After all, they had just arrived in the mines. Now in Beiye City, they were suspicious of everyone who approached them.
Xu Yunfan's cold expression softened slightly.
He pondered for a moment.
"Do you really want this house?"
Hearing Xu Yunfan's offer, Qin Bo quickly replied, "Yes, this is our ancestral home. Yesterday, I was a little anxious. My junior sister, who has a hot temper, only half-listened to my advice. Knowing my house had a new owner, she said she'd just scare them first and then redeem it smoothly."
He gave a wry smile and bowed, "I hope Brother Xu will forgive us. We were certainly wrong in this matter. When Junior Sister Fei's injuries have healed, I'll bring her here to apologize."
Xu Yunfan nodded slightly, turned around, and said, "Since this house is your ancestral home, and we're being reasonable, I won't force it. Come in and talk."
"Thank you."
Qin Bo took a deep breath and slowly followed Xu Yunfan into the house.
As he entered, his eyes instinctively flickered to the corner.
In an instant, his pupils narrowed. He
saw a broken brick at the base of the courtyard wall. There, buried was something so precious to him!
In an instant, shock and anger flooded his mind like a surging tide.
Something was dug up!
He raised his head abruptly, his eyes quickly bloodshot, staring intently at the back of Xu Yunfan, who was leading the way.
Xu Yunfan was completely unaware and continued to talk to himself, "I bought this house from the pawnshop a few days ago. I just gave it a preliminary clean, and the furniture is basically intact. I won't make it difficult for you. The silver notes I got from your junior sister before were only a thousand taels of silver, including my..."
"Dang!"
A crisp sound like the collision of copper and iron suddenly echoed in the originally quiet courtyard.
Feeling a slight pain in his waist, Xu Yunfan turned his head abruptly, only to see Qin Bo holding a dagger and stabbing him fiercely in the kidney.
The dagger broke through his skin, which was as tough as cowhide, and the tip of the knife penetrated half an inch.
Qin Bo was a martial artist, after all. The blow was incredibly powerful, piercing the skin at his waist. However, Xu Yunfan's muscles instinctively contracted, trapping the dagger like an iron hoop, preventing it from advancing even a fraction.
"You, what are you doing?"
Xu Yunfan's eyes dropped, his voice low and steady, without a single inflection.
Qin Bo's mouth was filled with bitterness, his eyes filled with disbelief as he muttered, "Horizontal Training?!"
He felt as if the sky were falling. He'd just bumped into someone who turned out to be a rare horizontal training martial artist.
Xu Yunfan's fury surged like a tinderbox.
Fortunately, he'd cultivated the Bronze Body Technique. Anyone else would have been completely depleted and on the verge of death.
A punctured kidney, in the ancient world of poor hygiene, was considered a serious injury. Who knows if a doctor could treat him? He'd likely be left with nothing but death.
He was truly shocked and enraged, his blood surged like thunderclaps.
His heart instantly raced to nearly 300 beats per minute, and a surge of blood, accompanied by a surge of hormones, rushed through his body.
His muscles instantly tensed and bulged, swelling as if inflated. Veins bulged outward, like the tangled roots of an old tree, appearing particularly ferocious in the sunlight.
A faint copper hue could even be seen on his skin. As he raised his hand, the sunlight shone on his body, and the copper hue shone continuously.
Xu Yunfan's hand reached out like lightning, grasping Qin Bo's shoulder as he tried to withdraw.
With such force, his fingers dug deep into the muscles of Qin Bo's shoulder and neck, holding him tightly, preventing him from retreating an inch.
The pain in Qin Bo's heart ignited his ferocity.
He knew that without a sharp weapon, ordinary weapons would be powerless to harm Xu Yunfan. Without hesitation, he released the dagger.
Qin Bo's blood surged, and the muscles in his arms tensed, as if ready to burst through the constraints of his skin.
His palm, brimming with energy and blood, expanded beyond its normal size.
Without hesitation, Qin Bo grunted and slammed his palm down onto Xu Yunfan's temple.
The wind from his palm whistled past, its force emitting a whirring sound that made the air hum.
Xu Yunfan's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed Qin Bo's attack. He simply lowered his head and charged forward, rapidly closing in on Qin Bo.
"Bang!"
Xu Yunfan's head jolted violently at the impact of Qin Bo's palm, his eyes trembling violently.
A hit!
Qin Bo felt a surge of ecstasy. He knew all too well that practitioners of horizontal training all had weaknesses before they could reach perfection.
The groin, throat, and temples were areas that were difficult to cultivate and remained as fragile as those of ordinary people.
The ecstasy barely lingered for a second before Qin Bo felt a sudden, iron clamp tighten around his waist.
The next moment, he felt himself soar into the air, then plummet to the ground like a meteor.
"Bang!"
The powerful impact nearly dislocated his internal organs, sending his concentrated energy churning. His eyes throbbed uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
Seeing Qin Bo struggling to rise from the ground, Xu Yunfan didn't hesitate. He bent down and quickly wrapped his arms around him, his legs firmly opening and closing, his back and abdomen exerting force, and he let out a deep, muffled groan.
His arm muscles bulged, veins bulging and protruding, lines emerging from his body.
Then, a powerful force rose from the ground, surging through his muscles like a thousand-pound ball, suddenly exploding.
Xu Yunfan once again grasped Qin Bo in mid-air, then swung back and slammed him to the ground.
"Bang!"
A dull thud, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, suddenly rang out. Qin Bo fainted without a sound.
Xu Yunfan slowly released his hand, his face somewhat blank.
He was puzzled. Why were all these Jianghu disciples so crazy?
Before they could even say a few words, they came up and stabbed him in the back.
What's going on?!
Xu Yunfan exhaled, stretched his body, and slowly calmed down the blood and energy that was surging in his body.
He rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on his waist, and shook his dizzy head.
Although Qin Bo's palm strike didn't cause him any real damage, it still left him a bit dazed.
In a close combat, with his mastery of the Red Copper Cloak and Wind Hammer, he could easily dodge it.
In a word, stubborn.
In a close combat with a horizontally trained warrior, as long as he didn't injure his vital parts, within the same realm, as long as the opponent didn't have any secret martial arts or blade-level weapons, he could practically walk sideways.
He slowly walked around the yard, finally remembering that when he turned around, Qin Bo had glanced at the wall behind him, and his mood instantly became abnormal.
With a slight movement in his heart, he walked towards the wall.
(End of this chapter)