I have an altar of luck

"As long as Catcher Chen is willing to let me go, I will tell you a secret, a big secret."

"What secret?"

Han Feihu said solemnly:

"Ms. Han once got an autobiography, which vaguely recorded the entrance to a secret place in the Blood State, and all of it was filled with heaven and earth spirits."

"If Chen Butou is interested, you might as well cooperate with Han to enter the secret realm, and you and I will share the spiritual objects equally."

Chen Yuan chuckled lightly:

"Brother Han usually writes autobiography?"

"Do not write."

"Do you think what you wrote can be true?"

Han Feihu remained silent, as if he was thinking about how to get out.

"Hehe, brother Han's strength is amazing, even Chen can't take down Your Excellency, that's all right, let's go..."

Chen Yuan turned sideways to get out of the way.

Han Feihu looked happy, moved his feet, cupped his hands at Chen Yuan and said:

"That's really thanks to the headhunter Chen, in the future..."

When he was five steps closer to Chen Yuan, Han Feihu suddenly raised a handful of lime, and slashed at Chen Yuan with the saber in his hand.

But Chen Yuan took a step back, and a pocket crossbow arrow shot straight out from his wrist.

Chapter 71 The Bloody Saber of Mercy Temple!

The movements of the two broke out almost at the same time. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to prevent the lime from entering his eyes. The moment the crossbow in his hand was shot, Han Feihu also sensed a cold wind, and subconsciously dodged sideways.

But the crossbow still grazed Han Feihu's cheek.

"Hehe, it's not a gentleman's job to catch someone in the back and stab someone in the back!"

Han Feihu wiped the blood on his face with his hands, snorted coldly, took several steps, and slashed at Chen Yuan.

"Ding."

The scimitar in Han Feihu's hand was swung away by Chen Yuan, and then his right leg kicked on the tree trunk behind him, he bent his leg to accumulate strength, and the long knife pierced Han Feihu's chest.

"Is spreading lime the work of a gentleman?"

Chen Yuan sneered, and slashed continuously with the long knife in his hand. The Liuhe knife technique was extremely fierce. With the blessing of Chen Yuan's tyrannical strength, he actually forced Han Feihu, who was at the peak of bone refinement, to retreat a few steps.

The two clashed, and the knife light was endless within a distance of several feet, and the nearby vegetation was all cut off.

"You are a bone refiner!"

Han Feihu took a few steps back, his face was gloomy, and his arms were a little numb.

Chen Yuan didn't answer, and continued to bully him, letting Han Feihu think about it.

The long knife in Chen Yuan's hand swept across and took Han Feihu's head. He turned over, stepped on a boulder, rose into the air, and kicked Chen Yuan's chest with his right leg.

"roll!"

Chen Yuan clenched his left fist tightly, and under the dark night, a golden light burst out and collided with Han Feihu's right leg.

"boom!"

The terrifying force directly blasted Han Feihu into the air, and he retreated several steps above the ground before letting go of the force.

His right leg trembled slightly, Han Feihu stretched out his hand to pinch it, his face was gloomy and uncertain, suddenly, a piercing pain came from his cheek, and he stretched out his hand to touch it in horror.

The skin that was pierced by the crossbow arrows before has festered...

"The arrow is poisonous!"

Han Feihu growled.

Chen Yuan sneered, and ignored Han Feihu's words. If he didn't put poison, why did he put a pocket crossbow on his arm?It doesn't do much damage.

Taking a step forward, Chen Yuan held the saber in both hands, put all his will on the saber body, and slashed out.

"Oh!"

The saber that Han Feihu blocked directly broke, and the long knife in Chen Yuan's hand slashed across his chest. His clothes were torn, and the blade was deeply embedded in the flesh. Chen Yuan wanted to draw the knife, but found that the blade was tightly sucked.

Han Feihu held back the pain and grinned a cruel smile.

He held the blade with his left hand, and raised the broken blade with his right hand.

He wants to trade his life for his life!

After several years of fighting at the border, Han Feihu narrowly escaped death several times, relying on such a ruthless spirit that is not afraid of death.

"Tear!"

Han Feihu cut Chen Yuan's clothes from bottom to top with a broken knife in his hand, but before he could be happy, he saw a terrified scene.

Chen Yuan's body exuded a faint dark golden light, which was very conspicuous under the refraction of the moonlight, and the knife he drew left only a white mark.

Chen Yuan clenched his right fist, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he punched Han Feihu on the head.

"Oh!"

The plasma exploded, and under Chen Yuan's punch, Han Feihu's head shattered like a watermelon, blood and white mixed together, and a very disgusting smell came straight to his nose.

A faint cool air flow penetrated into his mind, in a trance, Chen Yuan seemed to see the somewhat damaged mysterious altar, after absorbing that air.

A piece of information flooded into my heart.

Temple of Mercy, Blood Fiend Sword!

Chen Yuan's face was calm, he let out a long sigh of relief, wiped off the blood on his body with his outer clothes, squatted down, and whispered: "You die, I live!"

However, this time it was indeed a bit of a thrill. If Han Feihu didn't hold a broken knife, and if he hadn't cultivated the vajra glazed body, Chen Yuan must have been seriously injured by that knife.

But the broken knife was too short, and Han Feihu's knife was not strong enough, and not many could be applied to Chen Yuan's body, coupled with the extremely powerful protective ability of the Vajra Glazed Body.

Only then did the knife finally create a sign that only a white mark was drawn.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the thrilling moment just now, and his mind was extremely calm. This Han Feihu's strength has definitely reached the level of Tie Xuan, and he successfully killed him. It can be said that his strength is almost as good as anyone in Ping'an County. A bone refining master.

After summarizing the incident, Chen Yuan began to focus on the message from the Altar of Fortune just now.

Temple of Mercy, Blood Fiend Sword!

It was the Temple of Grace again, and Chen Yuan's first chance was to obtain the Fragmented Vajra Glazed Body from the Temple of Mercy. Zhao Nanshan also told him that the Temple of Mercy might be related to the Wusheng Sect demon.

Chen Yuan originally wanted to investigate again after he stepped into the bone refining level, but he did not expect that the information given by the altar of luck pointed directly at the Temple of Mercy again.

The Blood Fiend Knife does not look like a serious weapon from its name, Chen Yuan guessed that it might be a magic knife.

but……

He still wants it.

……

……

When Chen Yuan returned to the place where he attacked earlier with his upper body bare, the battle was completely over, and most of the horse bandits were killed, leaving only one alive.

The only pity is that only three horses were caught, and the other horses were either killed by random arrows or disappeared into the night in shock.

Throwing Han Feihu's remnant body on the ground, a government servant immediately stepped forward, covering his nose, and packed the body up.

Looking over everyone's bodies one by one, Chen Yuan said in a deep voice:

"After you go back, you will share the 120 taels of silver, and the remaining 30 taels will be given to the wounded." Chen Yuan has no interest in coveting the three melons and dates.

The elixir found from Han Feihu's body was already of high value.

And those three strong war horses can also be worth dozens of taels of silver, especially after getting new guidance from the Altar of Luck, this trip is not a loss!

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

Hearing Chen Yuan's words, all the yamen servants immediately shouted, their respect for Chen Yuan greatly increased, 150 taels of silver were distributed to them, and each person could get at least two taels of silver, and the injured policeman could even get ten taels.

It was more than their monthly salaries. Of course, the old yamen servants got more money than the young yamen servants, and the white servants got the least.

Moreover, Chen Yuan, who was a head catcher, didn't take a tael of silver.

Under Wang Ping's deliberate publicity, they all knew the total of 250 taels of silver, and the higher authorities took away 100 taels, leaving only 150 taels.

As for who took it away, it is basically clear.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly when he saw the excitement of the crowd.

Equal distribution is not advisable. Those old yamen servants are strong and bear a lot of pressure. If they take as much as those young yamen servants, they will definitely be dissatisfied.

Instead of winning people's hearts, it will arouse their dissatisfaction.

"Cut off everyone's heads and bring them back to the county government together with the goods, and reward them for their merits tomorrow!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand and said loudly.

Chapter 72 The Sixth Blood Refining

The next day.

After a night of practice, Chen Yuan woke up from sitting still, his eyes flashed brightly, and he exhaled a foul breath.

Refining all the blood accumulation pills and adding eight tiger bone pills, Chen Yuan completed the sixth blood refining in another night, and the strength of his whole body increased again, but the increase was not as strong as before up.

Even the top-level body-refining magical skills have their limits. It is impossible to increase one's strength every time one does blood-refinement. In fact, as the number of times of blood-refinement increases, the effect will gradually decrease.

The golden color of the blood in the inner body is getting deeper and deeper.

But even if it is reduced a lot, it is still many times stronger than those ordinary skills that can only refine blood three times.

Chen Yuan stood up and twisted his neck slightly, making a clicking sound.

Nine times of blood refining, more than half of it has been done, and the tiger bone pill in his hand can probably support him to refine it again.

On Han Feihu's body alone, Chen Yuan found ten Tiger Bone Pills and several Blood Accumulation Pills, and the remaining horse bandits added up to only ten Pills.

All these things fell into Chen Yuan's hands.

All the yamen servants just pretended not to see it, after all, Chen Yuan was generous enough to them.

As for the cultivation resources of those caravans, where did they go?

Of course it was used by those horse bandits!

Putting on the head-hunting official uniform hanging on the wall, Chen Yuan was full of energy, practicing overnight was more comfortable than sleeping.

"Squeak..."

Wang Ping opened the door and walked into Chen Yuan's courtyard.

"Brother Yuan..."

"what happened?"

Chen Yuan put on his clothes, walked out of the room and took a look at Wang Ping.

"To the county office together?"

Chen Yuan nodded, took cold water in front of the water tank and wiped his face a few times:

"Let's go."

"By the way, Brother Yuan, the Wang family father and son are still locked up in the prison, what should we do?" Wang Ping asked casually, and hurriedly followed behind Chen Yuan.

"I promised them and spared their lives."

"I understand..." Wang Ping nodded.

"What do you understand? I agreed, not you." Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then laughed:

"clear."

Bought some breakfast food from Zhou Ji Steamed Bun Shop, Chen Yuan and Wang Ping ate while walking, and after a while, they arrived at the county government office, and all the government offices came forward to say hello.