Fan Xian was determined to escape and he rushed as fast as lightning.

I have to say, he is very fast...

If he had no burden and ran at full speed, Fan Xian would be no worse than a grandmaster in terms of Qinggong alone.

This means that if Fan Xian escapes alone, there is still a certain probability that he will escape.

But Fan Xian didn't do that.

He chose to take Chen Pingping with him and leave.

Although Chen Pingping is already an old man, he still weighs more than 100 pounds...

This is equivalent to doubling Fan Xian's burden.

No matter how good Fan Xian's Qinggong was, his speed was inevitably affected.

It's already very good if he can maintain 80% of his full-strength explosive speed.

According to Fan Xian's speed of 80%, it is also very fast.

It’s just a pity that the opponent Fan Xian met was the temple messenger.

The temple messenger doesn't know how to do Qinggong, but he can still reach an extremely fast speed by rushing forward.

The distance between the two is visibly shortening.

"You can't escape, stupid human."

After shortening the distance to a certain level, the temple messenger drew out the iron rod in his hand and stabbed it mercilessly towards Fan Xian's back.

They want to take Fan Xian back.

Of course being alive is best, but dying doesn’t matter either.

For the temple messenger, as long as Fan Xian chose to resist, he wouldn't mind killing him first.

Compared to the living, the dead are obviously much more honest.

"us……"

Chen Pingping wanted to tell Fan Xian that if they ran like this, no one would be able to escape.

However, Fan Xian ran too fast, and all the wind on the way blew into Chen Pingping's mouth, so that the words coming out of his mouth were squeaky and humming, and not a single word could be made out clearly.

"Is it finished?"

Looking at the temple messenger getting closer and closer, Fan Xian knew in his heart that he might not be able to escape this disaster.

If he had known, he would have run towards the back door.

Uncle Wuzhu is right there.

Fan Xian was just thinking that there were more than one temple messenger in the yard, at least five or six.

Just the fact that he was exposed attracted the pursuit of the temple messengers.

Once Uncle Wu Zhu is exposed, those guys will swarm over him like sharks smelling blood.

Fan Xian had even thought that the temple messenger would not cause him any trouble.

That's why he swaggered into the villa. Now it seems that Fan Xian's idea was totally wrong.

The temple messenger also wants to arrest him. As for the reason?

Fan Xian could probably guess it.

After all, he was the only survivor of that experiment.

But even so, Fan Xian firmly believed that the temple messenger's obsession with him was far less than his obsession with Uncle Wu Zhu.

Once Wuzhu is exposed, they will never have peace in the future.

Although Fan Xian's idea was good, fate played tricks on him and forced him into a difficult situation.

Facing the pursuit of the temple messenger, he had no way of escaping.

I don’t know how far he ran, but the temple messenger suddenly sped up.

The iron rod in his hand, as if equipped with tracking navigation, stabbed towards Fan Xian's back.

Just when Fan Xian was feeling completely hopeless, another figure in black suddenly appeared before him.

"Ping!"

The identical iron rods collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"You came?"

The temple messenger asked.

"He cannot die."

Wu Zhu also answered.

It is no exaggeration to say that the conversation between the two was completely irrelevant.

But they all seemed to understand what the other party wanted to express.

"You will all die! Unless you return to the temple..."

The temple messenger said.

This was apparently the order he had received.

"The temple, I will definitely go there. But not now..."

Wu Zhu answered.

"We can wait until you finish what you want to do. That way, we won't have any reason to fight."

The temple messenger thought he had found a solution to the problem.

"No, I will go, but not with you."

Wu Zhu started to act before he finished speaking.

His movements seemed faster than before.

He thrust the iron rod down, and the temple messenger didn't even have time to move away completely.

"Ah!"

The iron rod lifted up a piece of black clothes.

This dress doesn't seem to be made of cloth, but metal, it just looks like cloth.

Once it falls off, it immediately turns into metal.

"My dear..."

Fan Xian was shocked beyond words when he saw this scene.

On the other hand, Chen Pingping seemed to not care at all.

"Aren't you surprised at all?"

Fan Xian could probably guess the truth of the matter.

But he had never thought before that Wuzhu and the temple messenger's clothes were also specially made?

When he touched it as a child, it looked just like ordinary clothes.

But if you think about it carefully, if their clothes were not made of this kind of material, how could they have been worn for so many years?
And until now, these clothes feel like new.

This is obviously abnormal.

Although Fan Xian understood the reason, he still found it difficult to understand why Chen Pingping was not surprised at all after seeing this scene.

"The temple messenger is not a mortal."

Chen Pingping explained the reason clearly in just one sentence.

After hearing the explanation, Fan Xian could only smile bitterly.

Are you saying that the ancients knew nothing?
To be honest, there is nothing wrong with their understanding.

Strictly speaking, these temple messengers are not really human.

Uncle Wuzhu is special only because he possesses human emotions, unlike other temple messengers who only know how to follow orders.

But fundamentally, they are not built like humans.

"Let's go first, uncle. Don't fight too long. The other side has helpers."

Fan Xian knew his position very well. If he continued to stay here, he would be a burden to Wu Zhu.

He might as well take Chen Pingping away first.

Just as Fan Xian carried Chen Pingping on his back and chose a direction to run.

Suddenly a person fell from the sky.

"boom!"

Unlike the master of Qinggong, this man created a big hole on the ground as soon as he landed.

"Again!"

Seeing the identical black clothes and the other person’s cold face.

The bitterness in Fan Xian's heart grew stronger and stronger.

Are these guys from the temple taking him too seriously?

They actually sent two temple messengers to chase him?

Fan Xian gritted his teeth, turned around, and prepared to run in another direction.

It's not that he doesn't understand that he is just delaying time.

But when disaster strikes, should he just sit there and wait for death?
Anyway, Fan Xian wouldn't do that.

It would be best if he could escape, but if he really can't, he will fight these guys to the death.

Whether you can win or not, let’s put it aside for now. Do you have the courage to fight?
Is the most important.

Fan Xian is not lacking in courage.

However, the moment he turned around, Fan Xian was very surprised to find that there was another figure standing there waiting for battle.

The man was also dressed in black and holding a chisel in his hand.

"Three temple messengers, how is this possible?"

Fan Xian was dumbfounded.

He had witnessed the scene before with his own eyes.

There were a total of six temple messengers, and one was directly blown to pieces by his brother.

The temple messenger exploded on the spot, so there was absolutely no way he could come back to life. This meant that the other side should only have five temple messengers left.

But now they have sent three temple messengers to hunt him down?
Aren't they afraid of luring the tiger away from the mountain?

Don’t they worry about Emperor Qing’s safety?

Fan Xian actually guessed what Fan Bin could think of.

Emperor Qing must have reached some kind of agreement with the temple, and the two sides had a deal...

Because of this, Emperor Qing’s position is crucial.

Only the temple would send so many temple messengers to be by Emperor Qing's side.

but now……

There were three of them around him, which meant that there were at most two left beside Emperor Qing. Could two temple messengers alone stop his elder brother?
In response to Fan Xian's question, the two temple messengers remained silent.

They didn't seem to want to have any negotiations with Fan Xian.

Both of them threw the iron rod in their hands. The iron rod had no luster and looked inconspicuous at all.

However, Fan Xian could feel a strong murderous intent from this inconspicuous iron rod.

That is the cold and merciless weapon of slaughter.

As long as we let them take action, the result will be unstoppable.

Just like Uncle Wuzhu.

As Fan Xian grew up, his trust in Wu Zhu also increased.

It seems that as long as Wuzhu takes action, there is no problem that he cannot solve.

But now the situation has changed. The iron rod can no longer protect Fan Xian from wind and rain, but has instead become a weapon that can take his life.

Even though Fan Xian understood that the overall strength of these temple messengers was actually not as good as Wu Zhu's.

It can even be said that it is much worse than Wuzhu.

But that is only for Wu Zhu. For those whose strength has not reached the level of Grand Master, the deterrent power of these temple messengers is no less than that of Wu Zhu.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!!"

The two temple messengers, in no particular order, launched an attack on Fan Xian.

Their movements were extremely fast, even faster than those of ordinary grandmasters.

Because Fan Xian practiced the art of riding the wind and breaking the waves, his speed is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, even so, he was still powerless facing the attack from the two temple messengers.

Not to mention that he was holding the burden of Chen Pingping in his arms.

Even if Chen Pingping was not there, it would be difficult for Fan Xian to escape from the attack of these two temple messengers alone.

In desperation, Fan Xian could only unleash his potential and throw Chen Pingping out.

Since he couldn't escape, he hoped that Chen Pingping could be saved.

Fan Xian understood that he and Wu Zhu were the other party's targets, not Chen Pingping.

As long as the temple messenger does not take action against Chen Pingping, even if Emperor Qing's people want to find him, it will take time.

Perhaps Chen Pingping can be saved at this time.

Fan Xian did this, on the one hand, out of his confidence in Chen Pingping, and on the other hand, because he knew that the time for Fan Bin and others to arrive was very short.

Fan Xian knew very well that if his elder brother wanted to take revenge, he would not be able to do so unless the conditions allowed.

Otherwise it will never stay overnight.

"Silly boy, what are you doing?"

Chen Pingping, who had been very calm until now, panicked when he saw Fan Xian throwing him out.

Xiao Ye is already dead! He couldn't let Xiao Ye's son get into any more accidents...

Chen Pingping knew that Emperor Qing was going to die, but he was still willing to take the initiative to run to him.

In addition to fulfilling one's own wish, there is actually another very important reason.

That is to resolve the possible hostility in Fan Xian's heart.

Fan Bin wanted to take action against Emperor Qing. Fan Xian knew it and knew that his elder brother had no choice but to do so.

But let’s be honest…

Except when Fan Xian was still young and could not remember anything, did Emperor Qing ever have the idea of ​​killing Fan Xian?
When Fan Xian truly became an adult, especially after he came to Beijing, Emperor Qing was still nice to him.

Fan Xian attaches great importance to feelings, so it is impossible for him to have no feelings at all.

Besides, Emperor Qing is Fan Xian’s biological father after all.

Once Fan Bin kills Emperor Qing, it will probably leave a psychological trauma on Fan Xian.

Although this shadow may not be that big, it is like a thorn in Fan Xian's body.

What Chen Pingping wanted to do was to help Fan Xian remove the thorn in his heart.

Fan Xian cannot hate Fan Bin!

That would not be of any benefit to Fan Xian's future.

It's not just about the future, but also the hurdle in your heart.

For Fan Xian, Chen Pingping gave up everything.

This was different from his initial preference for Fan Xian. His initial preference for Fan Xian was entirely because of Xiao Ye, or the president of the Ye Family Chamber of Commerce as people called it.

But now, he has feelings for Fan Xian.

He really treated Fan Xian as his own son or nephew, and as someone he could protect with his life.

Now, that child is willing to die bravely just to save a useless person like me.

Chen Pingping's heart was about to be torn out.

"Riding the wind and breaking the waves, the sea is boundless!!"

Fan Xian desperately tried to mobilize the true energy in his body.

Even though he knew in his heart that his resistance now was futile.

There was no way he could just give up like that.

Even if he had to face two temple messengers at the same time, he would fight to the last moment.

A huge amount of true energy burst out from Fan Xian's body and landed directly on the two temple messengers.

But strangely, the two temple messengers were not affected at all.

This attack, which was enough to severely injure a ninth-rank master, was like a tickle to them.

Even the iron bars in their hands did not slow down at all.

"I rely on!"

Fan Xian watched his attack fail and cursed.

Even though he had understood before that his attack would be ineffective against these temple messengers whose strength was comparable to Wuzhu's.

Even though Fan Bin was able to fight with Wu Zhu when he was at the peak of the ninth rank.

But that was Fan Bin, not him, Fan Xian.

Under the same realm, just because Fan Bin can do it doesn’t mean that Fan Xian can do it.

Just when Fan Xian felt that he had no way to escape this time.

There was a sudden chuckle in his ear.

"You idiot, you actually used your true energy to deal with the iron lump? If you want to fight them, you can only fight them head-on."

When other grand masters fight against temple messengers, they can only use close combat techniques.

Using true energy is a complete waste.

Hearing that voice, Fan Xian's originally dead heart instantly came alive.

This time, he was completely relieved.

"Big brother!"

As Fan Xian called out, a figure appeared beside him.

Facing the attack from the two temple messengers, the figure calmly stretched out two palms.

“The stars are changing!!”

As the two palms kept swinging, the movements of the two temple messengers, who were originally moving forward courageously, became distorted.

...(End of chapter)