fight with Fan Xian, but unfortunately, he seemed no match for the second young master of the Fan family.

After just a few attempts, Xia Dong was trapped in a dead end.

"Do not!!"

Xia Dong, who had originally planned to give up struggling, thought of his decades of hard work.

Before, Xia Dong could be said to have no hope at all, but he still practiced hard until now.

Now, Xia Dong has no reason to give up.

"burst!"

"Explode, explode it for me!"

Thinking of Emperor Qing's teachings, Xia Dong continued to squeeze the true qi in his body. As long as he compressed the true qi, he could gain greater power.

This is what Xia Dong thought and did.

Xia Dong kept compressing, and the true energy in his body seemed to have broken through some limit.

"It's done!"

Xia Dong was overjoyed. He raised the knife in his hand again and stabbed at Fan Xian.

At this moment, Xia Dong felt that even if he met a grandmaster, he could fight him.

The figures of the two people passed each other.

A hint of surprise flashed across Fan Xian's eyes, and a bloody mark appeared on his face.

There were drops of blood on the bloodstain.

"I won!"

Xia Dong's eyes were full of madness.

He turned around and wanted to continue his attack.

However, at this moment, Xia Dong's body suddenly stiffened.

"what happened?"

Before Xia Dong could figure it out, the skin on his face began to peel off bit by bit, followed by flesh, blood, and bones...

A living person turned into dust in the air.

"idiot!"

Just now, Xia Dong indeed burst out with a terrifying strength that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Even Fan Xian had to temporarily avoid the spotlight.

Fan Xian started out attacking, then defending, and finally just dodging.

He avoided Xia Dong's crazy attack just now.

Of course, Xia Dong also suffered the backlash after the crazy attack.

This fool actually concentrated and compressed the true energy in his dantian?

Fan Xian, who understood the truth about true Qi, looked at Xia Dong who disappeared on the spot as if he was looking at a huge idiot.

There are many ways to commit suicide, and Xia Dong chose the stupidest one.

Chen Pingping is well-informed.

But when he saw Xia Dong turned into ashes, his face was full of disbelief.

"Fan Xian, what is your current strength?"

"That guy is just looking for death. Let's go now."

Time is running out and there is no time to explain.

Fan Xian picked up Chen Pingping and wanted to leave immediately.

However, just as they were about to leave, a man in black appeared in front of Fan Xian.

"stop!"

The other person's attire and the iron rod in his hand seemed very familiar to Fan Xian.

If the black cloth had not been covering the other person's eyes.

Fan Xian couldn't help but doubt the other party's identity.

"Why, does your temple have to take care of this?"

Fan Xian thought of many people, he even thought of asking Emperor Qing to come forward personally.

Of course, this is unlikely.

This is also the reason why Fan Xian believes that he is confident of taking Chen Pingping away.

Emperor Qing was injured so badly that he would have to recover as long as he found a safe place.

Emperor Qing was in the process of recuperating from his injuries, so he had no way to come forward directly.

As long as Emperor Qing doesn't take action.

Even if the opponent is a master in the imperial guards, Fan Xian is confident that he can fight his way out with Chen Pingping.

He never expected that the temple messenger would actually try to stop him?

You know, the status of these temple messengers is no lower than that of Emperor Qing.

Their relationship is one of cooperation, not of superiors and subordinates.

This also means that what the temple envoy promised to do for Emperor Qing must be something that is beneficial to their entire temple.

Chen Pingping's escape had nothing to do with the temple.

Fan Xian really couldn't understand why the temple messenger showed up at this time.
"We're not looking for him, we're looking for you."

"What are you looking for me for?"

Fan Xian looked puzzled.

"You are not you. You took something away from your mother. That thing belongs to the temple. You need to return it."

The temple messenger spoke.

Fan Xian was unable to react for a moment after hearing these words.

But he heard one thing clearly: he wanted to leave, but he was afraid he couldn't do it.

Fan Xian had seen the strength of the temple messenger before.

They can fight against Uncle Wu Zhu.

Even Fan Xian's current strength is very close to that of a grandmaster.

As long as he doesn't make a real breakthrough, he will never be a match for the temple messenger.

"Don't worry about me. Didn't you learn Qinggong from Fan Bin?"

You definitely can't win in a fight, but if your martial arts skills are good enough, there is still a chance you can escape.

Chen Pingping, who was held in Fan Xian's arms, struggled to get out of his arms.

"How could I abandon you? Ride the wind!"

Fan Xian shouted angrily, and then he ran up as if the wind was blowing under his feet.

Although the wall is high, for Fan Xian, it is as easy as walking on flat ground.

It is obvious that Fan Xian has mastered the art of riding the wind and breaking the waves to a very high level.

Fan Bin will have many disciples in the future, but if we talk about his chief disciple, it must be Fan Xian.

Looking at Fan Xian who was determined to escape, the temple messenger shook his head.

"Stupid humans!"

...(End of chapter)