Zhong Zihao just breathed a sigh of relief, but the blue-eyed fire lion turned around and opened his mouth, and a thigh-thick fire dragon attacked. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Qingfeng sword thrust into the ground, and at the same time, the flying snow step was used to the extreme, narrowly avoiding it, and his upper body clothes seemed to have a smell of burnt. When I looked back, I saw that the cortex of trees not far behind me was on fire.

"Whew!"

Kicking with a big gulp, Zhong Zihao regretted in his heart: "My combat experience is still not enough, it is said that the lion Bo Rabbit also uses all his strength, and I am so careless." ”

Calming his churning chest, he unleashed the Drifting Snow Sword with all his might. Sometimes "heavy snow presses the top", and then "heavy snow goes to the face", perhaps because of the mutual attributes, the two sides are fighting equally.

Avoiding a fire dragon again, taking advantage of the blue-eyed fire lion's resurgence, Zhong Zihao did not retreat but advanced, and the most powerful move of the drifting snow swordsmanship, "Ice and Snow Hanmei", stabbed the eyebrows of the blue-eyed fire lion.

A chill hit, the blue-eyed fire lion was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the spring like a sprout of grass pounced, the fire lion couldn't help but shudder, and a strong crisis surged into his heart.

It was too late to spit out the fire dragon again, and the tail couldn't care about such a long distance, the blue-eyed fire lion's huge head looked up, and its front legs shot out like arrows, blocking the Qingfeng sword.

"Shhh...... Woo! ”

The front leg broke, knocking the Qingfeng sword half a foot off, and the tip of the sword slashed through the left ear of the blue-eyed fire lion. The blue-eyed fire lion hissed in grief, staggered, and almost fell to the ground, trying to flee to the left.

Before the long sword could be withdrawn, Zhong Zihao made a fist with his left hand, and a punch hit the right side of the blue-eyed fire lion. With the impact of this punch, the blue-eyed fire lion finally stumbled to the ground.

"Boom...... Rumble! ”

The fire lion spewed out of its mouth and rolled to the left side.

The Qingfeng sword was withdrawn, and he stepped on the flying snow step, and once again cast the "Proud Snow Cover Mountain", slashing sideways from the front.

"Whew!"

As if the sound of cutting the cloth sounded, a bloody mouth more than two feet long was drawn on the right side of Aoxue Gai Mountain, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing Zhong Zihao's body.

Taking a deep breath, the Qingfeng sword stabbed directly, it was "flying snow across the river", I saw the sword light flashing, the blue-eyed fire lion's neck was pierced by a sword, and the Qingfeng sword went straight to the handle.

Pulling out the long sword, a sword was cut down, the lion's head was broken, and Zhong Zihao sat on the side and gasped vigorously. This battle was too tiring, and it took all his strength to kill the blue-eyed fire lion, mainly because this guy's physical strength was too terrifying.

It wasn't until half a cup of tea had passed that he lifted the Qingfeng Sword, packed up the important materials on the blue-eyed fire lion's body, and cut off a large piece of leg meat and left.

Next to the water source, Zhong Zihao took a bath, changed into clean clothes, discarded the bloody clothes into the stream, and let it go away with the stream. Raise a fire and grill the lion leg meat. He quietly recalled the danger of the station just now, and at the same time summed up his own shortcomings, until his nose smelled a burst of burning, and he came back to his senses.

After filling his stomach, Zhong Zihao continued to go deeper.

After walking a short distance, I met two warriors in front of me. One was a young man in his twenties, handsome in appearance, with a short knife hanging from his waist. If it weren't for Yue Yingshan Mountain, he would have thought that the other party was a scholar. The other was a man in his forties, dark-skinned, with a pair of sledgehammers in his hands. The two walked together, and it was a weird pair.

About fifty zhang away from the other party, Zhong Zihao was ready to take a detour. As soon as he walked a few steps, he heard the young man shouting, "That little brother, please stay!" At the same time, the two of them hurried to this side.

Frowning, Zhong Zihao ignored the other party and continued to move forward.

"The kid is looking for death, the young master tells you to stop, don't move!" The dark-skinned man screamed like a bell.

The Yueying Mountains are extremely dangerous, and the warriors who progress here are not good. Zhong Zihao didn't want to cause trouble, not because he was afraid of trouble. Besides, the other party has an eighth-order body training and a ninth-level body, and he can't keep himself.

So he stopped and turned to look at the two of them.

After a few breaths, the two of them came to a stop in front of them.

"I don't know if the two of you are called to stay down, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you're tired of carrying such a big package, and I want to help you lighten the burden." The young man laughed.

"Who are you?" Zhong Zihao asked.

"Hey, hey? Boy, you little doll who has practiced the seventh order of physical fitness dare to enter the Yueying Mountain Range alone. Our young master takes a fancy to your package, it is your blessing, and those who know each other will leave the burden and get out, if you meet someone else, you may not even be able to save your life. It was the dark-skinned man who spoke.

It turned out that these two people were a group of robbers and bandits, and they were originally robbing for a living. The young man is the son of the master, and he will not let him go in the usual dangerous fights, and he doesn't like people to say that they are bandits, so he likes to dress differently since he was a child, and he dresses up as a scholar.

Zhong Zihao understood it, and at the same time, his mind was racing. It's not impossible to kill these two people, but it will definitely cost a lot of money, and maybe he will be injured, but if he swallows this breath and leaves, it is not his character. Squinted at the large package placed where the two of them had been standing, and had a plan.

Then his face turned mild, and there was a faint look of fear, and he turned around and looked around, as if looking for some savior.

The forty-year-old man didn't understand his plan, and said sarcastically: "Don't look at it, there won't be other martial artists around here, the weak ones are all scared away by us, and the powerful ones are the masters of the Juyuan Realm, and they won't stay here at all." ”

Zhong Zihao said weakly: "Then I will give the package to the two of you, you must not embarrass me?" ”

The young man laughed, as if he enjoyed this feeling: "Don't worry, we only help you collect the burden, and your life is not valuable, I am not interested." ”

"That's good, that's good." As if comforting himself, Zhong Zihao said while unburdening himself. Temptingly, "I'll put it on the ground, and you will take it yourself?" ”

"No, how can this son pick up things on the ground, you send them to me."

Zhong Zihao breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time continued to try to pretend to be extremely scared, as if his arms were trembling: "Okay, you have to talk." ”

So they slowly approached step by step, and at the same time calculated the distance between the two sides.

The middle-aged man stood three feet away from the young man's right, while the young man was holding his hands and thinking evilly: "When the burden is collected, when this kid turns his head, he stabs him through the back with a knife, that feeling...... Gee! ”

Nine-foot, eight-foot, seven-foot...... It's close, three feet, it's now......

"Khooth!"

Qingfeng's sword was unsheathed, and the flying snow step started, just like a sword light, Zhong Zihao and his sword swept past the young man and came behind him. At the same time, he stopped and turned sharply, stabbed the middle-aged man with his sword, and used a move to "fly snow across the river".

"Huh?" The middle-aged man roared, seeing the sword light flashing in front of him, he didn't have time to raise the sledgehammer in his hand, so he could only dodge sideways to avoid the vital point.

"Whew!"

The Qingfeng sword was retracted as soon as it was stabbed, inserted into the man's right chest for more than a foot, and after being pulled out, blood flowed down the sword body to the tip of the sword, dripping to the ground.

"Bang!"

It was only then that the young man's head fell to the ground, and his face still looked like a smile.

"Ah...... If you dare to kill our young master, I will kill you alive. ”

The dark-skinned middle-aged man had only now come to his senses, roaring in grief. He was obviously stunned just now, his head seemed to be blank, and the action of turning around was also done by him subconsciously, otherwise the Qingfeng Sword would have penetrated the heart of his left chest.

Saying that, regardless of his own injuries, he took two sledgehammers and danced in succession, and pounced on Zhong Zihao. But it can be seen that the sledgehammer in his right hand is a beat slower than the left and right, obviously incoherent, and the injury must not be light.

Zhong Zihao breathed back, and the flying snow under his feet flashed, and he used the Drifting Snow Sword Technique to fight with it.

The middle-aged man was so aggrieved that he was going to die, the young master was gone, and he would definitely not be able to pay the difference when he went back, and he was in turmoil. The right chest was pierced by a sword again, and it definitely won't last long, so I can only kill this kid as soon as possible, and then find a place to recuperate. But the opponent was as agile as a monkey, and after fighting for more than a dozen moves, he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and his offensive rhythm was obviously getting slower and slower.

After twenty moves, Zhong Zihao finally caught a flaw in the other party and used the strongest sword move "Ice and Snow Hanmei", and the Qingfeng sword penetrated the middle-aged man's eyebrows.

Without any pause, he reached out and took out a dozen silver tickets in the arms of the two corpses, then picked up the baggage of the two of them, and quickly left in the direction where the other party came. In this Yueying Mountain Range, it's nothing to kill a few people, but you have to be careful to be seen by other warriors, so as not to cause big trouble.

In the dark woods, Zhong Zihao spread out the two of them, and couldn't help exclaiming: "So many? It seems that murder and robbery are indeed the fastest way to accumulate wealth. ”

After sorting it out, there were sixteen silver tickets, worth one hundred and sixty taels of gold, and nearly fifty taels of gold, more than thirty taels of broken silver, all of which were exchanged for gold for two hundred and twenty taels. The material is the most, estimated to be worth eight hundred taels of silver, plus the materials he harvested, more than one thousand taels, which is equivalent to one hundred and ten taels of gold.

The overall income has reached an astonishing more than three hundred taels of gold, and the basic purpose of this time has been achieved. Originally, he came to the Yueying Mountains this time, mainly to hunt demon beasts, exchange materials for silver taels, and then buy training materials. Now these incomes, plus the surplus left at home, are more than three hundred and fifty taels, and if you save a little in exchange for materials, you should be able to support two months.

Thinking of this, he felt that although the goal had been achieved, it was still a short time to come out, and he could stay for another day or two. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to walk casually and try his luck, but not fifty miles deeper.

Along the way, they also encountered a lot of fifth- and sixth-order fierce beasts, and they slashed them casually, collecting useful materials in their baggage. Now the burden on his shoulders is as big as his size, and the largest one is still a fierce beast material; the other small one is the gold and silver that are contained; There is also a baggage, which is the dry food, common medicines, and a change of clothes that he carries.

If he hadn't killed the two robbers, his package would not have been enough. Fortunately, he is a strong martial artist, if he were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't be able to carry it, let alone rush and fight.

It's already close to fifty miles deep here, and if you go further, there is a great chance of encountering a demon beast with the strength of the Juyuan Realm, and there may be other unexpected dangers. Thinking of the robbers he encountered not long ago, Zhong Zihao still stopped and decided to return to Ayalan City and wait for his strength to improve.