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As Mr. Hong wheeled himself into the village, he saw the arrow piercing the clouds rising in the distance.

He couldn't help but worry about Yue'e and Lin Feng.

Mr. Hong sighed and said, "The bandits have all gone after the Lin family."

The Iron Rod Gang doesn't know that you killed their men.

"Fellow villagers, go into hiding for now, as far away as you can, and come back after things have calmed down."

Although Mr. Hong has not been in the village for long, he is knowledgeable and has taught the village children to read and write.

Even though he rarely showed his face in the village, he was highly respected.

Mr. Hong's words enlightened the villagers.

"I'll listen to Mr. Hong."

"Everyone, hurry up and pack your things, let's go."

"Yes, let's leave before the Iron Rod Gang can react."

"Go home and pack your things."

......

The villagers exchanged a few words with each other and then all left.

A little boy whom Mr. Hong had taught asked, "Sir, aren't you leaving?"

Mr. Hong said with a kind smile, "Sir, you should also leave. We'll leave once your sister Yue'e returns. You should hurry and leave with your family."

In the end, only Mr. Hong and a few unattended corpses remained on the ground.

Mr. Hong returned home in his wheelchair and took out a pen and paper to write a few lines.

Then roll up the paper and stuff it into a small bamboo tube.

Then he went to the backyard and took out a cage containing carrier pigeons.

Mr. Hong tied the bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg and then opened the cage.

With a flapping sound, the carrier pigeons spread their wings and took flight.

Mr. Hong muttered to himself, "This is outrageous. Qinghe County needs a new administrator."

Mr. Hong is fully qualified to say this, as he is a core disciple of the Sword Sect and is responsible for managing the daily affairs and personnel appointments and dismissals at the foot of the mountain.

Their status was equivalent to that of a first-rank official in an ancient dynasty who managed daily affairs and wielded great power.

In the Sword Sect, the number of core disciples like Mr. Hong is extremely limited.

The fact that Mr. Hong was being hunted down was not unrelated to the power he wielded.

Some within the sect were envious of his power and wanted to kill him and take his place.

......

In the dense forest, on the mountain road.

A hail of arrows rained down on Lin Feng.

Damn, this equipment is too good. Lin Feng doesn't believe that the bandits have no one backing them up.

Lin Feng remained completely calm. With the Golden Bell Shield at its peak, these ordinary arrows should be no match for him.

Even though the perfect Golden Bell Shield has no weakness, it cannot resist damage indefinitely; there must be a maximum critical point at which it can withstand damage.

However, this critical point should be quite high.

Lin Feng unleashed the full power of his Golden Bell Shield, lowered his head to protect his eyes, and simultaneously used the steel knife in his hand to block the horse's eye.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Arrows rained down.

Arrows struck the iron armor of the horses and Lin Feng's steel sword, sending sparks flying.

The armor was covered in dents and scratches, but it was not penetrated by bullets.

Lin Feng's clothes were riddled with dozens of small holes.

White spots appeared on my skin, but they are slowly returning to their normal skin color.

Lin Feng only felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, but did not feel any pain.

Lin Feng felt much more at ease; it seemed he had weathered the storm.

However, even with such an attack, if all of them hit the same point, the Golden Bell Shield might not be able to withstand it.

Lin Feng pulled the arrow out of his hair and spurred his horse into the enemy ranks.

The surrounding bandits were all stunned. It was understandable that the warhorse was not injured, as it belonged to the fourth leader and was wearing a full set of top-quality armor.

But the fact that this person was completely unharmed immediately is a bit of an exaggeration.

This person must have practiced hard external martial arts, and at least reached a high level of mastery.

This person is so young, yet he has mastered such a high level of martial arts. Could it be that he started practicing martial arts in the womb?

Lin Feng didn't care what others thought.

He charged into the ranks of archers and began hacking and slashing.

This time, we can't just kill them all; we have to break through their ranks and disperse them.

Otherwise, they might wear us down.

Lin Feng used his left hand to create a crimson-gold glass sword every five seconds, while his right hand slashed wildly with his horse-slaying saber. In one round, he killed more than a dozen archers, with heads rolling everywhere.

He relentlessly pursued the archers, and soon killed dozens more.

The bandits couldn't do anything to him for the time being.

The man had superhuman strength, and the horse had armor; they were simply impossible to defeat.

One of the archers among the bandits shouted.

"Archers, keep shooting!"

The others should use hidden weapons to attack him; we'll wear him down until he's dead.

Is he really made of iron?

Lin Feng had been wondering why such a large group of bandits didn't have a leader, but it turned out they were hidden among the archers.

Perhaps knowing the power of his hidden weapons, he concealed his identity.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, Lin Feng immediately set his sights on him and fired a Crimson Gold Glaze with his left hand.

The man was prepared; he had already picked up a wheel-shaped axe and held it in front of him.

With a clang, a hole the size of a quail egg was punched into the man's wheel axe.

The crimson glass pierced through the wheel and the axe, then pierced the man's head.

The man's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

He heard from the bandits below that the enemy's hidden weapons were powerful.

I never expected it to be this powerful; it pierced through two palm-thick steel battle axes.

With this man dead, the archer ranks could no longer be organized.

Lin Feng killed a few more people and then ran along the mountain path toward the children.

He wanted to see how the children were doing.

Lin Feng also took the time to pick up a handful of pebbles.

Today he was using the red gold glass at full capacity, and he had already used up all the iron beads he bought from the blacksmith's shop, so he could only use pebbles.

With his current skill level, he could achieve a similar effect using pebbles to create the Crimson Gold Glaze.

However, if you want to penetrate weapons or iron armor, iron balls are definitely more effective, and even harder steel balls would be the best option.

After this fight is over, I'll go to the blacksmith's shop and buy some steel balls to carry with me.

On the summit of a mountain, an old man with white eyebrows watched the battle unfold on Lin Feng's side, holding a bamboo tube containing crystals.

The thing in his hand functions like a telescope.

He glanced at it and said, "I didn't expect there to be such a person in Xiahe Village. His skills in hidden weapons, physical strength, and swordsmanship have all reached a high level."

This person is difficult to kill.

A burly man with a large beard next to him slammed his sledgehammer into the ground with a loud thud.

"Brother, I'm leading a group of men over there."

A few blows would be enough to knock him down.

If I hit someone with this hammer, it could cause internal injuries.

"His martial arts skills may defend against external attacks, but can they defend against internal ones?"

"Alright, Second Brother, take your men and go there."

The burly man with the beard mounted his horse and rode away, saying, "Brother, wait for my good news."

No sooner had the burly bearded man left than a bandit came over to report the situation.

Upon hearing this, the white-browed old man's eyes lit up. "So this man has family. That makes him easier to deal with. Take a few dozen brothers and go capture his relatives. I want them to kneel before me and beg for mercy."