Feng Lian encountered this kind of roadblock robbery for the first time, not only was he not afraid, but he also looked at the people in front of him with interest.

The person at the head was actually only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his cultivation had already reached the intermediate level of grace. The man has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he dresses himself up as a big man with a full beard. And the level of dress is extremely low, so people can see at a glance that those eyebrows and beards are fake. Others follow him all the way.

"This lord, your eyebrows are too individual, and this beard is simply the best in the world. My admiration for you is like the waves of the Blackwater River...... "Golden Blood stepped forward shamelessly, and expressed his "admiration" for the person at the head very exaggeratedly.

Unexpectedly, the other party was very useful, and pointed to his subordinates and said: "You don't have the slightest aesthetic ability, look at others, and you can see at a glance that this is a beautiful work of art! ”

"Boss, we're here to rob. A subordinate looked at Feng Lian and the others, his face full of embarrassment.

"Ding Dingding, are you floating again? Robbery is also an art, don't be as tasteless as those hunters. Our aim is to make the robbery elegant and fun. Ding Haoran was very dissatisfied with his subordinates, muttering and teaching him a lesson, completely forgetting Feng Lian and the others.

And one of Ding Haoran's subordinates had some eyesight and saw that Feng Lian was their leader. He also saw that Feng Lian did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy, thought about it for a while, and walked to Feng Lian's side and explained: "Ding Dingding, the steward of the Young Master's Mansion in Xia Qingfeng City, our young master just came out to mess around, you can be thousands of Haihan, don't spread this matter." ”

Feng Lian was stunned, thinking about how to escape just now. How did it become the other party to beg.

Ding Dingding saw Feng Lian's incomprehension, and patiently explained to Feng Lian, anyway, now their young master is busy teaching Ding Dingding a lesson.

Ding Haoran was the son of the nearby Qingfeng City City Lord, and his cultivation talent was excellent. It can be said that he has been favored by the heavens, even if he eats, drinks and has fun every day, his cultivation is also rising, which makes many ascetic cultivators envious. However, he did not feel at ease in cultivating, and pursued more of what he considered art.

Such an alternative person is destined not to be understood by others. So he felt that the world was not warm, so he quietly left Qingfeng City with two entourages, saying that he wanted to break out of the world, create a peerless work of art, and then go back to those who didn't understand and didn't support him to see.

The lord of the castle gave birth to seven daughters in a row. Only when he is old can he have such a son, and he can't love Ding Haoran so much. So it gives him the opportunity to mess around. Except for the three of them, the rest of the people are all hunters who Ding Haoran has been "inspired" by force along the way.

These usually arrogant hunters, deep down, still hope to have a platform for cultivation and a stable place to go. Ding Haoran's identity undoubtedly gave them hope, so he was the only one who followed him and messed around with him.

This is not to say that the hunter is merciful. Because they live in the deep mountains and forests all year round with other hunters, as well as spirit beasts, miasma, dangerous places and other dangerous situations, most of them are violent and murderous.

Under normal circumstances, most cultivators would avoid hunters. Unless you have absolute certainty of defeating the enemy with one move, once you fight, you may be the one who suffers.

Only a strange person like Ding Haoran dared to co-opt the hunters, and he also made the other party obedient. In Ding Dingding's words, those hunters were brainwashed by him.

Feng Lian asked about the location of Yanzhen, Ding Dingding said: "This is difficult, the names of the town-level are all named after local specialties, and the Yanzhen I know is a rock town rich in black gold rocks, a salt town rich in salt, and a Yanzhen rich in Yanjing......"

After asking carefully, Feng Lian knew that only the city level has two words, and the town level has one word. He didn't know what the word "Yanzhen" he was going to was. Inflammation, speech, salt...... There are too many homophones. And the distance between the various "Yan towns" is very far. Even between the two nearest "Yan Towns", with the flying speed of the peak level of the Grandmaster, it would take ten days and a half to walk.

Over there, Jin Xue has already called Ding Haoran a brother and sister, and he is so affectionate that he is like a long-lost brother. Feng Lian's original frowning brows looked at this pair of living treasures, and unconsciously relaxed.

"From now on, you will follow me, and we will show the art of robbery to the fullest. I'll be your big brother from now on. Ding Haoran patted Jin Xue's shoulder and said proudly.

"That's my eldest brother. Golden Blood pointed at Feng Lian and said.

Ding Haoran's flower-like face withered in an instant, tilted his head to look at Feng Lian and said, "Robbery, there should be robbery." Luo Sangcan, you go and beat me down the person who dares to call himself my little brother and big brother. This son has a lot of rewards. ”

Feng Lian looked at Luo Sangcan, who was five big and three thick, and had cultivated to reach the high level of the Jade Mansion. scolded Jin Blood in my heart, when did I call myself the eldest brother, is it your own name.

Luo Sangcan was thinking about showing his hand in front of the little master, and when he heard this, he immediately pounced on Feng Lian like a fierce beast.

"Stop, stop, Luo Sangcan, I've said it many times, fighting is also an art, your movements are too ugly, it's just humiliating......"

Before Ding Haoran's words were finished, Luo Sangcan was already lying on the ground, his face was like ashes, and he couldn't move.

Feng Lian feels that he is really refreshed, and he has finally found an outlet for the depression of these days. And after going through the ordeal of life and death, he felt like a wild beast lurking in his body, and the infinite power was borrowed by him. He was eager to see how powerful it really was.

"Aren't you their boss? Come on! If you lose, be my little brother." Feng Lian looked at Ding Haoran's expression and was also very unhappy.

It's not because in the information given by Ding Dingding, this son-in-law has extremely high cultivation, but he has not practiced advanced exercises. Combat power and cultivation are very mismatched and think that he is easier to bully. Scar and Renjian told him a long time ago that cultivation is the foundation. If the foundation is solid, even if you perform low-level exercises, your power will be several times that of low-level cultivation.

He looked for Ding Haoran to vent, and secondly, the environment here was different from that of Mo Village, and the combat effectiveness of the cultivators was definitely different. He wanted to see what level of cultivator he could compete with, so that he could judge the situation in the future. lest you fall into danger without knowing it.

Although I used to fight against each other in my previous training, it was training after all, not a life-and-death struggle. He understands that every battle he faces in the rest of his life can be a battle of life and death.

Ding Haoran saw Feng Lian despise him so much, and his anger ignited suddenly. No longer cares about the rules he has set himself, he must not oppress people with power, and he rushes to Feng Lian with his fists.

Feng Lian was secretly happy in his heart, he liked this direct and rough way of playing. He didn't see Ding Haoran as a human, but as a fierce spirit beast.

Feng Lian didn't have any fancy moves, and rushed up to receive Ding Haoran's blow. Before he could contact Ding Haoran's spiritual power, a person flew sideways towards him.

"Golden Blood, what are you doing, are you looking for death?" Ding Haoran roared angrily. The voice was a little angry, a little happy, and a little distressed.

"My eldest brother has just recovered from a serious illness, so I'll fight against you. Golden Blood waved his hand, naturally wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Feng Lian's heart was moved. The little brother of Golden Blood is still very interesting, knowing that he has just recovered from a serious illness and is not yet a cultivator, he is afraid that he will be hurt, so he sacrifices himself to stand out.

"I'm the eldest brother, and it's only natural for me to take a step forward in the face of danger. Believe me. Feng Lian habitually wanted to take out an elixir and give it to Golden Blood, but he found that the Ethereal Ring was gone. Feng Lian's hand pressed against his chest, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the gloomy valley. The token of love given to him by Mengjie is also gone.

The ethereal ring can be lost, and his soul can also be lost, but the token given by Mengjie cannot be lost. Feng Lian's heart was raging like a hurricane, and he was in a frenzy.

"Big brother, let's do it with me!" Jin Blood stood in front of Feng Lian.

"Go away. Are you big brother or am I!"

The stiff tone of the wind frightened Jin Xue. He didn't expect that the gentle and elegant demeanor could have such a violent side. Unconsciously stepped aside.

"Very well, then let me tell you, not everyone can be a big brother. ”

Ding Haoran still has the same move, but his fist style is much stronger.

Feng Lian is like facing a spirit animal, and it is also a straight punch to deal with.

After a muffled sound, Feng Lian took four steps back. A hint of flushing appeared on his face. Compared with Xiao Chunyang, Ding Haoran's combat effectiveness is much stronger. And according to Ding Dingding's words, he can only be regarded as the one with weaker combat effectiveness in the same level.

Ding Haoran stood still, his face was a little red, and he was more surprised.

Many people who know Ding Haoran say that he doesn't do his job, doesn't cultivate well, and wastes his talent. He is indeed such a person, but it does not mean that he does not know his combat power.

He didn't expect that Feng Lian, who didn't have a trace of spiritual power fluctuations in his body, would actually be able to receive his full blow. The unstoppable force slammed into his fist, then along the veins of his hand, all the way to his arm. Is this kind of strength what the person in front of you should have?

Ding Dingding and Ding Dingding, who are familiar with Ding Haoran, both know that their young master is very verbose, but he is never ambiguous. Because he felt that spending too much time in battle would waste his limited life. He wants to devote his limited life to the pursuit of infinite artistic realms.

Part of the flush on Feng Lian's face came from Ding Haoran's impact, but more of it was surprise or surprise in his heart, and he was faintly excited. He didn't expect his body to be so fierce after this catastrophe.

But he didn't have more time to rejoice, and Ding Haoran's fist slammed into his face again.

Feng Lian did not take Ding Haoran's punch again. Because Ding Haoran's spiritual power was still eroding his nerves in his body. The tingling and itching sensation in the pain made him feel the hidden danger in his body, which could break his muscles and veins at any time.

He is not like those cultivators, who can dissolve those spiritual powers. He could only wait, wait for those spiritual powers to be suppressed by his own physical strength, or the most primitive will.

Moreover, he didn't know how to pick it up if he wanted to. What his eyes saw was an oncoming fist, but he had carved the magic circle all year round, and his spiritual sense had surpassed that of ordinary cultivators by too much. So he could feel the real power of the punch not in front of him, but in the back of his head and temples on both sides.

As a hunter who has been fighting spirit beasts for several years, he knows that if he is not careful, he will complete the role transformation of hunter and prey.

From the perspective of Jin Xue and others, Feng Lian easily avoided Ding Haoran's punch. Only Feng Lian knew how fierce his punch was, and the strong wind that passed by made his face have a spicy pain on his face.

It was something he had never experienced before, and even against a bone pterodactyl, known for its speed and strength, it had never given him such a menacing feeling.

Ding Haoran also felt that Feng Lian avoided his punch a little lightly. I think it's incredible. This is the "Quartet Fist" in his family's ancestral "Wind Shadow Fist". Even if it was a cultivator of the same level, in the face of his own punch, no one could completely avoid it without being injured.

Ding Haoran was a little angry, and it was another wind shadow punch, but the difference was that it hit Feng Lian's back waist.

Although Feng Lian can't cultivate, his understanding of cultivation can definitely throw everyone present away for several streets.

When dealing with Ding Haoran's first punch, he had already estimated that Ding Haoran's exercises were more focused on the mind than the form. That is, what is seen may be imaginary. Only what is felt is real.

Sometimes it is sensed, but it is too late. Therefore, Feng Lian's first battle of life and death is not a sword and sword, but more like a dark war.