Pei Nanqing and the others spared no effort to display their respective martial arts and bombarded the beasts, and for a while, the powerful source qi was up and down, wreaking havoc on the audience, causing flying sand and rocks, and rolling waves.

The screams of the spirit muntjac beasts rang out, and among the chaotic beasts, a figure was shuttling wantonly, it was Mo Liang.

Mo Liang stepped on the shadow of the wind step, the wind under his feet followed, the pace changed like a shadow, it walked flexibly in the panicked muntjac beast group, as if entering the realm of no beasts, Mo Liang quickly swept towards the spirit muntjac beast group, a visibly strong muntjac beast in front of him.

This is the leader of the Mound!

I saw that a slender white flame emerged from Mo Liang's fingertips, and before the leader of the spirit muntjac beast could react, Mo Liang's figure bounced up, and his body was like a thunderbolt, and he pointed at its neck, leaving a bloody hole on the body of the leader of the spirit muntjac beast.

With a hiss, the leader of the spirit muntjac beast fell directly to the ground, and his vitality disappeared in an instant.

As soon as the leader of the muntjac beasts died, the group of muntjac beasts was completely chaotic, and when they scattered in all directions, countless fallen muntjac beasts were trampled to death by their companions, and the remaining muntjac beasts fled in a hurry.

Mo Liang and Dong Qipang each launched their own methods and went to chase and kill the fleeing spirit muntjac beast, while Pei Nanqing and the other three monks began to clean up the battlefield with a smile while dealing with the remaining spirit muntjac beasts.

What a harvest this time!

And just as Pei Nanqing was happily cleaning up the battlefield, suddenly, a miserable cry of "ah" sounded from the woods, coming from the monk of the eighth layer of the Mortal Realm who had solved the remnants of the Muntjac Beast.

When Pei Nanqing and the others heard this, they were shocked, and they quickly rushed over, only to see a fierce man with a narrow scar on his face stepping on his companion's palm with a hideous face, and the majestic true source rushed out from the scar man's body, pressing his companion to the ground.

The eighth-layer cultivator of the Mortal Realm who was trampled on his palm turned slightly pale, his lips trembled, and he looked very pained.

And the man with the scar was a master of the first layer of the True Source Realm, and behind him, there were fourteen people, all of whom were monks above the seventh level of the Mortal Realm, including two monks of the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm.

With such a strong team, it is definitely the top in the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and looking at the appearance of this group of people who are not good, Pei Nanqing's heart suddenly has a bad premonition.

Pei Nanqing stepped forward with a heavy heart.

"This big brother, I don't know where my brother offended you, please raise your noble feet. Looking at his companion lying on the ground and struggling in pain, Pei Nanqing clenched his fists, and his heart was full of anger, but he said calmly on the surface.

The man with the scar glanced at Pei Nanqing: "You are his boss?"

"Not bad!"

The scar man said in a strange manner: "In broad daylight, this guy dares to touch my spirit muntjac beast with his hand, do you say he should step on it." ”

Pei Nanqing and the others' faces changed.

"Your spirit muntjac beasts, these spirit muntjac beasts were killed by us!" Pei Nanqing retorted.

"Really?" the scarred man sneered, and then exerted his strength under his feet, and the trampled monk let out a terrible scream again, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, and his face was extremely pale, obviously suffering a great deal of pain.

The people behind the scar man were also looking at Pei Nanqing and the others with playful eyes, with a teasing look on their faces, as if they were looking at a few lambs that were slaughtered by them.

In this situation, Pei Nanqing still hasn't understood that the other party is deliberately finding fault, just trying to snatch the fruits of their victory.

If you don't deal with it well, the other party will probably turn their faces immediately, and they will kill people and seize things, in a place like the Demon Beast Mountain Range, it is not uncommon to seek money and kill people.

Pei Nanqing's face was ugly.

"Say, who are these spirit muntjac beasts?" The man with the scar looked at Pei Nanqing for a long time, and the threat was overflowing.

Pei Nanqing's nails were embedded in the flesh, glowing with red blood, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally gave in.

"These mounds...... It's yours!"

If they tear their faces with the scarred man, it will be tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and then not only will they lose their souls, but they will also lose their lives here.

Even if Mo Liang and Dong Qipang were here, it would be unrealistic to use their strength to defeat Scar Man and the others. Not to mention the Scar Man's men, the Scar Man alone is an insurmountable chasm in front of them.

After all, the True Source Realm and the Mortal Breaking Realm were not at all the same level of power.

Pei Nanqing sighed, the blame can only be blamed on their bad luck, the survival rule of the jungle is applicable to any corner of this continent. I just hope they don't have to make any excessive demands.

"Hahahaha, it's very interesting. Seeing Pei Nanqing's softening, the man with the scar laughed a few times, then raised his foot and kicked the eighth-layer monk who had passed out in pain.

Pei Nanqing and the others hurriedly stepped forward to check on the situation of their companions, this person had already fainted in pain, and his bloody hand, even if it was raised, it would be difficult to recover as before, I am afraid that it will be scrapped.

"You!" Pei Nanqing and the others' eyes were wet and red.

"What's wrong with me?" The scar man glanced at Pei Nanqing and the others, smiled disdainfully, and then waved his hand, and began to order his subordinates to dispose of the corpses of the spirit muntjac beasts on the ground.

"Let's go!" Pei Nanqing gritted his teeth and replied, while the two behind him looked sad and humiliated.

However, Pei Nanqing and the others had not gone far with their unconscious companions on their backs, and the voice of the scarred man came from behind them:

"Wait a minute! Hand over the demon beast materials of the muntjac beast leader!" The scarred man suddenly caught a glimpse of the corpse of the muntjac beast leader not far away, and said calmly.

Pei Nanqing paused, took a long breath, threw the demon beast material of the leader of the spirit muntjac beast on the ground, and left the place without looking back.

"Faster than a dog......"

Behind him, the Scar Man and his subordinates burst into laughter.

Pei Nanqing's subordinates were all sad and angry, and Pei Nanqing himself turned a blind eye to the ridicule behind him, and accelerated the speed of his feet, he wanted to quickly find Mo Liang and Dong Qipang and tell them that a group of bandits had come nearby......

Seeing Pei Nanqing and the others go away, a subordinate behind the scar man asked puzzledly, "Boss, why didn't you kill them?"

The scar man smiled slyly: "They should be demon beast hunters, they won't go back if they don't complete the commission, wait for some time, and fatten this group of people and slaughter them, isn't it beautiful?"

"Boss Wise!"

The scar man turned his head and looked at a thin man who had broken through the Great Perfection of the Mortal Realm: "Third brother, you have the best tracking skills here, go and watch them secretly, and report to us in time if there is any situation." ”

"Big brother, no problem. The thin man smiled confidently, and his figure disappeared in place......