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The wind continued to blow fiercely as Pan Zhe continued punching forward. Every punch landed on the same spot. After a dozen punches, a dark hole appeared in the ground.

Following that, Boss Pan lifted his left foot and followed suit with his right leg. Naturally, he didn't stop punching as well. His punches just now had seemed like they were meant to warm up his body. At this moment, every move of his was light and nimble, like a nimble ape. Not only did his imposing figure not hinder him, it even helped him increase the might of his moves.

After the set of punches had finished, Pan Tong let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Practice your punches every day in case you don't know anything about them." He didn't sound tired at all.

Ye Mo Han decided not to hide anymore and walked towards the hole. He said: "Please forgive my poor eyesight, but I can't see that your esteemed teacher is a disciple of a sect."

Boss Pan was in his fifties. His square face was weathered and full of toughness. He smiled and said, "There are too many people like me in the martial arts world. Every one of them can hide their past and avoid the shame of their masters." Although his face was full of smiles, within his words, a desolate and helpless look could be clearly seen.

Ye Jianhan didn't say anything, he understood what Pan Tao meant. When every master or sect chose their disciples, they would want them to become someone who could bring their sect's spirit, martial arts, and influence to great heights. However, this was not an easy matter. If a person wanted to gain respect and absolute authority, apart from his own efforts, he couldn't completely ignore external opportunities.

Pan Tong sat on the ground and motioned for Ye Mo Han to sit as well. The night was silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the dead branches in the cold wind.

"Brother Mo Han." "Boss Pan," Qin Lie said with a smile. We have all heard of your great name. A few days ago, you went to the Xuanfeng Crane Army and killed over a thousand people. However, the more famous a person is, the more attention they will receive. "

Ye Mo Han also understood Boss Pan's intentions, but since he was going to make a decision with the Emerald Pavilion, he couldn't care less about it. "My enemies are all over the world, it doesn't matter if there are more or less. I came to Extreme North to do my own thing, so of course they can also come. "

Boss Pan raised his head and looked at the sky, saying, "The war between the two great families, as well as the legendary Emerald Pavilion, have made many people unsettled. Brother, tell me the truth, are you going to Extreme North this time because of them?"

"Yes." Ye Wen Han did not deny. Although he could not see through the Jade Pavilion's behavior, but he was certain that he was in their control. Rather than hiding his true intentions, he might as well send out a message that he was looking for them. At this moment, Ye Mo Han's heart held a trace of hope: seeing his actions, the Jade Pavilion Master felt ridicule and disdain in his heart, but at the same time, he felt that he had exhausted all of his abilities. As for whether he would win or lose, Ye Mo Han didn't even think about it. He knew very well that in terms of his own power, there were very few people he could contend with in the martial arts world.

Pan Bai's expression became serious as he asked, "Could it be that there is some connection between the Single Family Castle and the jade pavilion?" For the past few years, the reputation of the strong in the far north had been on the rise. No matter whether it was the citizens who lived here for a long time, or the merchants and merchants, they held him in high esteem. In the end, Boss Pan was once a martial artist, and even when faced with those he revered, he still had some connections with the Emerald Jade Pavilion. His usual tranquility disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ye Mo Han waved his hand and said, "We came to the Solitary Longsong Stronghold just to wait for a friend. It has nothing to do with the Lord of the Stronghold."

After hearing this, Boss Pan seemed to be relieved. He stood up and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back and rest. We'll go another eighty li tomorrow and then we'll be at the Single Family Castle."

He told him that he had practiced boxing every day for more than ten years and did not dare to waste a single second of his time. It was not because of his love for martial arts, but because every single family had a young and old man who could protect them when they were robbed. Pan Tong kept talking nonstop, as if he was intentionally preventing Ye Mo Han from speaking to prevent him from asking for his real name and past.

Before the two of them reached the tent, they could already smell the smell of blood against the wind. Ye Mo knew things were not going well, so he hurried over to check, followed by Boss Pan. Passing through the sloping hillside, he saw that more than half of the fences that were used to contain the cattle had been toppled. All the cattle and sheep had been killed, and their heads had been chopped off with a single blade, rolling to the ground. The two of them did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly ran towards the tent. Ye Wen had a few thoughts, and when he lowered his head to look at the ground, he saw that the bloodstains had extended into the tent.

Ye Mo Han didn't dare to stop. When he entered the tent with Dongfang Rui, he saw that it was empty, not even a single person could be seen. In the other tents, the people from the caravan were all dead. All of them had black blood on their orifices and held waists stained with blood, which they usually used to defend themselves. Ye Yihan searched through the area a few times, but didn't find Dong Fang Rui. He returned to the tent in a state of confusion, only to see that Boss Pan had pulled out the dead men one by one and arranged them in a line. He knelt on the ground, his body trembling from his sobbing.

Ye Mo Han walked over and reached out a hand to pull Boss Pan up, but just as he was about to touch him, he suddenly felt a powerful force coming from the palm of his hand. If it wasn't for his profound inner force, he would have been pushed down several meters by now.

"I heard that she is the Thousand Poison Sect's Sect Leader. She must have been able to walk the world by herself with her poison."

"This definitely wasn't done by her. It must be the Jade Pavilion." Ye Chonglou's heart sank. All of Boss Pan's companions had died from poison. As the leader of the Thousand Poisons Sect, the Dongfang Family could easily poison so many people to death in such a short period of time. However, Ye Mo knew very well that Dongfang Rui wasn't the culprit. The Jade Pavilion must have been behind it all. But the problem was, did the General Assembly believe him?

"Jade Pavilion?" "Heh heh heh ?" Big brother Pan laughed coldly as he stared at Ye Mo Han. If the Jade Pavilion is really in the far north, why did our group have nothing to do for the past ten years? Yet, in just a few days, this kind of thing happened to the two of you. "Rumor has it that you are a devil who kills people without blinking. I didn't believe it at first, but now, I can see that it's not only you, but that poisonous woman as well!"

The strong winds whistled, and waves of bloody aura were mixed within. He saw Boss Pan's lips constantly opening and closing, yet he did not hear what Pan Jin was saying. Judging from the shape of his mouth, however, it seemed to be insulting him, and a wave of anger rose up from the bottom of Ye Mo Han's heart as he channeled his power into his palms, preparing to launch the attack.