Mu Fenghua looked at the two people who hadn't caught up behind him, with rejoicing in his eyes, and fleeing away with the injured Gou Haoying, but he was full of doubts in his heart.
If Xu Han and Xu Han were disciples of the big powers around them, with their talents, they must have known them, but now they don't have the slightest reflection in their minds, they must be martial artists elsewhere.
"It may be possible that the robbers of the Rocky Mountains were killed by the two and their companions." Thinking back to the scene just now, Mu Fenghua couldn't help thinking.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I was. I came out on the order of the teacher to investigate the recent extermination of the robber. It is rumored that a man was killed. The two people I just met may have something to do with that man.
Now that he received such important news, Wen Binyu was left to observe Xu Han's movements from a distance, and then Mu Fenghua led the others towards the Qingguang Temple.
After coming out for so long, the task that Shimen confided, finally found a trace of useful news, and I must report it to the teacher immediately.
"Xu Han, why do you want to let them go?" The prodigal son looked at the few people who had fled from the wasteland, facing Xu Han on one side, and said strangely.
Although Xu Han's statement is reasonable, even if he has a companion, he will be far away, and he will definitely not be able to make it in a short time.
Xu Han glanced at the figure that had disappeared under the mountain, facing the prodigal son on one side, and whispered in his mouth: "The strength of those people is not weak. It will take a lot of time to keep them all, although watching this Qingguang Temple is also unhappy, but I'll talk to Uncle Leng first."
"Okay! I don't care!" The prodigal said softly with a wave of the knife in his hand.
It seems that the mysterious force that is looking for Uncle Leng is the Azure Light Palace, and the speed will need to be accelerated next.
"Prodigal son, what's the matter with your trip to Dongwei City?" Xu Han asked the prodigal son softly while looking at the jungle in front of him.
It has been a long time since they left the Rocky Mountains. Xu Han and the two have been away from East Weicheng for less than two days. They have been inquiring about Uncle Leng's news all the way, but they still found nothing.
"I! I'll be ridiculed everywhere, and if I have time, I will go to Tianzhou. I heard that there are pure geniuses, but I want to ask for advice." The prodigal son held the big knife against his shoulder in his right hand, and said in his mouth.
In his mind, he didn't seem to think too much about the next step. Xu Han believed that the main reason was that he wanted to find someone to learn from him. Sometimes Xu Han looked at the eyes of the prodigal son, knowing that if he had nothing to do, he would definitely ask him to learn from him.
"Tianzhou? It is indeed a desirable place." Xu Han followed the eyes of the prodigal son and said softly.
Whether it was because of the people in Xujiapu or a thorough understanding of the mysterious stele in his body, Tianzhou Xu Han had to go. Xu Han guessed in his heart that he would be able to know the news of the stele in his body when he arrived in Tianzhou.
At Tianyang Academy that day, the task hanging at the top, I had deliberately asked Elder Wu, but he also knew it was unknown, only that it was set by a powerful mysterious person.
The entire Big Six is the most powerful in Tianzhou. That person didn't even know about Wu Lao, so there must be no one from the state that day.
"what!"
The prodigal son who was walking by Xu Han looked at the severed giant trees nearby, and said in surprise.
A row of big trees hugged by several people, at a glance, the cuts were actually in a straight line, as if several big trees were cut off instantly with a single knife.
"This knife technique seems to be Uncle Leng's technique." Xu Han walked in, touched the fracture of the giant tree, and whispered in his mouth.
The cut surface was smooth, without the slightest pause, and there was a hint of cold light in the cut.
"Yes! That's what the warrior on the Rocky Mountain did." The prodigal son on one side looked at several giant trees in succession, and whispered in his mouth.
I am extremely familiar with that fierce sword aura, and I will never see it wrong when I see it again.
"There are traces of battle here!" The prodigal son not far away looked at the surrounding traces and said loudly.
The cut giant tree, the scorched ground, and the weeds that were trampled on all around seemed to have been rushed by.
Listening to the words of the prodigal son, Xu Han flashed a hint of joy in his eyes, and immediately rushed forward. There were signs of fighting, indicating that Uncle Leng had appeared here, and maybe he was nearby.
Xu Han was overjoyed in their hearts and ran forward along the traces of the battle on the ground.
"There are a few corpses!" Xu Han glanced at a weed and exclaimed.
Several corpses fell randomly in a bush, and the weeds on the side were stained with blood. It was the strong smell of blood that attracted Xu Han's attention and the corpses on the ground were revealed.
"It's him!" Xu Han said in surprise as he looked at the body turned over by the prodigal son.
The warrior lying on the ground was actually one of the people who escaped from the Rocky Mountains that day. It was Gou Haoying who was first shot by the prodigal son and then defeated by himself.
The martial artist's eyes were full of horror, his body was severed with a stab, and the blood in his body had already drained.
Xu Han and the two walked in. There were a total of three familiar corpses on the ground. One man and two women were martial artists who had escaped from the Rocky Mountains that day. The rest of the martial artists lying on the ground did not know them.
"I don't see that Mu Fenghua's corpse." The prodigal son checked his surroundings and said softly to Xu Han when he returned.
"It should have escaped. These corpses on the ground are probably the martial artists of the Qingguang Temple." Xu Han looked at the martial artists on the ground and said softly.
"En! They fled over there, let's catch up and have a look." The prodigal said softly, pointing to the right front.
Xu Han looked at the chaotic footsteps on the ground, and guessed that it was the many warriors of the Qingguang Temple who suddenly encountered Uncle Leng on the road. He was invincible and was killed by him.
There were continuous traces of battles along the way, and at intervals, the corpses of warriors appeared from time to time, and each one was cut by a knife.
boom! The sound of battle seemed to be heard in the distance, Xu Han was overjoyed, and immediately rushed forward.
The prodigal son on one side seemed to hear the faint roar from the air, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes. Coming along the way, he had been thinking of seeing the man who made the sword earlier, and now he seemed to be right in front of him.
"Uncle Leng!" Xu Han said with joy as he looked at the sword air across the sky in the distance.
The sword energy that smashed through the sky and the faintly vocalized voice in the air filled Xu Han's heart with joy.
It has been so many days since he came out, Xiao Gu Li in Shuiyan City must have been anxious, his father hadn't seen him for so long, if he didn't go back for a long time, he would definitely be anxious in his heart.
Now that you find Uncle Leng, you can fulfill your promise. As for the martial artist in the Azure Light Palace, he still depends on the situation. After all, he still has a lot of things to deal with!
It is better to rush to Xuanzhou as soon as possible, looking for opportunities to go to Tianzhou.
"The sound has disappeared!" Xu Han traveled through the forest, but the roar just now suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that the fighting had stopped.
Confronted with the prodigal son on one side, Xu Han speeded up and ran in the direction where the sound had just come from.
The closer you get to that place, the more obvious the marks of the surrounding battle, the knife marks and the burnt marks can be seen everywhere.
But the corpse of the warrior no longer appeared on the side of the road. It seemed that Uncle Leng had met his opponent. Looking at the surrounding battle marks, the two seemed to be of equal strength.
"Go!" Xu Han muttered as he looked at the scene in front of him.
In the thousand-meter-long battlefield, all the trees were destroyed in one shot, no one was intact, and there were continuous knife marks in the distance.
The huge pit, the split ground, and the burning trees all showed the fierce fighting at the time.
"Just left." The prodigal son said softly while looking at the scene in front of him.
There was still a touch of spiritual power in the air, and a wave of sharp sword aura was still in the air, and it didn't take long for the battle to stop.
"Which direction?" Xu Han lacked aura and couldn't sense very far. He asked the prodigal son next to him hurriedly.
"It can't be sensed, the strength of the martial artist in the Tongxuan realm is not comparable to that of the Linghai realm. With their speed, they are now thousands of miles away." The prodigal son looked at the exaggerated sword marks on the ground and looked at the surrounding mouth softly. Tao.
"One step late!" Xu Han looked at the silent environment around him, disappointed.
I regret the departure of Uncle Leng in my heart, but I am also shocked that the strength of this Azure Light Palace can be sent by the way to the martial arts connected to the profound realm.
"It seems someone ran away from here in a hurry." The prodigal said softly, looking at the messy footprints on the ground and the occasional marks on the tree trunks next to him.
Xu Han glanced at the surrounding scenes, looked at the mark in front of him, and bowed his head in thought.
"Do you want to chase?" The prodigal son said softly while looking at Xu Han who was still thinking.
The direction in which the footprints disappeared must be the direction that the Azure Light Palace martial artist left, but the two of them did not know the direction in which Uncle Leng left. After all, the strength of the Tong Xuan realm martial artist was not imaginable by the two today.
"Chasing!" Xu Han looked at the traces of the battle in the field, chuckled softly, and chased in the direction of the footprints.
Finally, there was Uncle Leng's trail, Xu Han didn't want to let it go again, although this direction is not necessarily the direction Uncle Leng left, but there is still a high probability.
If you can't find Uncle Leng, you will definitely meet the martial artist in the Azure Light Palace. Since there is a martial artist in the Tongxuan realm, maybe there is a warrior in the late Linghai realm among the people who fled.
With Xu Han's strength, the warriors in the late Linghai realm, plus some warriors in the Linghai realm, may be difficult to resist, but for the news of Uncle Leng, Xu Han has no other way.
Seeing Xu Han rushing out, the prodigal son on one side didn't hesitate to chase after him in the direction where his footsteps disappeared.
He was already proud of himself, but he was not weaker than anyone else. Xu Han dared to chase after Xu Han's strength in the early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm. What was his worry about his strength in the middle of the Spirit Sea Realm.
Along the way, the surrounding marks were still a little flustered at first, but the farther away from the battle scene, it seemed that everyone was no longer so flustered, and they all moved forward in an orderly manner.
Looking at the scene in front of them, Xu Han thought in their hearts that Uncle Leng must not have come from this direction.
There were no traces of the battle around, and the people who left did not panic, Xu Han couldn't help but feel disappointed.