Wen Yiming was very relaxed and happy during this time, and he didn't know that he had become a topic of conversation for the public after tea and dinner in Mingyang City; Of course, he didn't know that there were countless people looking for him everywhere. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yiming has lived a very fulfilling life in the past few days, and every day at sunrise, he carries the weight of the dim Yan to the limit, and constantly uses eight steps to drive the cicada to impact and strengthen the body. After a few days, it made the true qi a lot more refined. Every day, without waiting for twilight to fall, they build temporary habitats with local materials. Quench your thirst with sweet springs all day long, fill your stomach with wild game, and practice rhythmically on the road, but also enjoy it.

Early this morning, Wen Yiming left the path and entered the official road.

Mingyang City is only 3,000 miles away from Puhan City, and Wen Yiming has entered the boundary of Puhan City in less than ten days after such a leisurely journey.

Wen Yiming put away the gloom, and all of his body was put into the storage space except for a wine gourd.

Estimating that this place was still two hundred miles away from Puhan City, Wen Yiming looked at the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by on the official road, and decided to stop a hitchhiker.

After about a quarter of an hour, Wen Yiming heard the sound of horseshoe wheels behind him. Turning around, I saw a carriage in the distance hurrying after a leading horse.

Looking at this battle, it is estimated that it is a convoy in a hurry, or forget it. Wen Yiming shook his head and said secretly.

While thinking, Wen Yiming turned sideways and let go to the side of the road. In a moment, the dust was flying, and the sturdy man on his horse galloped past Wen Yiming's voice, and the carriage behind him followed.

"Zhang Lie, you go to the front station first to ask for help, leave me alone!" A woman lifted the curtain from the carriage and shouted anxiously to the big man on the horse.

Well? Why does this sound sound familiar? Wen Yiming tilted his head slightly, wanting to glance at it. Suddenly, there was a vigorous whistling, followed by a dense stream of arrows that rained down on the front of the carriage.

The elite man in front of him didn't have time to turn around, and he fell to the ground with dozens of arrows in his body, and he couldn't see it. The 'quack' of the carriage that followed it halted its progress, and the two horses in front of the carriage raised their hooves and neighed.

Wen Yiming took a few steps back and looked at the back of the convoy, only to see dozens of young men in black clothes rushing to the end of the year and surrounding the convoy.

This kind of vendetta in the rivers and lakes, under the unknown reason, he is unwilling to take care of it. Glancing at the people on the horses, Wen Yiming was about to turn around and leave, when a young man in black raised his crossbow and aimed it at Wen Yiming is arrow.

Wen Yiming's eyes were cold, he didn't want to participate, he didn't want these people to be so vicious. Facing the arrows coming into the wind, Wen Yiming moved his foot to the side and easily let go.

The young man shot the arrow and was about to ignore it, but he didn't think that the man would dodge without much effort. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then there was an extra single knife between his hands, and he stepped on the horse and slashed at Wen Yiming's head.

The other men in black only glanced at the whole time, and then withdrew their gaze to look at the delicate woman who stepped out of the carriage.

Wen Yiming shook his head secretly in the face of the black-clothed young man's vertical slashing, compared to the momentum of the middle-aged man with a scarface, he was simply weak, and he also wanted to learn to kill people.

Wen Yiming did not flash or retreat, marked one step at a time, and greeted the figure in the air with a heartwarming kick and came first, leaving no effort to step on the chest of the young man.

For those who want to kill themselves, Wen Yiming is never soft. A murderous special forces instructor, he is not a good person. Once someone kills him, there is a way for him to die.

Before the figure of the young man in black could hit the ground, he was kicked upside down and flew out, as if a shuttlecock was shot away, and shot backwards out of the black-clothed man who smashed on two horses, and the sound of broken bones in his chest was accompanied by a mouthful of blood.

A group of men in black were surrounding the carriage and preparing to take action, but unexpectedly, the three companions smashed into the enclosed circle together, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

The two black-clothed men who were smashed vomited blood on the spot, and the black-clothed young man's chest was concave with a large patch, and at a glance, he knew that his heart was shattered in an instant, and even a large piece of sternum was kicked and shattered

Led by a short-bearded middle-aged young man staring at the ground with no breath, his face was instantly gloomy and terrifying, and even a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Ahh The short-bearded middle-aged man roared violently, turned his hand and pulled out the long knife at his waist, turned the horse's head and looked at Wen Yiming, who was very casual, coldly, and said with a grin: "What a vicious boy, you dare to kill my young master of the Crane Howling Gate?" Let's go up together and slaughter me. ”

Although the short-bearded middle-aged man is ruthless, he knows that this kid is not simple. Just now, these three were all core disciples in the sect, and the cultivation of the second layer of the martial artist actually killed and injured two in the blink of an eye. Although he didn't see how Wen Yiming made a move, he also knew that this person's cultivation was not low.

Dozens of black-clothed men heard the order of the short-bearded middle-aged man, turned over and dismounted and rushed towards Wen Yiming, and at the same time drew out long knives of different shapes to encircle Wen Yiming in an instant.

Without waiting for the black-clothed people to make a move, Wen Yiming turned his hand and sacrificed the gloom, and the cicadas burst out in eight steps under his feet, and swept towards the three people on the left with his arms.

When Wen Yiming kicked away the black-clothed young man, he had already seen everyone's cultivation clearly. Except for the short-bearded middle-aged martial artist who is a seventh-level martial artist, there are only three martial artists with a sixth-level martial cultivator, and the others are all the same as themselves.

In the first group battle, Wen Yiming had some regrets, the cultivation of the besieging people was too low, and it was difficult to squeeze out their own potential.

A shot swept away, and the three black-clothed men who didn't know the details were instantly slashed by the tip of the Diyan spear, and blood splashed before they could make a move. Before the rest could react, Wen Yiming kicked violently under his feet, reflexively and shot thirteen shots in a row, and the guns were violent.

Wen Yiming wants to explode to the limit with all his strength in the shortest possible time.

For a while, the sound of clanging was endless, and everyone panicked to block the gloom that came from the sudden attack, and the blade of the person who was slightly poor was taken off on the spot, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and the blood flowed like an infusion. Those who didn't have time to defend were directly pierced by a shot, and they were instantly exhausted. Only the black-clothed men of the sixth layer of the three warriors were shocked out three meters away, and the single knife in their hands swayed, and the sound of Jin Ming was endless. The tiger's mouth was even more bloody, and his breath was almost instantly dispersed.

Thirteen shots, five dead and five seriously wounded, all unarmed. Only the three black-clothed men with the sixth-layer right arm trembling non-stop still have the strength to fight, but the situation is also dangerous.

Wen Yiming's feet didn't stop, and before the slightest thought came to everyone's hearts, his body was already soaring, shooting towards the rest of the people in black. With the swaying figure in his hand, he once again picked and stabbed and stabbed...

The short-bearded middle-aged man was horrified, glanced at the young man who was kicked to death, gritted his teeth, grabbed the horse's belly with his legs, lifted the reins and turned his head and ran.

Wen fired a shot at the chest of one of the martial artists, and saw that the short-bearded middle-aged man had galloped out ten meters away. And with the help of the horse's inertial momentum, it jumps up from the horse's back and flies out. Flee fifty meters away.

Wen Yiming's eyes froze, and the cicadas burst out in eight steps, turning his hand and lifting up Di Yan was about to chase out. saw the only remaining middle-aged martial artist of the sixth floor rushing towards the carriage, and slashed at the woman next to the carriage with a single knife in his hand.

Wen Yiming sighed secretly, he can cut the grass and eradicate the roots, kill people without blinking, but he can't die without saving because of this. If you can't do it, it's okay, but the situation in front of you is within your power.

That's it! Wen Yiming thought about it, flashed his side and stepped out of the distance of three meters, and with a shot in time, he picked up the single knife of the middle-aged man in black in time, and handed out the dim Yan with his long hand, and the tip of the gun stopped at the throat of the middle-aged man in black.

"If there's any news that could keep you alive, do it as soon as possible!" Wen Yiming pointed forward, condensed but not spoken.

The black-clothed middle-aged man's chest rose and fell sharply, and his slanted eyes swept around the corpses, and finally landed on the young man who was killed by Wen Yiming in an instant. After a while, he shook his head and laughed miserably: "Even if you let me go, I will not escape death." Of course, so do you! Wait for the pursuit of the Crane Howling Gate, there will be no place for you in Sanchuan County. ”

Wen Yiming frowned, "Reason? ”

"The person whose heart was broken by you is the only son of Zhuang Qing, the master of the Hexiao Gate. If you don't save this woman with the kindness of a woman, you may still have a chance to intercept and kill Meng Zong who escaped. ”

Wen Yiming shook his wrist and retracted his eyes, "What's your name?" Why do you want to threaten me when you know that you are going to die? ”

"My name is Li Ting!" The middle-aged man in black sneered, "Can you let me survive if you threaten?" It's just a little frustrated. ”

Wen Yiming understood what Li Ting meant, he was saying that he would definitely die.

"Let's go!" Wen Yiming said: "Your news is useful to me, I will speak for me!" ”

Li Ting was stunned, and said after half a sound: "You won't kill me?" ”

Wen Yiming laughed and said, "What you said about Meng Zong has fled, what's the point of killing you?" ”

Li Ting lowered his head and was stunned, glanced at Wen Yiming deeply, turned around and disappeared on the official road with a few ups and downs.

Wen Yiming didn't even look at the woman next to the carriage, turned around and left. But I couldn't stop thinking in my heart, 'I didn't recognize, I didn't recognize...'

As soon as he turned around, he heard the voice of the woman behind him with some doubts.

"Are you the one who sells the Jade Rabbit?"

Wen Yiming's figure paused, and he turned around and smiled reluctantly, "I haven't sold the Jade Rabbit, it's the fur of the Jade Rabbit!" ”