Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 172: Tracing the Sagara Desert
"Junior, why don't you stay here for some time?" The City Lord escorted Zhou Fan and also the Two Twin Axes to the front of the residence gate.
Zhou Fan smiled in response to the City Lord's remark. "You don't need to worry, City Lord. After all the waves of beast attacks had ended."
The City Lord scratched the nape of his head, smiling awkwardly feeling uneasy. "I don't mean to use you junior, but really Zi City owes you."
"Okay City Lord, we'll go." Zhou Fan turned around, leaving the City Lord's residence. After all he had received the reward of ten thousand banknotes, what should he do other than leave, he should continue on his way.
Zhou Fan knew that the City Lord intended to hold him back for fear of the attack of the beast wave. On the tenth wave of City Lords as well as the townspeople were already overwhelmed, in case of another attack it was possible that Zi City would be completely destroyed.
Day after day passed and Zhou Fan was now in the southern region of Zi City, a fairly barren region with vast deserts.
"Young master, could it be that the old man is deceiving? There is absolutely no sign of rare plants around this desert." Ciu San circulated the view and as far as the eye could see there was only a very hot yellowish sand burning his feet.
Zhou Fan wiped the sweat on his forehead, while both eyes did not stop looking. But one day he was in the sagara desert region, not finding the existence of the seven-colored fire lotus at all.
Before this Zhou Fan had accidentally met a man who claimed to be a hermit. He was an old man who was considered insane and kept saying about the rare resources that grew up in the middle of the sagara desert.
No one believed the old man's words, until Zhou Fan became interested in the natural resources and the old hermit told him about the existence of the seven-colored fire lotus.
Although every word that came out of the old hermit's mouth was not known the truth. Somehow Zhou Fan wanted to be sure of himself, he explored the sagara desert with clues coming out of the old hermit's mouth.
"We'll look for some more time, after which we'll leave even if we don't find anything." Zhou Fan thought the sagara desert was vast, perhaps he just had not found the place.
The desert sagara area was almost a quarter of the Zi city area and they had only traced half of it. Too soon to say no before they go down every inch of the sagara desert.
Zhou Fan walked back, stepping where the foot took him. Zhi Long and Ciu San followed behind, as did Zhou Jim who did not stop sniffing the scent around.
Zhou Fan's ambition to find a seven-colored fire lotus was no excuse, the herb was a much needed plant and became the basic ingredient in making soul pills other than the essence beast.
In his storage ring there was already the essence of the beast that had been purified, if he managed to obtain the seven-colored fire lotus he would be able to create a soul pill. Of course it would boost his cultivation and would rise significantly.
An opportunity like this where he might miss, although only hope is also not a problem during the effort.
Time after time passed, the searching Zhou Fan began to feel doubtful. When he was about to return and no longer searched, a group of people came with horses. Tattered clothes with dreadlocks and weapons at the waist, they looked creepy.
"The three of you have entered our region-the desert bandits! If you want to safely remove the storage ring and leave it to us." The man in the front row pointed at the sword while issuing a threat.
Zhou Fan was in a bad feeling after not finding the existence of the seven-colored fire lotus. But these bandits came to head while pointing guns at him, suddenly it provoked his anger.
Hands clenched, jaws hardened. Mouth reluctantly said, ignoring the old man's words.
The bandit leader was furious to see that his words were only considered as a prank. With his creepy clothes is this the attitude of his victims, shouldn't they bend their knees while begging for mercy?
"Quick surrender!" The bandit leader descended from the horse, walking still with the sword pointed forward.
Zhou Fan shook his head, while the Two Twin Axes had taken out an axe preparing to attack. They were waiting for the order, just one word they would instantly charge over and slaughter the dozens of bandits that had come.
But Zhou Fan raised one hand, making Ciu San and Zhi Long frown in surprise.
"Let me face it," Zhou Fan said without taking out a weapon, going to fight empty-handed.
The bandit leader who heard Zhou Fan's words squinted his eyes, then laughed as he looked at the fellow behind him. "Haha... He's gone mad in frustration, one against fifteen, really looking to die."
The dozens of bandits laughed, feeling ridiculous at what Zhou Fan said.
Hem...
Zhou Fan snorted, darting his fist.
The bandit leader was shocked to the point of widening his eyes. Just one blink of Zhou Fan had been before him, a flying hand hitting his face.
Bang out!
The stocky body was blown dozens of steps away, dragged on burning hot sand.
The bandit leader got up, the back of the clothes torn because it could not resist the hot sand scratches. His face was bruised, Zhou Fan's former punch.
"Damn! You attacked secretly, if not where might I -- "
Bang out!
Bang out!
Bang out!
Not yet had the bandit leader finished his words, one two even three fists lodged in his body. Starting from the stomach, chest and even face got a blow. Sontak made him back hit by a dozen steps.
Hougs... Hougs...
From the mouth of the bandit leader seeped fresh blood that did not stop coming out, even so the old man still tried to get up and tighten the sword in his hand.
"Fuck, are you guys just going to shut up and watch?!" lontar bandit leader to a dozen of his men. They immediately pulled out a weapon and stood in front of the leader.
Zhou Fan pulled a slight corner of his lips. The more it will become more exciting. Blame only those who come at the wrong time, when he was in a bad situation they came to rob. It is not his fault for being cruel.
Wush...
Zhou Fan darted, hurrying with two extremely deadly fist fists.
One two blows desert bandits thrown. None of them had managed to land an attack on Zhou Fan's body, his clothes were still as perfect as before.
Zhou Fan did not give any mercy at all, fifteen people were made to look up in the face of his attack.
The bandit leader who saw the situation was not according to the plan of sneaking up and riding on the horse. But what he did not know, Zhou Fan's eyes always lurked like an eagle that had locked its target.
Zhou Fan darted, gripping the bandit leader's clothes and slamming him hard.
Blam it!
The surface of the sand was shaken, the face of the bandit leader was afraid not of the gnarly.
"Don't think of running!"
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