The thin swordsman was swept out by the kicked, and the violent wind and sand surged, the man slammed obliquely into a boulder on the side of the road, but unfortunately now more swordsmen paid attention to the two uninvited swordsmen, and no one came to the rescue.

The emaciated defeated swordsman watched her head slam straight into the angular stone, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but when she thought of the dignity of the Tu Mo swordsman, she didn't even shout at all, just gritted her teeth as if she was at the mercy of fate.

Due to the fierce battle just now, the swordsman's hat had been hit by the other party, and it was no longer very strong, but at this time, under the impact of the wind and sand, the hat that had some signs of falling off swept out with the wind in an instant, and the swordsman's long black hair was gently scattered in the messy wind, and it turned out to be a woman.

At this moment, one of the two uninvited guests saw the swordman's hat swept away by the wind slashing beside him (shēn), and only raised one arm slightly, grabbed it slightly, and grabbed it in his hand.

Then he glanced down at the female swordsman who was about to crash into the boulder, and muttered to himself

"I can't see what it looks like, but I like it too much. ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the more than ten Tu Mo swordsmen who were surrounding him not far away, but instead took a step out of the oblique stab and rushed straight towards the female swordsman.

"Alas, there's no way, this little fourth sister is really worried about Senior Sister Ben, that's how (ài) meddling in things. ”

Another uninvited guest glanced at the shēn (shēn) shadow that tried to stage a hero to save beauty, and shook his head helplessly and sighed

"Impossible, it's one step at a time!"

Seeing the strange (shēn) shadow and swift pace of the man rushing towards the female swordsman, almost all the Tu Mo swordsmen were shocked, because this person's speed was really too terrifying, and he swept a distance of more than a foot in an instant.

Just as the female swordsman was about to crash into the boulder, a (shēn) figure cut through the chaotic fishing net of sand and stones, and then erased all the panic in the female swordsman's heart in an instant with an unstoppable sharp sword, and as a pair of large hands embraced her slender waist wrapped in a leather jacket, the female swordsman's radiant gaze and a pair of mysterious and slightly smiling eyes intersected through the chaotic wind and sand

When a faint smell of tobacco loomed into the woman's snort, her heart seemed to be pierced by this wisp of sword piercing the wind and sand in an instant.

Qin Feng looked at the touch of (qíng) silk revealed by the beautiful eyes in his arms, and his heart was naturally proud, but it was a pity that now he was also wrapped like a zongzi, and he could only rely on his proud staring skills, leaving a chic and elegant look for the woman.

With his other hand, Qin Feng gently covered the hat from the female swordsman's beautiful eyes, and then gently lifted it up. Then a free and easy back floated away.

At the same time, Xue Xiaoyan was not afraid of the wind and sand of dàng, and walked leisurely through more than a dozen swordsmen who came to kill her, allowing the sword light to mix with the turbid wind, her (shēn) shadow was like a spirit fish swimming in the mud and sand, and she easily swam between the gaps in the knife shadow, without letting the blade touch half of the placket.

"Innate Martial Artist?"

An old man's voice was a little vague (dàng) between the flying sand and rocks, making the swordsmen a little sluggish

"Cut, dog (pì) innate martial artist, are these people blind, can't they see my immortal demeanor?"

Qin Feng was very dissatisfied with these swordsmen who lacked imagination, he felt that his every move at this time had already shown the grace of the immortals, but these elm pimple's dead brains were not brilliant at all.

"Ignorant guy, it's boring!"

Qin Feng no longer had any interest in playing with these dirt buns, and with a wave of his sleeves, Suo (xìng) flicked his vicissitudes of life into the wind and sand, leaving only a mysterious back

The female swordsman was clutching the hat with one hand, as if she wanted to chase her life-saver, running forward with great difficulty against the raging sand. Although the violent wind and sand made her eyes cloudy, the distant back seemed to hold up a new world for her, and she couldn't extricate herself from it for a long time.

"Xiao Si'er, you kid (tǐng) can pretend, how does it feel like to be a hero to save beauty?"

"So-so, it's a pity that the environment is too bad, and I can't fully show the peerless style of this candidate~~"

"This (bī) is the real image~~"

"Senior sister, how can you speak so vulgarly? We are immortals~~"

"Fuck off~~"

The wind and sand still sharpened the physique and mood of the swordsmen, but the sudden two disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, which seemed to be much more effective than the wind and sand.

After a while, Xue Xiaoyan and Qin Feng went deep into the city, and the streets were empty at the moment, and the two of them walked in the streets and alleys with wind and sand flying one after the other, as if two (yīn) soul envoys were looking for the ghost that was about to leave their bodies.

After a while, the two of them walked to an alley in the west of the city called "Little Cone Alley", which was not very long, but only a dozen families lived, and the buildings of the houses showed that these were very ordinary residents of the (shēn) world, not poor but not rich.

But at the end of this alley, there is a small temple that has fallen into disrepair and is already dilapidated, Qin Feng can vaguely see the words "City God Temple", looking at the dilapidated house in front of him that is shaking (yù) in the wind and sand, Qin Feng only feels that his mind is a little messy.

It turned out that he heard that he was going down the mountain to meet the city god here in Tu Mo City, and Qin Feng was a little excited. After all, this is the real patron saint of a city, and now seeing this tragic picture, I can't help but feel a little less in awe and more curious about this legendary city god.

Xue Xiaoyan still took out a transmission note very solemnly, and then the aura was injected, and the spell turned into a flying bird, without the slightest fear of the frantic wind and sand, and flew straight to the broken temple.

"It's a waste, it's worth using a transmission note in this place?"

Qin Feng glanced at Xue Xiaoyan, then took out a cigarette, rubbed his fingers lightly, and suddenly a small flame rose on his fingertips, Qin Feng gently lit a cigarette

"Haha, it's great to have friends from afar, please come in!"

After a while, there was a voice in the courtyard that was a little lacking in strength, and then the golden light flashed on the two creaking small wooden doors, and two fist-sized figures appeared from the doors, and bowed slightly very politely, and then gently pushed the two doors open.

"That's kind of interesting!"

Just when Qin Feng secretly praised this city god for being a bit of a Taoist, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw that one of the wooden doors fell down with a "snap" because it couldn't withstand the blow of the wind and sand, and even the villain who pushed the door was slapped under the door panel.

"Damn!" Qin Feng grew his mouth in surprise, and the cigarette fell out of his mouth.

Xue Xiaoyan didn't seem to be surprised by this scene, she smiled very freely, and then stepped forward.

As Xue Xiaoyan and Qin Feng walked into the Lord (diàn) of the City God Temple one after the other, the ruin and shabby once again refreshed Qin Feng's cognition.

When the wind blows through the wind outside, the insect-eaten beams and pillars will drop bits of dust and make a frightening (ròu) creaking sound. On the walls where the skin had already peeled off, one or two thin small (shēn) shadows flashed from time to time in the rat hole.

The broken offering table has only three legs, and the missing one is pieced together with brick and tile fragments, barely making this offering table solid (tǐng) in the center of the big (diàn).

There were three or five broken tiles on the table, and a few stones were placed on the tiles, which seemed to serve as offerings. In the center of the offering table was a broken porcelain bowl that was worse than a beggar's request for food, and a bowl of loess was contained in the bowl, and a few broken branches were inserted on top of the loess.

"Why is this okay, foolish? Use a tree branch as incense? and even light it?"

Qin Feng looked at this ruined city god temple that was already incurable, he spit out a thick smoke ring, and instantly felt that his mouth was much more comfortable. So he continued to endure his extremely bad heart (qíng), and continued to admire the ruined temple in front of him

Messy weeds and unbridled cobwebs fill almost every corner of the big (diàn).

The painted gold (shēn) of the inner city god is now in tatters, and a stone on the left and a tile on the right have sewn up the statue that seems to be a humanoid beggar.

Next to the tattered statue of the god, there was a small stone more than two feet high, and several small old wooden planks on the stone pier put together a simple locket, and in the box was placed a crooked little clay figure.

Next to the small clay figurines, a wooden sign seems to be carved with a blunt knife on a line of extremely ugly small characters

"Tu Mocheng City God's Boy Tu Cai"

Qin Feng approached to look at the poorly made little clay figure, and suddenly a foul smell pierced the turbid air around him, choking Qin Feng hurriedly covered his nose.

"His uncle, how does this mud figure smell of urine (shēn)? Could it be that whose child peed and made of mud~~"

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, he heard an immature child's voice coming into his ears

"That's right, it's Uncle Ben's masterpiece, it took more than half a year to hold back the fairy urine to melt the piece of Fuxi soil, and then carefully polished Uncle Ben's clay appearance, is it handsome?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng looked at a little beggar in tattered clothes coming out of a pile of weeds in the corner.

I saw that he had fluffy hair mixed with withered grass, a sallow little face mixed with a lot of mud, a thin little (shēn) board wearing tattered clothes full of patches and holes, two small black feet, and his hands on his waist seemed to show a dirty smile at Qin Feng with some smugness.

"I said, are you stupid, kid? You told me that you were so shoddy and that you were meticulously crafted, and you really blinded my eyes. ”

"You Tianyan Sect are really old-fashioned, you don't know what beauty is, and you don't bother to take care of you. ”

"Oh! I really didn't see it, you are still a master of the little Hanako, you also know the Tianyan Sect?"

"Cut, don't say it's your little Tianyan Sect, I don't think the monk master of the Lingyue Sect and Yeluo Lake has ever seen it back then, do you think this little thing is worth showing off?"

"Your kid is really not small, you can't be the local incense boy, right?"

"That's right, it's your rich master!"

"You little thing really know how to name it, it's called Tu Cai, why don't you call it a robber?

Qin Feng looked at the sloppy appearance of the little beggar, and then looked at this crooked little clay figure, only to find that it was really a little hard work, and the most important thing was to integrate this miserable charm into the clay figure, and I had to admire its cleverness.

At this moment, a middle-aged beggar in shabby clothes hurriedly walked out from behind the tattered Chenghuang Ye's painted gold (shēn) with a broken casserole.