GBP Chapter 232 The Old Man Who Suddenly Appeared
Chapter 232 The Old Man Who Suddenly Appeared
During one encounter, a group of bandits rushed over, their leader a burly man with a face full of flesh. He brandished a large knife and shouted viciously, "Hand over Chen Xiner, and those 300,000 black crystal coins will be ours!"
Lin Feng frowned, a flicker of contempt in his eyes. He gently patted the horse's neck, and the animal, as if understanding his intention, neighed loudly and charged forward. Lin Feng's longsword unsheathed like a flash of lightning, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With his nimble figure, he charged into the bandits like a cheetah.
"You think you can stop us with just a bunch of rabble?" Lin Feng said coldly, his voice as cold as a blade.
Not to be outdone, Chen Yu and Xu Tian quickly joined the fray. Chen Yu's spear thrust out like a venomous snake, each strike carrying a fierce aura. Xu Tian wielded a pair of heavy battle axes, their blades whirring as they sliced through the air.
Chen Xiner hid behind Lin Feng, her small hands tightly grasping the corner of Lin Feng's clothes, her eyes full of fear. She whispered, "Lin Feng, be careful."
During the battles of the past few days, some teams chose to launch surprise attacks. One night, while they were resting in a forest, a group of dark shadows quietly approached. These shadows moved swiftly, like ghosts.
However, Lin Feng and his companions had extremely sharp perceptions. Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "There are enemies. Prepare to fight." His eyes were alert, and he held his sword tightly in his hand.
When the sneak attacking enemies rushed out, Lin Feng and his men were already prepared. After a fierce battle, the sneak attackers were beaten and fled.
Some teams simply engaged in a head-on confrontation. During one encounter, a group of bandits on horseback rushed in from all directions. Their numbers were numerous, almost double those of Lin Feng and his team. However, the strongest of these bandits was only at the Grandmaster level, and their attacks seemed powerless in front of Lin Feng and his team.
At this time, in a nearby forest, Hu Fei was quietly observing Lin Feng and his team with a team. Hu Fei was a burly, middle-aged man with a cunning expression on his face. His heart was filled with conflict. On the one hand, he longed for the 300,000 Mysterious Crystal Coins, and on the other, he was deeply wary of Lin Feng's strength.
One of his men said anxiously, "Great Elder, when are we going to take action? If we don't act now, those 300,000 Mysterious Crystal Coins will be snatched away by someone else."
Hu Fei frowned and said through gritted teeth: "Don't be impatient, Lin Feng's strength is no joke. We have to wait for a perfect opportunity and can't act rashly." He stared at Lin Feng and the others, with greed flashing in his eyes.
Besides Hu Fei's team, there was also a group of demonic cult members secretly watching. These demonic cult members wore black robes and strange masks on their faces. Their aura was eerie and terrifying, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.
"Hehe, Lin Feng, you can't escape from our clutches." A member of the Demon Sect said grimly, his voice was creepy.
The other sects also coveted the three hundred thousand Mysterious Crystal Coins. After all, such a huge fortune would be tempting for everyone. However, when they thought of Lin Feng's terrifying strength and his amazing talent, they couldn't help but shudder.
Rumor has it that Lin Feng has broken the record for the youngest Grandmaster ever, and is also the youngest person ever to possess the combat power of a Grand Grandmaster. Some even say that Lin Feng has a strong chance of becoming the empire's second demigod. Demigods, on the other hand, stand at the pinnacle of the world. Even the world's saints pale in comparison to them.
An elder from a sect frowned and said, "This Lin Feng is not someone we can easily provoke." His eyes were full of awe.
In this situation, only those who are blinded by money and don't know the consequences of their lives would desperately want to capture Chen Xiner and send her back to the Chen family in Jinyan City.
As night fell, Lin Feng and his companions stopped in a secluded place. They built a bonfire, and the flames danced in the darkness, bringing them a sense of warmth and security.
Lin Feng said, "Let's take turns on guard duty, otherwise we won't be able to sleep peacefully." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.
Chen Yu nodded and said, "I'll go first." He walked to the side, found a high spot, and stood there quietly, vigilantly watching the movements around him. His eyes were sharp, like a hunting hawk, not missing any sign of danger.
Night, as dark as ink, enveloped the earth. All around was silence, as if the entire world had fallen asleep. In the secluded campsite, the embers of the campfire emitted a faint red glow, like the light of life struggling in the darkness.
Chen Yu stood quietly on the heights, like a silent statue. His eyes, like the sharp eyes of a hawk, warily scanned the surroundings in the darkness. His figure was like a tall, solitary pine tree, unmoved in the night wind, guarding the sleeping Lin Feng, Chen Xiner, and Xu Tian.
Lin Feng lay on the ground, his face calm, as if momentarily oblivious to the dangers of his journey. Chen Xin'er, like a fragile kitten, curled up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in her sleep, as if she were dreaming an uneasy dream. Xu Tian lay on his side, one hand habitually resting on the weapon at his side. It was a habit he had developed over the years, always ready to respond to any possible danger, even in sleep.
In the distant darkness, the demonic cultists and the team led by Hu Fei from Jinyan City were like lurking wolves, closely watching the campsite of Lin Feng and his companions. Their eyes flashed with greed and cunning, like a group of hunters waiting in the darkness for their chance to pounce on unsuspecting prey.
Suddenly, a ghostly old man with a white beard appeared before Hu Fei and his companions. A young man in his teens followed him. Hu Fei and his fellow warriors' eyes widened, their hearts racing as a strong sense of alarm washed over them.
This old man was none other than Jian Cang, the Eighth Elder of Xinghai Peak. Jian Cang's graying beard and hair stood out against the night sky, but Hu Fei was surprised to discover that beneath his seemingly aged appearance, his skin was delicate and smooth, as if he were a young man in his twenties or thirties pretending to be an old man.
Hu Fei frowned, his mind racing. The old man's sudden appearance made him realize he had come with ill intentions. He didn't want to easily clash with this mysterious old man, because from his calm aura, he could sense that this man's strength was definitely not to be underestimated.