Chapter 27: The Power of Black Silk (Part 2)

  Bai Faw didn't know how many times he had practiced what he learned, almost all the moves could be done with ease and effortlessness.

  His combat strength has increased a lot, but he is still far from being his opponent's match.

  If it weren't for wanting to see Bi Fan use all of his Blood Devil techniques, they would have made their move long ago.

  He saw Bi Fan repeatedly demonstrating his skills, but there was nothing new or special about them.

  "Kid, I didn't expect a legitimate disciple like you to practice our Demon Gate's martial skills. Hand over those skills and maybe I'll spare your life."

  Bi Fan was very clear that this demonic sect disciple would definitely not let him off, handing over the Blood Demon Great Technique would only make himself die faster.

  "If you tell me who's behind this, I'll hand over my martial skills."

  Up until now, Bi Fan still didn't know who wanted him dead, and he wanted to figure it out.

  "Little one, who wants you dead, I can tell you, but... if you don't hand over your martial skills, then you..." The man's eyes were cold and menacing as he stared at Bi Fan, his threatening intent clear.

  "Of course, I'm not skilled enough to put up a good fight, are you still afraid that I'll run away?" Chen

  "Alright, I'll tell you anyway. The one who wants you dead is an outer sect manager from Qingyang Gate, what's his name... I didn't pay attention, he's just really fat, you should be able to guess who it is."

  "It's Zhu San, and he actually colluded with the demonic sect disciples to harm me." Bi Fan was somewhat surprised.

  "Can you hand over your martial skills now?" The man was somewhat urgent.

  "Haha..." Bi Fan burst out laughing: "If you want me to hand over my martial skills, then kill me instead."

  His attitude was extremely tough and unyielding, with no room for compromise or concession to the other side.

  "Looking for death!" The man gritted his teeth and slapped out a palm, with a strong gust of wind blowing on his face, like a knife scraping.

  "Why doesn't heaven care about me? Since it gave me hope, why does it want to extinguish it? It's better to just let me be mediocre. Damn heaven! If you don't treat me well, I'll defy the heavens..."

  Bai Fan's heart was screaming and shouting, his eyes were bloodshot, and a bloodthirsty glow flashed.

  "Die!" Bi Fan used all his spiritual energy, disregarding everything and pounced on the enemy.

  "Boom!" A palm strike landed, Bi Fan retreated several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  Bi Fan directly swallowed the fresh blood and rushed towards his opponent once again.

  That person didn't want Bi Fan to die, he still hadn't gotten the martial skill he wanted.

  His hand flashed out like lightning, wanting to capture Bi Fan alive.

  Bi Fan almost lost his mind and didn't dodge at all, so he was caught by the opponent.

  "Roar!" Bifan struggled with all his might, but couldn't break free.

  "Hand over your martial skills, or I'll make sure you can't escape with your life!" The man was furious.

  "Ah!" Bi Fan let out a loud roar, his eyes bloodshot and his face twisted in a mad frenzy, as if he was ready to fight to the death. He had already lost all reason.

  Suddenly, a faint black gas emerged from Bifen's body and entered the opponent's body.

  "Aaaaah!..." The demonic sect disciple let out a blood-curdling scream.

  He let go of Bi Fan, who rolled on the ground, his face completely twisted, his body curled up into a ball, like a large shrimp.

  Bi Fan didn't know what was going on, he just waved his hands wildly, wanting to fight the enemy to the death.

  In an instant, the body of that Mo Men disciple withered away and disappeared. His corpse was gone, leaving behind only his magical tools, clothes, a large knife, and a Qian Kun bag.

  A few strands of black air flew out, grew a bit larger, and cheered as they flew back into Bi Fan's body.

  Bi Fan was completely unaware of the situation outside, he danced wildly for a while, until he was exhausted and collapsed to the ground.

  "Hmm..."

  After a long while, Bi Fan slowly woke up and looked around with his eyes.

  "Huh? I'm not dead." Bi Fan exclaimed in surprise: "Those aren't the clothes and large knife of a Mo Men disciple, are they? And there's also the Qian Kun bag..."

  Bì Fán stood up and looked around, making an inference: "It seems that some senior saved me and left all the enemy's treasures for me."

  "Thank you, unknown predecessor!" Bi Fan said loudly.

  Bi Fan calmed down his excited emotions and gathered up all the things left behind by the Mo Door disciples.

  Clothes are low-grade artifacts, big knives are high-grade artifacts, Bi Fan doesn't care about either, the Qian Kun bag is pretty good, it's just unknown whether there's anything inside.

  Bi Fan didn't have the energy to care about it, he was seriously injured and needed to recover.

  He climbed up a giant tree, sat on the branch, took out the healing pill and swallowed it down, starting to operate the Qingyang Longsheng Decree, repairing his injuries.

  Two hours had passed and Bi Fan opened his eyes, his injuries were completely healed.

  Bi Fan's body was agile and nimble, and in a few movements he jumped down from the big tree.

  After a battle with Mo Meng's disciple, Bi Fan was always at a disadvantage, but he gained a lot, especially in his mastery of martial skills, and became much more proficient.

  Bi Fan had a lot of insights and experiences, and he wasn't in a hurry to leave, so he immediately started demonstrating them.

  Fists like wind, swords like rain, every move and style vividly alive.

  Bi Fan had already mastered all the martial arts he had learned and could use them with ease, increasing his power exponentially.

  After practicing all the martial arts he had learned several times, Bi Fan continued on his way.

  Bi Fan soon arrived at Helin Town, it was already evening, he prepared to rest for a night and continue on his journey tomorrow.

  That night, Bi Fan once again thought back on his experience in battle, and then began to cultivate.

  After a thrilling and refreshing battle, Bi Fan felt that he was about to break through the bottleneck and become a strong master of the Zang Fu realm.

  Practiced for one night, although didn't manage to make a breakthrough, with Bi Fan's strength it was almost impossible to suddenly break through and become a master of the Innate Realm.

  The next day, Bi Fan had breakfast and set off.

  Since he was out to gain experience, Bi Fan wasn't in a hurry and took his time to sightsee along the way, just like an ordinary person rushing on a journey.

  Not long after, Bifan clearly felt that he was being followed.

  There were many people on the road, and Bi Fan didn't know who was following him either.

  Bai Fan quickened his pace intentionally, and he always felt like someone was staring at him.

  This sense of danger was not strong before meeting Mo Gate disciples, but it's also not much weaker.

  "How did I develop such a strong sense of crisis?" Bi Fan couldn't quite believe his own intuition.

  But after what happened yesterday, Bi Fan couldn't help but suspect.

  Generally speaking, the stronger one's abilities, the stronger their ability to anticipate danger.

  With Bi Fan's strength, he shouldn't have this ability. Now that he has this super strong ability, even he himself doesn't dare to believe it.

  Whether it's true or not, Bi Fan still made preparations.

  Once an enemy makes a move, Beifan has several defensive measures and even counterattack methods.

  Bi Fan pretended to be nonchalant and strolled along, but kept an eye on the surroundings.

  He's a bit strange, he just came down from the mountain, why are there so many enemies waiting for him.

  Mo Meng's disciple was invited by Zhu San to kill Bi Fan, but who is the mastermind behind this enemy? Bi Fan is very curious.

  Bi Fan started walking towards a remote area, preparing to lure out the enemy.

  It's inevitable anyway, so Bi Fan would rather face it sooner. He wasn't one to drag things out.