The disciples gathered together again, and some who were seriously injured crushed the communication stone. Unexpectedly, the white light was so dazzling that all the disciples, including Han Fan, fell into temporary blindness.

Han Fen had long wanted to leave the team. In his opinion, a team of two or three was the best situation. He proposed to Sima Yan, and Sima Yan agreed without even thinking.

When the two were about to leave alone, a voice sounded from the crowd:

"What will we do if you leave?" As the first sound rang out, the following ones also rang out.

"That's right, you can't leave."

"Yes, with great power comes great responsibility. You can't be so selfish and leave us behind."

"We are all from the same academy, how can we do this and abandon our fellow disciples?"

Scenes that Han Fen had only seen in movies in his previous life were reappeared here, and the ugly side of human nature was clearly revealed at this moment.

"You guys have figured it out. You came to Queshan for a test. Do you understand what a test means? Are you just testing the two of us? It has nothing to do with you? You are following us, do you think that sir will not know? You are behaving like this, sir.

We all see it, so take care of yourself!"

Sima Yan's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he cursed.

In the view of the gentleman constructed by the Confucian sages from all over the world, a gentleman must have good qualities, and abandonment is quite serious. No wonder Sima Yan was so angry.

Han Fen had seen many people like this and thought it was ridiculous, so he took Sima Yan and left.

As the two men turned around, the crowd became even more unruly in their words and actions, and some even threw stones at them.

No matter how good-tempered Han Fen was, he couldn't bear it anymore. His classmates who were studying knowledge together yesterday started talking harshly to each other today.

He turned around, clasped his hands, and six emerald-green magic balls gathered. Han Fen didn't notice that he had completed the spell casting in an instant. In the past, it took two or three seconds to prepare.

"Whoever has an opinion, please stand up!" Han Fen shouted loudly.

No one dared to respond.

"Ha." Han Fan sneered, threw away the magic ball in his hand, turned around and left, and Sima Yan followed suit.

Unknown to Han and Fan, the previous movement had disturbed many strange beasts nearby. Not long after the two left, five strange beasts attacked the crowd. In panic, the large army was completely dispersed.

…

"Roar~" As a first-level low-grade steel mane lion let out its last roar, it fell to the ground unwillingly and died.

"Han Fan, your wood-attributed magic ball is a bit abnormal." Sima Yan was amazed and walked over to the lion's body to inspect it.

"Your fire attribute attack is very high. You just killed the demon wolf instantly." Han Fen jumped down from the tree. He found that he liked hiding in the tree for sneak attacks.

"That's true." Sima Yan's admiration for Han Fen was very useful.

"By the way, I've always been curious. You always regarded me as a competitor in the academy, but why did you ask for my opinion when you first came in?" Han Fen has always felt that geniuses are the kind who have higher expectations than their own.

"I have followed the masters of my family into the mountains and have seen the dangers involved, so here, we should put aside competition and everything else, and we should work together first." Sima Yan said without raising his head.

"Very good." Han Fen nodded in agreement.

"Give me the next strange thing." Han Fen pulled off the two-foot-long hair on the temples of the Gangyanshi. The Gangyanshi was different from ordinary lions. It had hairs on its neck that were as hard as bronze. The first-order

There is one steel sideburn, and so on,

The roots of the hair on the temples were connected to the flesh and blood on the neck. Han Fen held his hands at the roots of the temples, his hands covered with blood.

"You want to fight in close quarters? This is no joke. Although our magic ball can kill you instantly, if you are hit by a strange beast, it is basically equivalent to an instant kill."

Sima Yan advised him that he had never thought that Han Fan would be so bold. In his opinion, Han Fan was a gentle person who did not like to be competitive. His answer was obvious when he provoked him last time.

"I know what's going on, don't worry." Han Fen responded, and the two set off again.

In Han Fan's heart, one thing he has always longed for is to practice swordsmanship. To say which kind of monk is the most stylish, it is the swordsman. He wants to enter Taoism through Confucianism and then practice swordsmanship.

…

Another tusked wild boar rushed over. Han Fen had already experienced it. Holding his temples with his right hand, he stood under the tree and waited quietly. Sima Yan squatted on the branch, condensing a magic ball in his hand, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

As they got closer, Han Fan calculated the distance.

"Now!" As Han Fan spoke, his half-bowed body suddenly jumped up, and the wild boar had no time to change direction.

With a "bang~" sound, the sharp fangs embedded themselves into the thick trunk.

Han Fen also happened to fall down. He held his temples with both hands. As his body fell down, he aimed at the wild boar's scarlet right eye and penetrated it hard.

"Roar..." The painful screams continued for a long time, and Sima Yan also took a breath, it was too cruel.

As if afraid that the wild boar was still alive, Han stirred his temples back and forth.

The roar gradually weakened, until finally it was completely silent.

Han Fen felt that with the practice of Jun Yu Jue, all aspects of his body's quality had been intuitively enhanced, especially his strength, agility and reflexes.

"Do you have any taboos?" Han Fen wiped the blood on his face and patted the fat body of the tusk boar and said.

"You...we...eat this?" Sima Yan stuttered a little. He was shocked by Han Fen's current image.

"Otherwise?" Han Fan asked back.

The two men took out the daggers they carried with them and began to dissect. Their hands were covered in blood, and they looked like two perverted murderers.

"Can pig intestines be eaten?" Sima Yan asked.

"I don't know, but pork liver can be fried and eaten." Han Fan replied.

"Can it be grilled and eaten?"

"It should be possible, how should I know?"

…

A fire was lit, and Han Fan and Sima Yan each took a wild boar's tusks, with pork skewered on the tusks. The pork dripped onto the fire and made a sizzling sound.

"What if this fang is broken by roasting?" Sima Yan asked worriedly.

"At least you can continue to maintain your aloofness in the academy, and you won't expose your IQ as easily as you do now." Han Fan was helpless.

Sima Yan glared at him with a small look, and Han Fen shook his head and laughed.

The golden roast pork was fragrant and full of fat. Sima Yan looked at the barbecue in Han Fen's hand and swallowed:

"Can you help me bake it?"

Han Fen handed over his roast pork, took Sima Yan's skewer and started grilling it.

After all, he is still a young man whose mind has not yet matured.

The two of them were indeed starving. They ate a lot of meat and their mouths were full of oil.

Han Fen touched the gourd on his waist. The gourd was empty when he first entered the academy. Drinking is prohibited in the academy. Han Fen was so busy practicing every day that he forgot about it.

"It would be nice if there was wine."

After he was full, Han Fen put out the fire, wrapped some pork in leaves, and left the rest beside the fire.

"Why did you stay with them?" Sima Yan became angry when he thought of those people.

"It's just that most people are like this, and not everyone is virtuous. We can't deny the last one just because nine out of ten people are bad people." Han Fan patiently reasoned with Sima Yan.

Sima Yan looked at Han Fan seriously, and he suddenly felt that the young man who was traveling with him was shining with a light that was more dazzling than the setting sun.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight through the forest was already dim. There was no complete sky in the forest. Han Feng estimated the time and was a little worried about where he should sleep tonight.

Han Fan and Sima Yan walked one behind the other, with Han Fan taking the rear and Sima Yan leading the way. As they walked, Han Fan looked at the surrounding scene.

"Han Fen, how about we sleep in a tree at night?" Sima Yan suggested.

"Can you please not use words like ours that are easily misunderstood for this kind of thing? Who wants to sleep with you?" Han Fan rolled his eyes.

Sima Yan curled his lips and glared over again.

After discussion, the two finally decided to spend the night in an open space. The open space was at least twenty meters away from the surrounding bushes. Even if there was an attack by a strange beast, they would have time to react. The two took turns to keep watch, with Sima Yan staying in front for half the night and Han Fen in the back.

midnight.

In the middle of the night, a demon wolf attacked. After Han Fen killed him instantly, he seemed to suddenly remember something and ran away when he mentioned the snoring Sima Yan.

"Are you sick?" Sima Yan realized that he was already running while he was half asleep and half awake.

"It's a demon wolf, you fool, wake up!" Han Fan shouted.

"What's wrong with the demon wolf?" Sima Yan broke away from the hand holding his clothes and followed Han Fan.

"Brother, demon wolves often go out in groups at night." Han Fan was about to be fooled to death by Sima Yan.

"Holy shit, shit, shit!" Sima Yan came to his senses completely.

As if cooperating with Han Fan, the sound of dense footsteps came from behind, and Han Fan turned around. Because the demon wolf's hair was black, it seemed that it only had a pair of green vertical pupils floating in the night when it was out at night.

What Han Fan saw were countless green vertical pupils floating in the thick night.

"What should we do now?" Sima Yan shouted, the wind was booming in his ears, and Sima Yan was afraid that Han Fan wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Let's do it later?" Han Fan asked tentatively.

"What? Go back and take it out?" Sima Yan looked confused.

"..."

The demon wolf is known for its speed. After a while, Han Fan could clearly hear the sound of running not far behind him.

"There is no way to keep running like this. We will definitely be caught up." Sima Yan said.

"There's nothing we can do. Climb up the tree and hold on!" Han Fen said and took the lead in climbing up a nearby giant tree, followed closely by Sima Yan. Han Fen offered his hand, and Sima Yan quickly climbed up. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!