Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique

However, no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as Han Zhao.

Although the Wind Riding Leg was only at the Entry Level, with the support of his powerful blood qi, it could completely unleash its elegant and long characteristics.

He tapped his feet repeatedly and jumped over the five-meter-tall door of the stockade.

Swoosh!

When Han Zhao’s body was in the air, the bandit standing on the observation deck let go of the bowstring. Accompanied by a sharp sound of air being torn, the arrow shot towards Han Zhao’s face.

Tap! Tap!

Han Zhao carried his saber and sword behind his back. He had no intention of unsheathing them at all. His right fist, which was wearing a black gold boxing glove, turned into a palm saber and broke the arrow in the middle as if he was swatting a fly.

At the same time, he twisted his left index and middle fingers to clamp the arrowhead. His body turned in the air according to inertia and threw back the half of the arrow with the arrowhead.

Swoosh!!!

With more than seven times the strength and speed of the arrowhead, it returned the way it came. With a whoosh, it pierced through the bandit’s forehead. Then, it darted out from the back of his head. Half of the arrow, stained with yellow and white, pierced deeply into the wooden pillar on the watchtower. The arrow shaft buzzed and trembled.

The difference in overall strength between Blood Tempering Realm and Skin Tempering Realm martial artists could almost be considered two different creatures.

Moreover, he was facing Han Zhao.

The last time Han Zhao came to the Flying Dragon Stockade, he had to sneak in at night, afraid that he would be discovered and fall into the danger of being surrounded by bandits.

In this frontal attack, even if a few more Blood Tempering Realm cultivators came, they would not be able to do anything to him.

Moreover, the strongest martial artist left in the village was only at the Skin Tempering Realm.

“Ah!”

“Run!”

“Spare me!”

Han Zhao was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He randomly attacked with his fists, palms, and legs, killing these bandits until they were on their backs and crying for their parents.

No one could stand up after being hit by him. Soon, a large group of bandits lay around him, but his white clothes were spotless.

It had to be said that apart from combat and nourishing health, true qi also had the effect of avoiding dust.

Otherwise, after a battle, his white clothes would turn gray, and Song Que would lose all his poise.

Looking at the bandits fleeing in all directions in the distance, Han Zhao quickly chased after them.

When he killed his way into Qi Xing’s residence, the women inside were in a mess.

“Everyone, stay where you are. Dont run around!” Han Zhao said.

The women saw that he had a cold expression and was dressed in white. His bearing was extraordinary, and he had the attitude of a righteous hero. They stopped one after another, but they still felt uneasy.

“You are… Hero Song?!” A surprised and delighted voice sounded.

Han Zhao looked in the direction of the voice.

A gentle-looking woman in linen clothes was covering her mouth and looking at him in disbelief.

“You’re… Madam Mei from that night.” Han Zhao took a closer look. The young woman was the one he had met the night he disguised himself as a woman to lure and kill the heretic Blood Tempering martial artist. “Don’t be afraid, everyone. Hero Song is here to save us!”

Madam Mei shouted.

Only then did everyone relax. Many women hugged each other and cried.

“Hero Song, some women are imprisoned in the dungeon by thieves. I often bring them food. I know where the dungeon is. I’ll bring you there.” Madam Mei walked forward.

“Alright!” Han Zhao nodded. Although he wanted to find the money left behind by Qi Xing first, since she had said so, he had to play the role of a hero to the end. In any case, the rest were all ordinary people and could not escape.

Madam Mei brought Han Zhao to the backyard, and some women followed.

“Most of the women in the village are from poor families in the vicinity. They were forcefully captured and brought up the mountain. Those who were disobedient were locked in the dungeon. Some were kidnapped as hostages. Recently, three of them came from Chu Country and went out to be rangers without telling their families. In the end, they were trapped here,” Madam Mei explained as she walked.

“What exactly happened in Chu? Why is there a plague and a drought?”

Han Zhao asked. He had come in a hurry last time and did not have time to ask in detail.