Afternoon.

An army of 2,000 men quietly left the city and headed straight for the Valley of the Wind.

Ma Qingfeng and Dugu Ying went hand in hand and rushed to the front of the team. Feng Yunguo of the Crazy Knife Gate and the little old Dao Baihe followed.

The other masters stayed in the East Camp to protect the princess and prevent the killer from coming back again.

Soon, the army came to the mouth of the valley of the wind.

A few sentry men in Tsing Yi ran out of their hiding places and quickly went into the valley to report the news. After a short time, about 500 people in Tsing Yi rushed out of the valley with swords and guns.

The leader was an old man about seventy years old, carrying a knife in one hand, and shouted loudly: "Stop! This Wind Valley is a private place, I don't know what to do with you military masters!"

Zhao Desheng urged his crotch to get off the war horse, ran to the front, and pointed at the horsewhip, "What kind of private land, I think it's a rebellious grass nest." Where is Gu Dafu, let him come out to see me!"

The old man's face changed slightly, and he said calmly: "We are all law-abiding people of the Great Xia Kingdom, how can we rebel? Is there a mistake in the military master?" the old man pretended to be confused, he didn't believe that their secret could be exposed in just a few days.

"Hmph, are you still pretending to be confused there? Okay, since you don't know Gu Dafu, then you should know Yelu Hongguang, the fifth prince of the Red Sun Kingdom, right?"

The old man's face changed greatly, and his face instantly became hideous and terrifying, "Since you all know, what do you have to say." Brethren, as the saying goes, raise a soldier for a thousand days, and use a soldier for a while. Today, the time has come for us to be faithful to our masters, kill, kill them all, and leave no one behind. ”

The old man gave an order, and five hundred Tsing Yi people stood in a column and killed forward.

Zhao Desheng waved his hand, "Charge!" The 1,800 gold-armored soldiers immediately flattened their bayonet spears, and the tips of the spears flashed with cold light, grabbing people's eyes. The feet kicked, the war horses neighed, like rolling yellow waves, rushing forward.

Behind the charging gold-armored army were two hundred sharpshooters of the Piaoxiang Legion, straddling two quivers diagonally and containing a hundred carved arrows. Two hundred sharpshooters held longbows in their hands, and they sent arrows one after another, and one after another sharp arrows pierced the sky and shot straight at the people in Tsing Yi.

The five hundred Tsing Yi people were all strong in martial arts, and they immediately used their skills to dodge the rain of arrows, and some of them couldn't dodge, so they waved their blades to hit the carved arrows. But who can be called a marksman in hundreds of thousands of troops, which arrow is so easy to dodge. Dozens of people fell under the rain of arrows in an instant.

The old man in Tsing Yi was furious, waved his hand, and the other two people rose into the air, and they all stretched out their hands to grab the arrow rain, and saw those flying carved arrows obediently flying towards the three of them.

It's a prefecture-level master! Ma Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, and he was about to make a move. The little old man of the white crane jumped over and jumped over, "Brother Ma, wait a minute, I will meet them later." ”

Feng Yunguo also jumped over and double-fought the other three with Bai He. I saw the white crane probe pull out the sword from behind, and stabbed out with a sword, actually forming three sword lights, making a piercing sound and whistling, attacking the three of them. Bai He's gossip soul chasing sword technique is the mastery of Qingliangmen, and Bai He has already mastered the essence. This sword stabbed out, so that the three of the other party had to temporarily avoid the edge.

The figures of the three flashed, and the white crane stabbed the air with a sword. The white crane twisted his body, turned his hand and slapped at the old man in Tsing Yi, the cultivation of the old man in Tsing Yi was the highest among the three.

The old man in Tsing Yi made a move with one arm, and when he touched it, he slammed his palms into the ground. The moment Bai He's body was beaten, it rolled all the way and landed on the ground, and he took two or three steps back.

The old man in Tsing Yi also took two steps back, "Mixed Yuan Gong! Little Old Dao, you are a person from Qingliangmen!" The old man was very shocked in his heart, his eight success powers actually did not shock this little old man of the second grade of the ground level, you must know that you are the cultivation of the fifth grade of the ground level.

Feng Yunguo had already killed at this time, and with a wave of his big hand, he slapped it with a palm covering his head, and the palm wind was as heavy as a giant mountain.

The old man in Tsing Yi was shocked, "Ground-level seven-grade powerhouse! Come and resist with me." The two people next to him hurried over to help.

Feng Yunguo snorted, swept his big hand, and swept the three out like a fly, and with a snap, the three of them hit the mountain rock hard, and three mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and three people were injured with one move!

Feng Yunguo couldn't help but feel a little proud, and thought to himself: I can't beat those perverts around Ma Qingfeng, and I can't beat you clowns?

The old man in Tsing Yi and his two subordinates glanced at each other, and there was despair in their eyes. Look at the 500 Tsing Yi people who fought again, most of them were killed by the golden armor army's bayonet spears in one charge, and now they are surrounded and dying, and they are about to be killed.

The soldiers of the Golden Armor Army are wearing heavy armor, and the swords of the people in Tsing Yi are stabbed and slashed, and they can't hurt the Golden Armor Army at all. On the contrary, there are many people in the Golden Armor Army, and you shoot me one shot at a time, stabbing continuously. The people in Tsing Yi dodged this side, but they couldn't hide from that side, and the snorting sounded continuously, and one after another the Tsing Yi people fell.

Ma Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, no wonder the sect didn't dare to confront the country, these people in Tsing Yi were all human-level martial artists, and there was no shortage of human-level high-level martial artists. Under the strangulation of the army, there is no ability to resist at all.

Bai He calmed down his churning qi and blood, and rushed forward with a swing of his long sword, "Wow, you dare to hurt Dao Ye and me, then take your life!" Look at this ruthlessness, there is no trace of monk's demeanor.

Feng Yunguo was afraid that this little old man would make a mistake, and Ma Qingfeng would blame him. also flashed and followed closely.

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at the sky speechlessly, Master, you haven't come out yet, it seems that you have abandoned us, but it is a pity that we have followed you for so many years, but in the end we have come to such an end. That's it, let's die if we die, and if we die, we have to pull some cushions.

The old man in Tsing Yi turned his heart sideways, and when he used all his body strength, he was about to detonate the dantian.

Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi rushing towards him like a balloon, Feng Yunguo shouted, wiped his head and ran. If this explodes around you, you will definitely injure yourself severely.

Suddenly, the figure flashed, and Ma Qingfeng instantly appeared next to the old man in Tsing Yi, grabbed the old man in Tsing Yi by the neck, stretched out his right hand, and slapped more than ten loud slaps in the front and back. The old man's face was like blowing up a balloon, and it instantly swollen up, like a pig's head.

The old man in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded, forgot to blow himself up, and was pointed at the dantian by Ma Qingfeng, and Zhenyuan immediately stopped running and was sealed.

Ma Qingfeng shook his hand and threw the old man to a soldier of the Golden Armor Army, "Tie it up!"

Feng Yunguo swallowed his saliva, and felt bitter in his heart. This is the gap! This Ma Qingfeng's strength is really mysterious!

There were two more screams, and the two injured people in the first grade of Tsing Yi were cut off by the little old Taoist Baihe with a sword, "Immeasurable Tianzun, the two of you go well, remember not to bully people casually in the next life, especially don't bully the little Taoist." The white crane urn said angrily.

Zhao Desheng commanded his soldiers and horses to rush into the Valley of Listening to the Wind and killed the remnants. After searching several times, I didn't find Yelu Hongguang.

In the end, I packed some documents and other things in Tingfeng Valley, collected my troops and returned to the city.

Soon after returning to the city, Xiahou Jie's army also returned, and no reinforcements from the Red Sun Kingdom were found at all.

Xia Youlan immediately organized his advisers and Wenchen to sort out and analyze the documents brought back from Tingfeng Valley, and arranged for Feng Yunguo to interrogate the captured old man in Tsing Yi.

And Ma Qingfeng took the little old man of the white crane back to his tent, looked at the white crane, and couldn't help but smile, "I said the white crane! I heard the man in Tsing Yi say today that you practiced what kind of mixed yuan gong, wouldn't it be this skill that caused you to become a rice bucket?"

Bai He smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head, "Yes, people who have practiced the Mixed Yuan Gong are very good at eating, and extracting energy from food is also a way to assist in cultivation." It can make the power grow slowly. ”

There is still such a strange way of cultivating, the more you eat, the faster your skills will grow, what about the food residues that have been digested? Looking at Bai He's belly, Ma Qingfeng was a little puzzled.

Bai He didn't know Ma Qingfeng's doubts, and the entire Qingliangmen was in charge, the master and the three of him practiced the Mixed Yuan Gong. Because although this kind of exercise has progressed relatively quickly, but the appetite is particularly large, if there were more cultivators, the Qingliangmen would have been eaten apart long ago. What's more, few people want to become a big rice bucket.

Ma Qingfeng suddenly had an idea, and ingested the energy to improve his strength from food, so what if he ......