The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

The man in black raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes revealing a bit of scrutiny and expectation, and there was a subtle urgency in her words: "In my opinion, what we want should be very different. So, can you first tell us what it is you are looking for? This way we can determine whether there is a possibility of cooperation."

Zhang Fan heard this and thought secretly in his mind.

It was indeed unclear what exactly he was going to gain from this trip, as the key to all this was yet to come in the meeting with the mysterious guardian.

However, when facing the questions from the men in black, you cannot show the slightest hesitation or ignorance, otherwise you will be put in a passive position.

So, pretending to be calm, with a faint smile on his face, he said, "What I want is naturally very important. It is related to an ancient secret and a great responsibility. However, as you said, our goals may not conflict. Tell me what you need first, and maybe we can find an opportunity for cooperation."

The man in black stared at Zhang Fan, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

She seemed to catch a hint of uncertainty in Zhang Fan's expression, but more of a firmness and determination.

Finally, she sighed softly and was about to speak, but at this moment, an unusual breath broke the tranquility of the night.

This breath came from the outside world and was getting stronger and stronger. It was obvious that a group of people were approaching the ruins.

The face of the man in black suddenly became solemn, and she quickly looked around, looking for the best way to deal with the situation.

Zhang Fan also felt this sudden threat and secretly gathered his strength, ready to respond to any possible battle at any time.

"It seems that we have to temporarily interrupt our conversation." The person in black whispered, her voice revealing a bit of helplessness and urgency, "The arrival of those people may mean trouble. We should be careful. Perhaps after dealing with them, we can sit down and talk again."

Zhang Fan nodded in agreement. He knew that in this situation, it was crucial to remain vigilant and united. As the footsteps of the group of people got closer and closer, the two quickly separated, each looking for a hidden position, ready to meet the upcoming unknown challenge.

In this moonlit ruin, a battle of secrets and power quietly begins.

Under the moonlight, the seven mysterious figures approached silently like ghosts in the dark night. Their breaths intertwined into an invisible net, covering the ancient ruins, revealing a heart-pounding power.

Everyone's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, flashing with bloodthirsty cold light, as if they had regarded Zhang Fan and the man in black as lambs to be slaughtered.

Following a low shout, seven people drew their swords almost at the same time. The sword light cut through the night sky like a silk thread, and with a sharp sound of breaking wind, they came straight towards Zhang Fan and the man in black.

Their sword techniques were different, but they all revealed superb martial arts and profound cultivation. Wherever the sword pointed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind traces visible to the naked eye.

However, faced with this sudden attack, Zhang Fan and the man in black did not seem to be at all panicked.

Zhang Fan's figure flashed, as if blending into the surrounding night, and he easily avoided several sharp sword beams. At the same time, his fingers moved slightly, and an invisible force quietly surged, trying to disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm.

The man in black was more direct. She jumped up suddenly and shuttled between the sword shadows like a ghost. Every move she made was extremely precise and went straight to the enemy's vital points. Her speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a fierce stage.

However, what shocked these seven people was that the opponent, who they originally thought they could easily deal with, actually showed strength beyond their imagination.

Zhang Fan and the man in black cooperated perfectly, and their attack and defense were almost impeccable, which gradually made the seven people feel the pressure.

What was even more unbelievable to them was that as the battle progressed, the strength of Zhang Fan and the man in black seemed to continue to rise. Every confrontation made them feel that the gap between themselves and the opponent was gradually widening.

As the swords flashed, two people were accidentally injured, their clothes stained with blood. The other five people also showed horror on their faces, and began to realize that this battle was much more difficult than they had imagined.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the seven people finally realized their own powerlessness and despair.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Zhang Fan and the man in black slowly withdrew their attack and looked down at them, as if they were looking at a group of scarecrows that were about to be harvested.

A smoke bomb was thrown down.

Under the cover of the smoke, the seven mysterious figures were like frightened birds, trying to take advantage of the chaos to escape from this place of trouble.

Their steps were messy and hurried, and their eyes were full of desire for survival and fear of the unknown.

However, the man in black would not let them go easily. She flashed and penetrated the barrier of smoke like a ghost. The long sword in her hand flashed with a cold light and pointed directly in the direction where the seven people fled.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" The voice of the man in black was as cold as ice, and every word sounded like the judgment of the god of death.

Her speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye she had approached one of them.

Seeing this, the man was terrified and tried to swing his sword to resist, but in just a moment, the man in black slashed his throat with the sword and fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan followed without hesitation.

We must never be merciful to these sudden attacks from the enemy.

Zhang Fan's steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be in rhythm, forming a perfect tacit understanding with the offensive of the man in black.

The two men, one in front and one behind, were like two black lightnings, shuttling through the ruins, constantly reaping the lives of those who tried to escape.

Although some of the seven people tried to escape separately or join forces to resist, all struggles seemed futile under the joint pursuit of Zhang Fan and the man in black.

The black-clothed man's swordsmanship was sharp and precise, and each blow went straight to the vital points, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe; while Zhang Fan, relying on his profound internal strength, sometimes used his fists and feet, and sometimes made use of the surrounding environment to launch surprise attacks, making it impossible for the enemy to defend himself.

In this thrilling chase, seven people fell one by one. Their eyes gradually changed from initial ferocity to despair, and finally froze in that final fear.

When the last person fell, the entire ruins returned to calm again, leaving only the breathing sounds of Zhang Fan and the man in black and the smoke gradually dissipating in the distance.

The man in black sheathed his sword and glanced around with a stern gaze. After confirming that there was no more threat, he slowly turned around and looked at Zhang Fan.