"Do you know where those people are now?" Baihe asked.
The Second War General looked at Baihe in surprise and said, "A few of them are hunting in the Hunting Battlefield of the Zhan Lan District. There is also a woman who was sent to the Warlord's place."
"Speaking of which, they were really lucky. The Warlord had not appeared for thousands of years. More than a decade ago, he was wandering around and accidentally discovered this woman in the Zhan Lan District. She had great potential, so I sent her to the Zhan Lan District. The Warlord also bestowed many cultivation resources to the Zhan Lan District."
It was obvious that the Second War General was very grateful to that woman.
However, to Fang Chen and Qing Hou's ears, these words were exceptionally jarring to their ears.
Fang Chen clenched his fists tightly. He was furious, but his rationality told him not to act rashly. He had to restrain himself.
He still did not possess the strength to go against the Warlord. Once he was exposed, he would definitely die.
"I wonder how that woman is doing now?" Baihe asked.
Along the way, he already knew that Fang Chen was looking for the human martialists who had been banished here in the past decade. Furthermore, they were all banished from the Great Devil Sky.
Since he knew about this, he naturally had to help inquire.
In his heart, he was still very grateful to Fang Chen for saving his life.
He treated Fang Chen as a good friend.
The Second War General glanced at Baihe and said, "That woman was very lucky. She was accepted as the Warlord's seventh disciple. Moreover, she was his most favored disciple. She was originally a Loose Cultivator, but she suddenly became one of the noblest people in the Warlord's territory." The Second War General was a little envious.
Upon hearing this, Fang Chen heaved a sigh of relief.
"Why are you asking about this?" the Second War General asked.
Baihe grinned and said, "Nothing. I was just asking casually."
The Second War General arranged for Fang Chen and the other two to stay in the Zhan Lan District.
A few days later, the First War General personally came to reconstruct his disciple's body.
In just a year, Baihe's body had been completely reconstructed.
Of course, during this year, Fang Chen did not give up on cultivating.
His body had reached the peak of the Ninth Level. He was only one step away from attaining the Tenth Level.
As for the Asura Sword Art, he had a flash of inspiration and created another move.
The sixteenth move, when combined with the Blue Orchid Butterfly Cloud Hand, had the characteristic of being dazzling, making it difficult to distinguish which move was the real one.
Illusory and real, true and false, its power was abnormally strong.
Especially when used with the Cloud Palm of Blue Orchid, it was terrifyingly powerful.
With his current strength, almost no one in the Mystic Light Realm was his match.
At this moment, Fang Chen already had the strength to challenge the Mysterious True Realm.
Qing Hou's progress was rather average. He had always been engrossed in the study of puppets. He had been constantly researching new moves based on the Annihilation Puppets.
Up until now, he had no experience in the art of puppetry, so he could only rely on himself to figure it out.
As for the Barbarian, he was getting stronger and stronger. He walked the path of body refinement.
Every time he gained an epiphany, he would compete with Fang Chen in physical strength.
However, he was defeated by Fang Chen every time. In the end, he simply treated Fang Chen as his sparring partner.
Fang Chen did not refuse.
One day, Bai He came to find him.
"Brother Fang."
Bai He greeted Fang Chen.
"Congratulations, Brother Bai He, for reconstructing your physical body," Fang Chen said.
Bai He smiled. "It's all thanks to Brother Fang. Otherwise, I would probably have died at the hands of the Iron Void Worm."
Returning to the main topic, Bai He said with a serious expression, "My master is currently discussing some important matters with Martial Uncle. They will probably return in three months.
At that time, I will also leave. "
"I've already asked around about the Hunting Battlefield. The person you're looking for might be in the Hunting Battlefield."
Hearing this, Fang Chen and the other two's expressions changed greatly.
The Hunting Battlefield was a cruel place. The low-tier cultivators of every battle zone would enter the Hunting Battlefield to hunt.
Every person they killed would be counted as one contribution point.
The more contribution points they accumulated, the more rewards they would be able to exchange for.
"I'll take you there now, but after you enter, you have to listen to my orders. Don't act recklessly," Bai He said.
… …
In a garden, two old men sat on a rock.
Although they looked old, the auras they emitted were extremely powerful.
"Junior Brother, how's the Zhan Lan District recently?" The one who spoke was the first general, who was also Bai He's master.
The first general was under the Battle Monarch and was highly regarded.
"Senior Brother, you know that I don't like fighting. That's why the Zhan Lan District has always been like this," the second general said.
The first general nodded and said, "The Blackstone Prison will not be peaceful for a while. Be careful."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the second general's expression changed.
What was the cause of the ripples that affected the Blackstone Prison?
"Could it be a battle between the Five Great Kings?" the second general asked anxiously.
"Junior Brother, there are some things that you and I are not allowed to know," the first general said.
The First War General said, "I came here for Baihe and to discuss some matters with you."
"Please speak, Senior Brother."
While the two great generals were discussing matters, Baihe had already led Fang Chen and the other two into the Hunting Battlefield.
"The Hunting Battlefield is very big. However, those who came from the Zhan Lan District are all in this small area and do not dare to go too far," Bai He said. "Once you go too far, you will be surrounded and no one can save you."
"There's a camp in front. Let's go take a look."
After Bai He finished speaking, he took a step forward.
In the Hunting Battlefield, thick smoke filled the air. Towering trees stood tall and dense weeds grew everywhere.
In an empty space.
"Kid, hand over your merit points obediently."
A ferocious-looking man was threatening the other party to hand over his merit points.
Bang!
He punched out and sent the thin man flying.
The latter fell to the ground with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were red, but he was powerless to resist.
"To think that I, Han Yuan, the First Disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect, have fallen to such a pathetic state."
Han Yuan struggled to get up from the ground with a bitter smile on his face.
The attack from the Sky Pillar Zong Family not only extinguished Han Yuan's hope, but also the Wuji Sword Sect.
Han Yuan and the others were captured along with the Star and Moon. However, his situation was very difficult.
Until he was banished to the Blackstone Prison.
Now, he had finally found some hope and accumulated enough merit points to exchange for rewards and increase his strength.
However, he had met this evil tyrant.
"Are you going to hand it over or not?" The evil tyrant threatened.
Han Yuan clenched his fists and was furious. In the end, he shook his head and sighed, choosing to compromise.
"I …"
Before Han Yuan could finish speaking, a familiar voice came from behind him.
"No."
Han Yuan was stunned for a moment and turned his head.
"Junior Brother … Fang?"
Han Yuan thought that he was hallucinating and rubbed his eyes hard.
"Is it really you?" Han Yuan shouted excitedly.
At this moment, the evil tyrant released his aura and said coldly, "Kid, you dare to meddle in other people's business?
Hand over your contribution points as well. "
Fang Chen ignored the evil tyrant and walked quickly toward Han Yuan.
"Senior Brother Han, it's me," Fang Chen said.
"Hahaha, it's really you. I thought I would never see you again."
One of the four joys of life was meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Back when they were in the Wuji Sword Sect, Han Yuan had a good relationship with Fang Chen.
After a few decades, he did not expect to meet him in the Blackstone Prison.
"Junior Brother Fang … Are you also banished?"
After the joy, Han Yuan suddenly realized this and hurriedly asked.
Seeing this, the evil tyrant was furious and attacked Fang Chen.
"Scram."
Baihe scolded and sent the evil tyrant flying with a punch.
"You're courting death."
The evil tyrant roared and used all his strength to attack Baihe.
However, the latter took out a golden token and stopped the evil tyrant's attack.
"The Second General's token?"
Seeing this, the evil tyrant's expression changed and his attitude toward Baihe changed instantly.
"Greetings, Lord General."
Seeing the token was like seeing the Second Battle General himself.
"Scram. Don't let me see you again," Bayhe said.
The evil tyrant was so scared that he pissed his pants and fled in panic.
"Senior Martial Brother Han, it's a long story.
I wonder if the other brothers who were exiled with you are doing well? "This was what Fang Chen was most concerned about.
Hearing this, Han Yuan's face darkened and his emotions fluctuated.
"Alas!"
Sighing, Han Yuan continued, "Back then, we had over seventy junior brothers who were captured. In the Sky Pillar Zong Clan, they couldn't endure the torture and tried to resist. However, nine of them were killed by the Zong Clan, and the rest were banished to the Blackstone Prison."
"The Blackstone Prison is very cruel. Over the years, more than fifty junior brothers have died in the hunting battlefield."
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