The old woman's eyes were bloodshot, and she immediately realized that she was in trouble. She moved her feet repeatedly, wanting to turn around and leave. At the same time, she was about to sprinkle the poisonous sand in her sleeves, when she suddenly saw Xu Yunfan put away his hammer and stretched out his claws.
With the blood flowing, the palm as big as a palm fan clasped the head of the stick. The old woman felt a sharp pain in the palm of her hand, and the century-old ironwood stick was actually cracked by her five fingers.
The circular muscles in Xu Yunfan's arms suddenly contracted, and the old woman was swung up and slammed against the rock wall. Before the crunch of skull hitting rock had subsided, a whip kick had already severed her left wrist, where she was about to deliver the poison.
The old woman endured the severe pain, spitting blood from her mouth, and danced the stick into a circle to protect her face. However, the iron stick could not withstand the huge force of the heavy hammer that followed, and broke into four pieces with a snap.
Xu Yunfan spun around and kicked the broken stick that had fallen to the ground. The three-foot-long splinter pierced through the old woman's chest and was nailed into the cypress tree with blood foam.
It was obvious that he was going to die.
Knowing that he could not outrun Xu Yunfan and that escaping would only lead to death, the iron-faced man suddenly exploded the judge's pen in his left hand, and twelve bone-piercing spikes shot out like flowers from the sky.
"Come again?"
Xu Yunfan laughed so hard that the pine needles fell off his body, and his skin glowed with a bronze luster. He charged towards the hidden weapon without dodging or avoiding.
The bone-piercing awl scratched against Tong's body, creating sparks. His feet, as big as cushions, stomped on the frozen ground, causing it to crack. He rolled over the snowfield like a chariot.
When the iron-faced man took the eighth step of his retreat, Xu Yunfan's heavy hammer had already smashed his heart-protecting mirror. The remaining force shattered his internal organs into pieces, and he fell far away and lay motionless.
The young man in hemp clothes had already been running down the mountain when the iron-faced man had his finger severed, and his deerskin boots left messy tracks on the ice.
Xu Yunfan took a deep breath, and when he pushed the Bronze Body Skill to its extreme, the Qi and blood in his body were like boiling water, and white mist like a steamer rose from his body.
He took a step forward, and suddenly a powerful force came from the ground behind his other heel, which continued to increase layer by layer and spread to his arms as his muscles moved.
The sound of the heavy hammer breaking through the air was like thunder, and the golden hammer shot out like a powerful crossbow, cutting down three white birch trees without losing its force.
When Mayinian heard the evil wind behind his head, he was immediately frightened. At the moment he fell down in a panic, a 220-jin steel hammer flew past his hair and smashed a cow-like stone in front of him into powder.
"Grandpa, spare my life!"
The young man collapsed in the snow and wailed, with fishy and smelly stains all over his crotch.
Xu Yunfan slowly approached on the snow, leaving inch-deep footprints in the thick snow with every step.
He lifted the sledgehammer with one hand, and half a bloody lung lobe was still hanging on the wolf tooth nail on the hammer head.
With a slight shake of his wrist, a force caused the heavy steel hammer to vibrate like a spring, and the broken flesh on the wolf tooth nail was shaken off.
"He runs fast."
The hammer handle suddenly swept across, shattering the young man's knees.
Amidst the screams, Xu Yunfan stepped on the opponent's thigh, adding to the pain. The screams of the young man in hemp clothes became like the cry of a beast, shrill and unpleasant.
"Howl again, and you'll really die."
Upon hearing this, the young man in hemp clothes stopped howling miserably. Even though he was shaking with pain, he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Xu Yunfan looked calm as he took out the key bone-training techniques recorded at Tieqiao Town Pass from his arms.
"Is this thing real?"
"Real, truer than real gold!" The young man in hemp clothes said, his lips trembling as he endured the severe pain, "We dug it out from the ruins of the Tieyi Gate in Beimang Mountain. The situation was too chaotic at the time, and I only managed to grab this fragment."
Seeing Xu Yunfan's eyes quickly turn cold, he said anxiously, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I have an important clue. The Iron Armor Sect was said to have been destroyed overnight, but in fact, they have many hiding places. I just happened to know it, just happened to know it!"
Xu Yunfan: "Tell me about it. If you can satisfy me, I can spare your life."
The young man in hemp clothes did not dare to hesitate. He was sure that if he hesitated even a little, the heavy hammer hanging above his head would fall down with a loud bang.
"There's a steep cliff behind Tiejian Mountain in Qingzhou. Sixty meters down, there's a circular platform. Hidden within it is the Tieyi Sect's heritage. It definitely contains the complete Tieyi Sect's secrets for securing the Iron Bridge, and perhaps even the wealth accumulated by the Tieyi Sect over the years!"
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, absolutely not!"
The young man in hemp clothes had a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.
"This is the clue I got while digging through the ruins at the former site of Tieyimen. It came from an unburned note left by Yuan Zheng, a true disciple of Tieyimen.
I originally wanted to do some shopping in the black market in Beiye City, and then go back to Beimang Mountain to inform everyone to go explore."
At this point, the hemp-clothed youth seemed to feel that something was amiss with his words, and quickly added, "But now that you know, I will naturally not make any unnecessary moves. I am a disciple of the Yaozi Sect of Beimang Mountain, and I am proficient in all kinds of clues to ancient tomb mechanisms. If you can spare my life, sir, you will definitely make a profit."
Xu Yunfan seemed to be thinking about something, and slowly moved the golden hammer hanging over the head of the young man in hemp clothes.
Seeing this, the young man in hemp clothes couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
As long as you can survive, as long as you can survive, pass the message to Master immediately!
He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look up, for fear that Xu Yunfan would see him.
"I'll go check it out when I have time."
Hearing Xu Yunfan's voice without any emotion, accompanied by the sound of air tearing, the young man in hemp clothes couldn't help but look up, and saw the heavy hammer that should have been pulled away falling like a cannonball.
The young man in hemp clothes had his head blown apart.
When Xu Yunfan tore open his bloodstained jacket, his brows suddenly frowned.
Where did the banknote he gave me go?
After searching carefully and finding nothing useful, Xu Yunfan stood up and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
I lost a thousand taels tonight.
I always feel a little pain in my heart for no reason.
I shouldn't have given so much.
Still too young!
I was a little emotional after being provoked by that hunchbacked old man just now.
This is a big taboo and we need to pay attention to it in the future.
This kind of honey trap can only happen once and not again.
Xu Yunfan sighed inwardly, and after making sure that there was no one else around, he turned around and quickly returned to the fight scene, carefully searching the bodies of the Iron-faced Man and others.
However, just like the young man in hemp clothes, nothing could be found on him.
You deserve to be beaten to death if you come out to rob without anything on you!
Xu Yunfan muttered to himself for a while, and without hesitation, he used snow to roughly wipe the dirt off the Weng Jinchui, picked up the black cloth and covered it again.
Then he strode away quickly from the battlefield.
"Miss, we're here, we're in Beiye City!"
A team of about 20 to 30 people was standing quietly at the foot of the gate of Beiye City.
In the sedan chair next to it, a white and slender hand lifted the curtain and looked at the Beiye City standing in the darkness like a crawling giant beast, quietly hovering above the earth.
Standing next to the sedan chair, a sturdy man wrapped in a coat, with a sword in his hand, looked up at the city in front of him and sighed.
"No matter how you look at it, there's always something scary in the dark."
The young man next to him was extremely thin and his steps were very light, like a civet cat stepping on the ground, without making any sound, and his movements were extremely agile.