Chapter 12 Reward

Yang Che calmly put the Flying Fire Needle back into the meteor box, and kept the meteor box open, ready to take action at any time.

The sky was getting dark, and the towering trees in the mountains and forests made it even darker.

With a 'whoosh' sound, a ray of cold light suddenly shot out from the dense forest on the side of the road, spinning in a circle and causing bursts of screams.

"It's a boomerang, run away."

Someone shouted, and the crowd suddenly became commotion.

Immediately afterwards, several more boomerangs were shot into the crowd, bringing up pieces of blood, and several more miners died on the spot.

Yang Che's eyes turned cold and he roughly captured the location of the person who issued the hidden weapon.

He concentrated and held his breath, staring at a certain place in the dense forest. Then he raised his hand and six flying fire needles shot away.

"Ah" a muffled groan came from the forest. Hearing the sound, Yang Che threw out the flying fire needle again. After hearing a chaotic rolling sound in the forest, it fell silent again.

Yang Che took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into the forest, and soon found an old corpse.

The red light of the meteor box flashed, and all the flying fire needles were retracted.

At this time, the crowd of miners screamed again and again, and several more miners died under hidden weapons.

Yang Che shuttled through the dense forest and soon sensed a presence somewhere in front of him.

Without any hesitation, a large number of flying fire needles were thrown out, piercing directly into the place where the breath was.

"Who?" shouted angrily from the front.

Yang Che speeded up and moved closer to the aura.

With a 'whoosh' sound, a sharp stone half the size of a fist whizzed towards him.

Yang Che quickly dodged and hid behind a nearby towering tree.

The sharp stone pierced the bark of the tree. Yang Che ducked and recognized it as the hidden weapon 'Locust Stone' mentioned by Mr. Wei.

Yang Che's mana recovered slightly, he directly took out a flying fire needle, injected it with mana, and threw it forward fiercely.

"Ah" screamed, and then there was no sound.

Killed another one.

Yang Che ran to the body and found a thin man with wide eyes and confusion and unwillingness on his face.

After retracting all the flying fire needles, Yang Che suddenly heard a rustling sound in the forest, as if several people were surrounding him from different directions.

Yang Che's heart sank and he immediately dived deep into the mountain forest.

After these experts from the outer sect of the Wu Sect discovered that someone was trying to kill them, they had given up on the miners and began to surround Yang Che in a tacit understanding.

While Yang Che was walking through the mountains and forests, he was thinking quickly about how to completely get rid of these black sect masters behind him.

Just killing two people had completely exhausted the little mana he had barely recovered.

However, the power of the Flying Fire Needle is greatly reduced immediately without the injection of mana, which is far from comparable to that of the injection of mana.

And without magic power, if caught by these people, it is very likely that one's life will not be saved.

Without any choice, Yang Che fled with all his strength.

Months of venom absorption strengthened the skin membrane, and now Yang Che clearly felt the benefits.

The thorns in the mountains and forests that could normally scratch his skin had no effect on him now, as if they were scratching an itch.

Therefore, Yang Che didn't care about these thorns at all, and his speed was much faster.

At this time, he also thought of the several spells included at the end of the ancient book of "Purple Yuan Jue". There was one called "Wind Control Jue", which could help monks run like the wind. Unfortunately, the spell was too difficult and he could not participate in it. Enlightenment, I don’t know where to start. But at this moment, Yang Che is more and more yearning for magic.

Two hours later, Yang Che was exhausted.

He originally wanted to find a hidden place where he could sit down and recover his mana, but there was a person behind him who was really good at light skills. No matter how he ran, this person could always follow him, making it impossible for him to get rid of him completely.

With a 'whoosh', a cold light suddenly appeared. Yang Che instinctively turned his body, and his left shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain, and blood surged.

A green flying knife actually stabbed into his left shoulder. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, so it only hurt the flesh and not the bones.

Without any hesitation, Yang Che took out a 'Yuan Yuan Pill' and swallowed it in his mouth. Then an idea flashed in his mind, and he ran a little deeper and then stopped, no longer tired of running.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to frantically restore his mana.

Within a moment, the man with the skill in Qinggong caught up with him.

Seeing that Yang Che's left shoulder was stained red with blood and he was sitting on the ground sluggishly, a look of pride filled his eyes. He secretly thought that this young man had not defeated him after all, and he couldn't help but become more confident in his Qing Gong.

Yang Che opened his eyes and found that this man was about forty years old and had black spots on his face. He was actually a middle-aged pockmarked man.

In order to gain more time to recover his mana, Yang Che deliberately coughed, pretended to be seriously injured, and said weakly: "I am a disciple of Wei Yongzheng. For the sake of my fellow sect, can you let me go?"

The middle-aged Mazi immediately showed doubts on his face when he heard this, and said coldly: "Disciple of Old Wei? Impossible. If you are really a disciple of Old Wei, how could you possibly kill our people?"

"I am really a disciple of Mr. Wei. Do you know how Mr. Wei died? It was Jia Yunzhi who colluded with Feng Xu from Jade Tower to assassinate Mr. Wei. After Feng Xu failed, Jia Yunzhi found two more masters from nowhere and teamed up to secretly injure him seriously. Mr. Wei was poisoned and died of serious injuries. "

Yang Che spoke very quickly, and after he finished speaking, he took advantage of the middle-aged Mazi's stunned moment to continue working hard to restore his mana.

"Boy, regardless of how credible your words are, it is true that you killed someone from our outer sect. I will definitely destroy you today and take you back to Wumen to confront you."

The middle-aged Mazi shouted violently, and with a flash of cold light in his hand, two flying knives shot toward Yang Che's legs.

Yang Che's hawk-like eyes reappeared, and he suddenly threw out the flying fire needle that had been infused with magic power in his palm, and hit the two flying knives with two dings.

The flying knives changed direction and fell to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, Yang Che threw out two more flying fire needles, which pierced the knees of the middle-aged pockmarked man in a flash.

"Ah, you..."

The middle-aged pockmarked man's legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his face full of disbelief.

Yang Che quickly retracted the flying fire needle, jumped into the forest, and disappeared.

About half an incense stick of time, the other people chased here one after another and found the middle-aged pockmarked man whose legs could no longer move.

The middle-aged pockmarked man immediately told the others what Yang Che had said before. The few people were shocked, carried the middle-aged pockmarked man, and hurried back to Wumen.

Although Wei Yongzheng was a person who was punished by the sect, if someone in the sect really colluded with other sects to assassinate Wei Yongzheng, it would be a terrible thing...

Yang Che hid in the mountains and forests for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that those people were no longer chasing him.

He found a remote place, and after fully recovering his magic power, he was not in a hurry to leave, but continued to practice for more than a month, and then he left the mountains and forests and rushed along the road to the Wanglong Mountains.

One day, Yang Che came to a town very close to Wanglong Mountain.

He was so hungry that he couldn't wait to find a restaurant to have a good meal.

At this time, in order to ensure that the things on his body would not be discovered, he had already put on a big hat to cover his face.

But as soon as he walked into the town, he found that there were bounty orders hanging on the white walls on both sides of the street. One of the portraits was surprisingly a bit like himself?

When he got closer, Yang Che couldn't help but feel depressed, and at the same time he felt a sense of injustice and anger.

This was a bounty issued by Wumen. Anyone who could capture him and bring him to Wumen would receive a bounty of 200 taels.

"This Wumen doesn't seem to be a righteous sect. They can't tell right from wrong."

Yang Che sneered in his heart and pulled his hat down.

He had originally let the pockmarked man go in the hope that he would bring a message to Wumen, but he was still rewarded.

He found an open-air noodle stall and bought two bowls of scallion oil noodles. After eating and drinking, he bought a few pancakes, quietly left the town, and continued to walk towards Wanglong Mountain.

After more than half a month of travel, Yang Che finally arrived at a big town at the foot of Wanglong Mountain, named 'Panshi Town'.

This town was the market town that governed his small village, Yangzhuang Village.

Stepping onto the familiar main street of Panshi, Yang Che was very depressed to see that there was a bounty for him in the town.

This immediately made him alert.

If Yang Hu knew about this, what would his reaction be?

Yang Che snorted in his heart and was not going to pay attention to Yang Hu for the time being. Instead, he bought some dry food and waited until nightfall. He then headed straight into Wanglong Mountain and, relying on his memory, walked quickly towards the immortal cultivator's cave, a natural rock cave.