The original repairer

Chapter 312 Han Xiao Duel

When Shi Chen stepped onto the main road of the island market, he immediately noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere in the market. Many cultivators were looking towards the southwest of the market.

He followed the crowd's gaze and saw that in the southwest sky, spiritual power was fluctuating and flickering frequently, as if there were cultivators fighting there.

Shi Chen frowned, curious in his heart, so he probed towards that person with his spiritual sense.

Thirty miles away, two Jindan cultivators were battling. One, in a black robe, was incredibly powerful and possessed the upper hand, while the other, wearing a face-covering bamboo hat, struggled to hold on.

A hundred feet away, a circle of monks gathered and watched the two sides fighting.

Was he being surrounded? I wonder which cultivator in the battle was treated like this. Over thirty Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators surrounded one person?

He shook his head, thinking it was none of his business, so he just ignored it. Shi Chen withdrew his consciousness, walked towards the tavern, pushed the door open, and saw that the tavern was deserted, with only a few waiters cleaning up the leftovers in the lobby.

It is intriguing that there were twelve tables for guests and at noon, when the tavern was officially full, there was no one in the tavern.

Shi Chen pulled over a waiter and asked, "Why is the tavern so deserted at noon?"

"Sir, what bad luck! I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about what happened just now." The waiter realized that the complaint he blurted out was disrespectful to the monk, and he apologized immediately.

"Tell me what happened quickly?" Shi Chen asked in a cold voice. Faced with the foul words, he felt a little angry, but he was suppressed by a series of doubts in the market.

The waiter looked at Shi Chen nervously and whispered, "Sir, you don't know, there was a powerful monk causing trouble in our tavern just now. The monk has a very bad temper and started a fight over a trivial matter. He cast a spell in the store, smashing many tables, chairs and benches. The guests were frightened and ran away." The waiter pointed to the broken tables and chairs in the corner, his face full of helplessness.

Shi Chen frowned slightly and asked, "Who is that monk causing trouble? Why is he so arrogant? Can't the market administrators do anything about it?"

The waiter sighed and replied, "That monk is wearing a black robe and looks like a member of some evil sect. He's very powerful, and in our small place, who can control him? He seems to be looking for something, and when he can't find it, he gets angry, so we can only bear it. That battle in the southwest is where they're fighting."

Shi Chen's heart moved, and he connected this information with the fight he had just seen in his mind.

He couldn't help but think carefully: Even if two people were fighting, nearly half of the tables and chairs in this hall were not damaged. The other monks who were still drinking and eating would not follow to watch. There must be something important going on between the two of them, which concerns the interests of all the monks.

Shi Chen stared at the waiter and asked seriously, "Tell me in detail what happened in the tavern just now."

Seeing Shi Chen's seriousness, the waiter didn't dare to neglect him. He recalled carefully and said, "The black-robed monk entered the shop aggressively, walked directly to a corner and sat down across from a monk wearing a bamboo hat. I don't know what he said, but ten breaths later he shouted, 'Han Xiao, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. If you refuse to speak, don't blame me for being rude.' Then he started fighting. The two of them fought as they left the market and headed southwest. The other customers saw what was happening and followed him."

"Han Xiao?" Shi Chen asked doubtfully, then suddenly remembered something. He quickly rushed out of the tavern, threw out five low-grade spirit stones, and flew away into the air. The spirit stones just fell gently into the arms of the waiter.

"Thank you, sir!" The waiter didn't know whether the monk heard him or not, but he put away the spirit stone, clasped his fists and bowed with a smile on his face.

Thirty miles away from the island market, a black-robed monk waved his hands, and spiritual power burst out, turning into countless black needles, sweeping towards Han Xiao. Each black needle carried a chilling murderous intent.

Han Xiao fought hard, his hat was shaking under the impact of the black needles, and his flying sword drew rays of light, barely resisting the black-robed monk's round after round of fierce attacks.

The black-robed monk shouted, "Han Xiao, if you don't tell me the secret of the floating city today, don't blame me for scaring you to pieces!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the space where the battle was taking place, causing pain in the eardrums of some of the surrounding monks with lower cultivation levels.

Han Xiao responded with gritted teeth: "I will not tell you the secret of the floating city. You, the man who killed your master and ancestors, don't dream of it!" After that, he dodged left and right, trying to avoid the attack of the black-robed monk, but those black needles followed him like a shadow, chasing him closely.

Seeing that Han Xiao refused to give in, the black-robed monk quickly formed seals with his hands again and muttered something.

Suddenly, those black needles merged together to form a huge black python. The python opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Han Xiao. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Han Xiao's face changed. He knew very well how powerful this move was.

He hastily threw the flying sword in his hand, which quickly grew larger in the air, emitting a dazzling light. Han Xiao continuously cast spells with both hands, and the flying sword slashed towards the black python.

The flying sword and the python collided with each other, causing a strong spiritual power fluctuation. The surrounding monks all used their spiritual power to resist this fluctuation.

The black-robed monk frowned. He hadn't expected Han Xiao to be able to withstand this attack. He snorted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he rushed towards Han Xiao. He intended to fight Han Xiao in close combat, not giving him a chance to cast his spells.

Han Xiao didn't flinch when he saw the black-robed monk charging at him. He recalled his flying sword, gripped it tightly, and lunged at the black-robed monk. The two instantly engaged in a fierce exchange of blows and kicks, their spiritual energy overflowing.

Shi Chen happened to be flying nearby on his sword at this moment. Seeing this scene, he secretly admired Han Xiao's strength.

Although he was at a disadvantage, he was able to hold on for so long under such a fierce attack from the black-robed monk, which showed that he also had his extraordinary qualities.

I saw two people going back and forth in the field, testing each other and being wary of each other.

Gradually, the close combat between the black-robed monk and Han Xiao became more intense. The black-robed monk's boxing skills were fierce and powerful, and each punch was accompanied by black spiritual power fluctuations, like a burning black flame.

Han Xiao dodged the attacks of the black-robed monk with his agile body, and at the same time, he stabbed out with the flying sword in his hand from time to time, looking for the black-robed monk's flaws.

Suddenly, the black-robed monk moved sideways to avoid Han Xiao's fatal sword. The flying sword pierced into the right chest of the black-robed monk. He used his skills to confine the flying sword within his body.

Then he grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand and kicked Han Xiao in the waist. Han Xiao was unable to dodge and was kicked.

The black-robed monk took advantage of the victory and grabbed Han Xiao with both hands, kicking him in the chest. Han Xiao flew backwards, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth in mid-air, and then he fell into the Xiyuan Sea.

The black-robed monk formed seals with his hands, and a black spiritual chain followed Han Xiaofei. He wanted to capture him alive and ask him about the secret of the floating city.