All the way up, the ramp ahead is sometimes wide and sometimes narrow.

Ni Suanqiu and his party were just walking by themselves without squinting, and they didn't look much at what monks were ambushing behind the craggy mountains and rocks on both sides.

In this way, after walking for an hour, I heard Jin Muzao hurrying from behind, shouting noisily: "Boss, look, boss, I have a big treasure!"

Ni Suanqiu looked back and found that his younger brother Jin Muzao was carrying seven or eight white-bladed short knives on his back, and in his hand, he was holding a silver-white long flat square box.

"Is this ......?" When he got closer, Qianluo Zhenren pointed to the silver-white square box and hesitated.

"Why don't you open it and take a look? Anyway, the objects here are some ordinary magic weapons that don't go into the stream. Shura Zhenren immediately raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and was about to open the silver-white square box.

Ni Suanqiu was a little hesitant, but at this time, the green-shirted little girl Sha Hua next to him had a strange smile on her face.

"Wait! Don't open this box. As soon as he saw this scene, Ni Suanqiu hurriedly stopped everyone.

Immediately afterwards, Ni Suanqiu glared at the little girl in green shirt beside him with some anger, and then turned his head again and explained to the two.

"If my guess is correct, inside this silver box is a magic weapon. ”

Seeing Ni Suanqiu say such a sentence with a straight face, the little girl in green shirt next to him, Sha Hua, immediately pouted, and then as if she felt bored, she jumped down in a few steps, and she had already jumped to the hillside not far ahead, and walked away.

"Damn the green-shirted old demon. ”

"I said dead thief, you'd better go down and have a look, maybe the mountain is empty at this time. ”

Ni Suanqiu couldn't help but scold in a low voice, and then he saw that not far away, on a low wood on a hillside, the little girl in a green shirt was stretching out a small hand, grimacing at Ni Suanqiu.

So, Ni Suanqiu immediately sent Jin Muzao down the mountain to investigate again, just a cup of tea, Jin Muzao rushed from the bottom of the mountain, spread his hands, and returned to Ni Suanqiu The open space under the mountain at this moment is no longer alive.

"So fast?" Ni Suanqiu said in a low voice, and he was also impressed by the other party's means and movements.

After that, a few people in the group talked to each other a few more words, guessed the envoy of this magic weapon, and the power of the magic weapon after it was fired, and then continued to hurry, moving forward.

Along the way, Ni Suanqiu and the little girl in the green shirt have been squeezing each other, with a look on their faces, not taking the previous group of gray-robed swordsmen to heart at all.

And not far behind Ni Suanqiu, Jin Muzao was holding the newly arrived white-bladed short knife, and made a few gestures on the low ancient trees on both sides, and then, as if he felt that his newly acquired magic weapon was a little uneasy to use, so he walked directly to the fake Ouyang Elder, the Master of Qianqiu, and began to sell his newly acquired loot.

I saw that Jin Muzao was vigorously showing off the white-edged short knife in his hand, and the Venerable Master Qianqiu was disgusted. But under the low eaves, he couldn't speak, he couldn't walk, he could only laugh and accompany Jin Muzao to chatter, keep waving his hands and shaking his head. Playing with Jin Muzao.

In this way, a few people in the group were talking and laughing, as if sightseeing, and came to the front of two sword-shaped peaks standing side by side, and in front of the mountain, there was a gray stone flat land with a radius of five or six hundred zhang.

I saw that on the flat ground, there were many stone houses and pavilions

The general buildings are built haphazardly, but it seems that those stone houses are some years old, some dilapidated, as if they have undergone a lot of erosion, they are all a little tilted, and they are almost collapsing.

Farther away, there was a long, artificially dug arched mountain road under the mountain, and a few monks who looked strong and strong were swaying back and forth in the deep mountain road, but they were too far away to see clearly.

"What are you doing when you come up to the mountain in such a heavy rain?"

Without waiting for Ni Suanqiu and his party to approach, such a calm and thick voice immediately came from the dark mountain road.

And soon, without waiting for Ni Suanqiu and his group to answer, the small arched black pitch mountain road had already rushed out of more than a dozen swordsmen wearing gray robes and holding white-bladed short knives.

"So, you're the one in charge here?"

Ni Suanqiu didn't answer, continued to hold the white umbrella in his hand, and asked rhetorically at the crowd in the distance.

"Yes and no, no?" replied the man, in a very calm tone.

Ni Suanqiu nodded slightly, and then stopped making a sound. Immediately afterward, his divine sense let go with all his strength and began to investigate the mountain here, and whether there were any other monks in ambush.

But at this moment, his younger brother Jin Muzao took a step forward, rolled his hands into a trumpet shape, and shouted at the monks in the mountain road: "It's okay!

Goo-dong.

Ni Suanqiu was so frightened that he choked a mouthful of saliva, and then, he immediately turned his face and glanced at his little brother with a slight anger on his face.

But how did his follower know what the boss meant, he would be wrong, thinking that the boss was going to ask the other party for something, so he immediately changed his words and shouted at the leader of the monks in the mountain road: "Hey...... As long as you can obediently hand over the magic weapon and have some delicious food and drink, our boss can consider showing mercy to his subordinates and let you live!"

"Damn, I'll strangle it!" Immediately, Ni Suanqiu's eyebrows and forehead were all twisted together.

I haven't seen it for a long time, my little brother is so perverse, and for a while, Ni Suanqiu, who can't adapt to such a situation, can only shake his head helplessly.

"What did you say!"

And being made such a fuss, the leader of the monks in the arched mountain path was suddenly extremely angry, and even his voice was a little trembling and trembling.

"Oh, fuck you! Oh, yes, and I'll fuck ....... ”

But in front of the clearing, Jin Muzao didn't care, as if he was conveying the holy decree, and even Ni Suanqiu's mantra was shouted to the leader of the cave word for word.

In an instant, the strong monk in the arched mountain path was finally completely enraged, and with two heavy objects in his hand, he rustled out of the mountain.

"Oh, boss. Do you see that I was right just now?" Jin Muzao also glanced at Ni Suanqiu with great anticipation.

Ni Suanqiu's face twitched, nodded, and then shook his head slightly, making the younger brother Jin Muzao really a little confused.

"Talent, what a fucking talent!" Seeing this situation, Brother Red Bull finally couldn't help it, and directly transmitted the voice to Ni Suanqiu.

At the same time, the arched mountain pass a thousand zhang away in front of him finally showed the figure of the tall and burly monk. I saw that the person who came was one

A bald man, holding an iron rod in his hand, and holding a human leg in the other hand, the human leg should have just been cooked, and a drop of golden oil stains slid down with the raindrops, and soon, there were circles of golden oil flowers.

"Special mother, who is so arrogant that he dares to ask me to hand over the treasure and not kill it?"

As soon as he came out, the black-faced bald man wiped the oil on his mouth, then threw the thigh in his hand, and viciously swept the black iron rod in his right hand, directly across a distance of thousands of feet, and swept the thigh in his hand towards Ni Suanqiu.

"Hey, little black fat man, the other party gave you something delicious, why don't you hurry up and continue?"

"Oh!"

Seeing such a thing coming out of it, the little girl in the green shirt who stood at the front laughed without much trouble. And the dumbfounded Jin Muzao hurriedly responded, and then took a few steps forward, and one flew up.

After two or three breaths, I heard Jin Muzao scolding and scolding at the other party, and ran directly to the black-faced bald man and flew straight over.

At this time, Jin Muzao did not ask Ni Suan for blood dewdrops, but ran directly to the opposite side in a fit of anger. And before approaching, the group of swordsman monks wearing gray robes had already surrounded Jin Muzao.

"Is it the stinky foot you lost?" In the face of everyone's encirclement, Jin Muzao was alone, not afraid at all.

"What, what's the taste?" The black-faced bald man saw that the person who came was such a thing, so he wiped his nose directly and said this provocatively.

"What does it taste like, it's human flesh! And when I look at the man's boots, it seems like he's still a monk from your gang, isn't it? You, you can even eat human flesh, even your own classmates, it's shameless, it's even worse than a brute. Jin Muzao said reasonably.

"Okay, all said and done?"

I saw that the number of Jin Muzao's cannons in a fit of anger had dropped so much, but the black-faced bald man in front of him was smiling, and then, the gray-robed swordsman around him also trembled on his shoulders and began to tremble.

Obviously, the implication of this is self-evident, Jin Muzao is already a fish on the board, waiting for so many people to come and cut it.

"Well, that's it. I saw that after saying this, Jin Muzao was still like a goose, and he couldn't stop nodding.

"Cut him. ”

In an instant, with a slight wave of the man's hand, everyone was already like hungry wolves pounced, and began to frantically flock to Jin Muzao.

"Bang bang bang. ”

Jin Muzao's body was like lightning, and he began to dodge left and right, punching back and forth, stabbing and slashing, and within a moment, most of the gray-robed swordsmen who had been gathered around him were knocked down.

However, under the siege of so many people, Jin Muzao began to be a little physically exhausted, his fists were invincible to his four hands, and there were also a few subtle cuts on his body. If it weren't for the fact that the defense level of his magic robe was quite high, he would have already become a mess of meat at this moment.

"Hehe, young man, good physical strength! Look...... Recruit. ”

Suddenly.

I saw a strong wind rushing along the black iron rod, and Jin Muzao held the white tiger sword to resist with one hand, but he was slapped by the black-faced bald man and flew fifty or sixty feet.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Muzao rolled on the spot and barely got up, gasping for breath, but the black-faced bald man was like a cat playing with a mouse, signaling his subordinates and began to besiege Jin Muzao.