Chapter 40

"Disciple, you, Liaodong, you must be careful." "Now is not like before. You are the successor of the Huashan Sect. From now on, you must protect yourself well. Don't be impulsive when encountering things. If it really doesn't work, run first."

Under Huashan, Xiong Qingyuan exhorted.

"Master, don't worry, I know. Don't you trust me? When practicing martial arts, the first thing I practiced was the Golden Goose Skill. Is running away shameful? It's not."

"Besides, the guard force I have there is already very strong. Plus Senior Brother Zhang and the others, even if three or five first-class experts come, they might not be able to take us down."

Su Fan joked half-jokingly, but he was not talking nonsense. After all, there was one first-class martial artist there, no less than four top-tier second-class ones, and more than fifty others of second and third class together.

More importantly, he also had a batch of elite warriors and a group of firearm teams.

Ordinary three or five first-class experts could not threaten him. First-class experts' strength was indeed not bad, but truly facing a group of firearm teams, they would also be helpless.

As the saying goes, no matter how high the technique, one is afraid of a kitchen knife. These Jianghu people were not afraid of kitchen knives, but bird muskets could still threaten them.

Three or five, they might be able to dodge, but one or two hundred firing at them together could directly seal off their dodging route.

Once hit by a bullet, even if you had deep internal energy, you would be dead or crippled. After all, the lead bullets in the bird muskets were poisonous, and the wounds were also very large.

This was also the reason he developed the firearm team.

Although he was a Jianghu person, his understanding of the power of firearms was far beyond this world. Now, the craftsmen in his hundred-household office could not only build bird muskets but also cannons. Of course, they were only the smallest cannons.

Even so, the power was quite extraordinary.

In the future, he would go to sea, and the most powerful thing at sea was cannons. He naturally would not let them go.

Regarding being in Liaodong, he was quite confident. Unless there was a super first-class peak figure, it would be difficult to threaten him.

But peak experts—how many could there be in the entire Jianghu? They all hid in their own territory to cultivate well. Who would run out?

For example, their Huashan Sect Sect Leader Ning Qingyu, ever since breaking through to the peak, had never descended the mountain.

Xiong Qingyuan nagged for a while, and other elders also sent Su Fan off. This time, it was much more valued than last time.

It was also because Su Fan's status was different now—he was the Young Sect Leader, with a status higher than many elders. Plus, Su Fan's ability was strong, Liaodong was thriving, and he could concoct Small Origin Pills.

Some elders also began to curry favor with him.

"Master, all Senior Uncles and Senior Aunts, the sky is high and the water is far, let's say goodbye here, and see you another day."

Su Fan cupped his hands and bowed, then flipped onto the warhorse and left quickly without looking back.

Leaving Huashan, Su Fan galloped all the way and did not stop, not even returning to the Su family.

A day later, he finally left the traditional territory of Huashan.

"Come out!"

Walking to a dense forest, Su Fan raised his eyebrows, pulled the reins, and looked coldly at the forest in front.

"Haha! Good kid, quite sharp, but unfortunately..."

Walking out were two masked big men, one of whom had a shaved head.

"Monk, Shaolin."

Su Fan sneered: "I don't know which high monk of Shaolin is blocking the way. What is the purpose? This disciple is Huashan Su Bufan."

"They all say you are smart and clever, but today I see it's not necessarily so." The bald monk sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, make a move and take him down."

The other person said coldly, and after speaking, immediately struck towards Su Fan.

The palm wind struck, carrying a bit of fishy wind and waves. A pair of hands as thin as firewood had fingernails that were green and carried a faint light.

"Poison Fiend Palm, was it you who killed my Senior Brother?"

Su Fan reached out and slapped the saddle, his whole body like a golden goose soaring into the sky, performing the Golden Goose Skill, and quickly flew backward.

Then, without looking back, he performed his lightness skill to the fastest.

"Kid, your lightness skill is not bad, but today you won't be able to escape no matter what. Obediently die for me."

The monk behind was increasingly excited.

"Big monk, just relying on you two, you want to kill me?"

Su Fan's face did not reveal any fear, but instead, while galloping, he provoked them.

"Not right!"

The long-haired thin man felt something was wrong.

"Haha! Now you've noticed, it's already too late."

Su Fan suddenly stopped, looking at the two with a mocking face.

Swish swish swish!

And just at this moment, behind Su Fan, several figures quickly darted out.

"Ning Qingyu, Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan."

Looking at the appearance of several figures, the long-haired thin man and the bald monk's expressions changed.

Their hearts could not help but sink. These people were all famous figures of the Huashan Sect, especially Ning Qingyu, who was a peak expert of the Huashan Sect, with Zixia internal energy and widespread fame. Before breaking through to the peak, he had fought with a peak elder of the Demonic Cult.

And he was able to retreat unscathed. And after breaking through to the peak, although he had not made a move in these ten-plus years, in the Jianghu, who dared to ignore him?

Ning Qingyu was listed with the Sect Leaders of Wudang and Shaolin as the three great experts of the righteous path, a peak figure second only to Dugu Sheng of the Demonic Cult.

Facing Ning Qingyu alone, the two of them had no confidence, let alone the fact that there were three other Huashan Sect elders beside the other party.

Zhou Qingyun did not need to be mentioned. Although he was very old, as a veteran first-class expert, he was a figure second only to Ning Qingyu.

Xiong Qingyuan was even the famous 'professional' thug of the Huashan Sect. The Jianghu nickname 'Covering Sky Hand' was not for nothing; it was fought out over decades.

"Is your Excellency the murderer who killed my disciple? I didn't expect you all to dare to make a move."

Ning Qingyu looked at the long-haired thin man, and the murderous intent in his eyes was about to turn into substance.

Zhou Qingyun, Xiong Qingyuan, and the last Qi Sect elder, Yue Qingfeng, quickly came to the surroundings of the two, and the four surrounded the two tightly.

Not giving the other party any chance.

"How did you know we would make a move?"

Kumu Shangren said with a cold face, taking a deep breath.

"Hmph! I didn't know, but it was just a test."

Ning Qingyu looked coldly at the two: "Tell me the name of that traitor, and I will let you two die painlessly."

"Haha! You don't know. Since you don't know, you will never want to know."

Kumu Shangren laughed loudly. Since he saw the four, he knew that today he would not be able to escape no matter what.

"Amitabha! This poor monk is Fang Ye, meeting everyone. This person is Kumu Laoren. This poor monk followed him all the way here. I didn't expect this person to actually want to ambush the Young Sect Leader of your sect. It is truly abominable."

"However, this person killed my Senior Uncle. Can you let this poor monk take him back?"

Fang Ye had long ago removed his mask and then pretended to be innocent.

This skin was truly comparable to a copper wall and iron skin.

"Hehe! Old monk, your speed of change is truly fast. Just a moment ago, you wanted to kill my disciple, and now you have suddenly become a high monk of Shaolin."

"Do you think it's possible?"

Xiong Qingyuan looked at the monk, and murderous intent erupted from his eyes.