The two's movements erupted almost simultaneously. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to prevent lime from getting in, and the moment the crossbow bolt was fired, Han Feihu also sensed a cold wind and subconsciously dodged to the side.

However, the bolt still grazed Han Feihu's cheek.

"Heh, Head Constable Chen, attacking with hidden weapons is not the behavior of a gentleman!"

Han Feihu wiped the blood from his face, snorted coldly, and took several steps forward, slashing at Chen Yuan.

"Clang."

The scimitar in Han Feihu's hand was deflected by Chen Yuan's blade. Then, his right leg kicked off the tree trunk behind him, bent his leg to gather strength, and stabbed his long blade straight at Han Feihu's chest.

"Is scattering lime the behavior of a gentleman?"

Chen Yuan sneered, wielding his long blade in continuous slashes. The Liuhe Blade Technique was exceptionally fierce, and with Chen Yuan's powerful strength, he actually forced Han Feihu, who was at the peak of Refined Bones, back several steps.

As the two fought, the area within several zhang was filled with the gleam of blades, and the nearby vegetation was cut down.

"You're at the Refined Bones realm!"

Han Feihu retreated several steps, his expression grim, and his arm felt a little numb.

Chen Yuan didn't answer, continuing to press forward, letting Han Feihu think what he wanted.

Chen Yuan swept his long blade horizontally, aiming for Han Feihu's head. He flipped over, kicked off a boulder, and soared into the air, kicking his right leg towards Chen Yuan's chest.

"Get lost!"

Chen Yuan clenched his left fist, and a golden light burst out in the darkness, colliding with Han Feihu's right leg.

"Bang!"

The terrifying force directly sent Han Feihu flying, and he retreated several steps on the ground to dissipate the force.

His right leg trembled slightly. Han Feihu reached out and pinched it, his face uncertain. Suddenly, a piercing pain came from his cheek. He reached out in horror and touched it.

The skin that had been pierced by the bolt earlier was now festering...

"There's poison on the bolt!"

Han Feihu roared.

Chen Yuan sneered, ignoring Han Feihu's words. If he didn't use poison, why would he put a miniature crossbow on his arm? Its lethality wasn't great.

Taking a step forward, Chen Yuan held the blade with both hands, focusing all his will on the blade, and slashed out.

"Bang!"

The horse cutter that Han Feihu used to block was directly broken. Chen Yuan's long blade swept across his chest, his clothes were torn, and the blade was deeply embedded in his flesh. Chen Yuan wanted to pull the blade out, but found that the blade was tightly stuck.

Han Feihu endured the pain, grinning with a cruel smile.

He grabbed the blade with his left hand and suddenly flicked upwards with the broken blade in his right hand.

He wanted to trade his life for a life!

Having fought in the borderlands for several years, Han Feihu had escaped death several times, relying on this fearless ruthlessness.

"Tear!"

Han Feihu's broken blade tore through Chen Yuan's clothes from bottom to top, but before he could rejoice, he saw a very terrifying scene.

Chen Yuan's body emitted a faint dark golden light, which was very conspicuous under the refraction of the moonlight, and the blade he slashed out only left a white mark.

Chen Yuan clenched his right fist, taking advantage of the opportunity, and punched Han Feihu's head.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered. Under Chen Yuan's punch, Han Feihu's head shattered like a watermelon. The mixture of red and white gave off a very disgusting smell.

A faint cool stream poured into his mind. In a trance, Chen Yuan seemed to see the somewhat damaged mysterious altar absorbing that luck.

A message flooded into his mind.

Cien Temple, Blood Fiend Blade!

Chen Yuan's expression was calm, and he let out a long sigh. He wiped the blood stains on his body with the outer layer of his clothes, squatted down, and whispered: "It's either you die, or I live!"

However, this time was indeed a bit dangerous. If Han Feihu's blade had not been broken, and if he had not cultivated the Vajra Glazed Body, that slash would have definitely left Chen Yuan severely injured.

But the broken blade was too short, and the force of Han Feihu's slash was not enough. Not much could affect Chen Yuan's body, plus the extremely powerful protection of the Vajra Glazed Body.

This ultimately created the appearance of only a white mark being left by the slash.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the dangerous moment just now. His mind was extremely calm. Han Feihu's strength had definitely reached Tie Xuan's level, and he had successfully killed him. It could be said that his strength was now almost no less than any Refined Bones expert in Ping An County.

After summarizing the aftermath, Chen Yuan began to focus his mind on the information that the Luck Altar had just conveyed.

Cien Temple, Blood Fiend Blade!

It was Cien Temple again. Chen Yuan's first opportunity was the incomplete Vajra Glazed Body obtained from Cien Temple. Zhao Nanshan had also told him before that Cien Temple might be related to the Wusheng Sect demons.

Chen Yuan had planned to explore it again after he stepped into the Refined Bones realm, but he didn't expect that the information given by the Luck Altar would once again point directly to Cien Temple.

The Blood Fiend Blade, judging from its name, didn't seem like a proper weapon. Chen Yuan guessed that it might be a demonic blade.

But...

He still wanted to get it.

......

......

When Chen Yuan returned to the place of the previous ambush bare-chested, the battle had completely ended. Most of the bandits had been killed, leaving only one alive.

The only pity was that only three horses were captured. The other horses either died under a hail of arrows or were frightened and disappeared into the night.

The constables immediately held their noses and packed up Han Feihu's remains after Chen Yuan threw them on the ground.

Scanning the crowd, Chen Yuan said in a deep voice:

"After returning, you will divide the one hundred and twenty taels of reward money, and the remaining thirty taels will be distributed to the wounded." Chen Yuan had no interest in coveting the small amount of money.

The medicinal pills found on Han Feihu were already very valuable.

And those three strong warhorses could also be worth dozens of taels of silver, especially after obtaining new guidance from the Luck Altar. This trip was not a loss!

"Thank you, Lord!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

Hearing Chen Yuan's words, the constables immediately cheered, greatly increasing their respect for Chen Yuan. Distributing one hundred and fifty taels of silver to them meant that each person would receive at least two taels of silver, and the injured constables could even receive ten taels.

This was more than their monthly salary. Of course, the older constables would definitely receive more silver than the younger constables, and the laborers would receive the least.

Moreover, Chen Yuan, as the head constable, did not take a single tael of silver.

They all knew, under Wang Ping's deliberate propaganda, that there was a total of two hundred and fifty taels of silver, with the superiors taking one hundred taels, leaving only one hundred and fifty taels.

As for who the superiors were, they basically all knew.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, looking at the excited expressions of the crowd.

Equal distribution was not advisable. Those older constables were stronger and bore greater pressure. If they received the same amount as the younger constables, they would definitely be dissatisfied.

Not only would it fail to win over people's hearts, but it would also arouse their dissatisfaction.

"Cut off everyone's heads and bring them back to the county office along with the goods. We will reward meritorious service tomorrow!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand and said loudly.

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