"It's baked and ready to eat. ”

Hearing Mu Yang say this, Mo Xiaoqi, who had already swallowed countless saliva and was so hungry that his eyes glowed green, almost reached out and took over a roast pheasant and three soft and sweet pancakes smeared with pheasant fat handed over by Mu Yang, opened his mouth and gnawed hard, while being scalded and inhaled, he exclaimed deliciously, his originally big eyes were about to narrow into a slit, and the tears of happiness were about to fall.

"Xiaoqi, what are you going to do next?"

"Going to ......"

Being asked so abruptly by Mu Yang, Mo Xiaoqi stopped tearing the roast pheasant in his hand, his expression became a little dazed, and he said leisurely after a long time.

"Originally, I ran away from home to make a name for my father, but I didn't set any goals on the spur of the moment and came out, but I didn't expect that now my skills are not as good as people and I was robbed by a group of mountain bandits, and even the heirlooms that my father gave me were robbed, and what face did I have to go back to see my father. Alas...... I don't even know what to do!"

As he spoke, Mo Xiaoqi's eyes were filled with tears, and his head gradually lowered, and the whole person looked very depressed and at a loss.

"And what about your family heirloom, won't you take it back?"

"Take it back......?"

Mo Xiaoqi's eyes darkened, he sighed lightly and shook his head, his face was full of despair, and under Mu Yang's continuous questioning, Mo Xiaoqi explained the reason.

It turned out that when the Wandering Mountain Thieves caught up with Mo Xiaoqi, he heard those minions call the ancient martial artist who defeated him at the peak of the air-inducing mirror the third master, which proved that there should be two higher and more powerful leaders among the Wandering Mountain Thieves.

And when that group of people left, Mo Xiaoqi vaguely heard them talking about a large village nearby with a large number of people Zhaojiazhuang was unwilling to obey the order to offer property and women, and was preparing to rectify the people to slaughter all the people of Zhaojiazhuang for the purpose of killing chickens and monkeys.

Although Mo Xiaoqi wanted to take back his family heirloom, but relying on his strength alone to find the Drifting Mountain Thief was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, but he couldn't open his mouth and let Mu Yang, who had just met, help him, not to mention that even if Mu Yang helped, he didn't know what the probability of the two of them being able to succeed was, so he never asked Mu Yang to help.

"Slaughter !!"

Hearing that the Liushan thieves were going to slaughter Sunjiazhuang, Mu Yang suddenly thought of what happened to his village and town three years ago and his father, who was still seriously injured and had not recovered, and felt a sense of anger in his heart, and stood up violently with a cold light in his eyes.

Without further ado, we'll go to the Wandering Mountain Thieves tonight to find out, do you know where they are?"

"Oh...... Ah!!h

Mo Xiaoqi, who was grinning with his teeth that was being pinched hard by Mu Yang, couldn't react for a while, and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, and shouted in surprise: "Brother Yang, are you serious?"

"Of course, I don't have to deal with the scourge of the Wandering Mountain Thieves, and since I have encountered it, I will never sit idly by. Xiaoqi, do you dare to go?"

"Of course I dare!"

Mo Xiaoqi shouted excitedly, but after a while, he became a little depressed, it turned out that he didn't know where the lair of the Flowing Mountain Thieves was, even if Muyang was willing to help him now, he couldn't find a place at all, so how could he talk about revenge.

Mu Yang, who knew the reason, also frowned, but when he asked Mo Xiaoqi if he still remembered where he had encountered the Drifting Mountain Thief, and got a positive answer from the other party, he felt a little sure in his heart.

In the past three years, Mu Yang has learned a lot of experience about tracking from various hunting masters in villages and towns, and he has been honing in the mountains and forests for so long, and his tracking skills have long been perfected, as long as he can find the clues left by the wandering mountain thieves, he is sure that he can find them.

And he is not that reckless person, he originally planned to find the lair of the Drifter Pirate tonight, he would first touch the bottom of the other party, and if he could match it, he would make a big fuss there, and if it was unavoidable, he would retreat first and then find another way.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoqi really put his mind at ease, grinning uncontrollably, seeing that Mu Yang couldn't say anything excited, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

"Alright, don't be silly. Hurry up and fill your stomach and let's go, and get back what you were robbed of!"

"Okay! When the master is full, he will treat them in his own way, rob them all, rob them, rob them, he!hahaha!!"

Mo Xiaoqi, who was in a mood, suddenly stimulated all the melancholy that had accumulated in his heart, and roared loudly to the sky, and many birds perched on the nearby branches were shocked by his voice, and countless sounds of flapping wings and Mo Xiaoqi's roar were mixed together, echoing in the sky above the forest for a long time.

"Hmph, two arrogant thieves dare to make a big fuss here, let's take down the two of you today!"

A cold burst interrupted Mo Xiaoqi's laughter, followed by a figure carrying the sound of breaking the air, and almost instantly, a fist wrapped in condensed vitality approached Mo Xiaoqi's body. At the last moment, Mu Yang, who reacted quickly, pushed away Mo Xiaoqi, who was still a little sluggish, and quickly gathered his breath and slapped it on the attacking fist.

For a while, the fists and palms clashed, and the qi waves generated by the collision of the two vitality blew the campfire on the side flickering and flickering, and the force of the shock made the two of them take a step back, and they were evenly matched.

"Rival !!"

These two words sounded in the hearts of both parties at the same time, and both of them could feel that the other party's ancient martial realm was not comparable to their own.

"Who are you, and why are you attacking us?"

Mo Xiaoqi, who was taken aback, jumped up and pointed at the other party angrily and shouted. And Mu Yang moved his body slightly, blocking Mo Xiaoqi behind him, squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the attacker.

This is a fair-skinned and extremely handsome young man, who looks about the same age as Mu Yang, and is taller than him, although he is wearing a white dress made of coarse cloth, but his body naturally exudes a compelling heroic spirit.

At this time, his handsome and sunny face was covered with frost, and he completely ignored Mo Xiaoqi's questioning, and slapped his right hand on a long iron box that he was carrying behind his back, and a short spear about a meter long with a bright silver body carved with exquisite patterns as if it was made of stainless steel fell into his hand.

I saw him shake his hand, and somehow the short gun turned into a long spear more than two meters long, and then the young man continued to raise the gun and kill him without saying a word.

The indiscriminate behavior of the young man in white also angered Mu Yang a little, his momentum rose, and the strength of his palm slapped on the scabbard inserted beside him, and the sword in the scabbard broke out of the sheath, and Mu Yang grabbed the hilt of the sword and greeted it.

Ding Lingdang made a rapid noise, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged blows more than a dozen times, and Mo Xiaoqi on the side was already dumbfounded, feeling that his eyes were a little insufficient, and his feet moved back two steps unconsciously. The vitality leaked out after each collision between the two of them made the ground under their feet criss-cross shallow scratches.

After some temptation, no one could suppress anyone, Mu Yang and the white-clothed young man's clothes were slightly damaged, at this time Mu Yang found that the sword of the four mortal weapons in his hand was trembling slightly, and he knew that the weapon grade in the other party's hand was definitely much higher than his own, if he went through such a hard touch a few times, I am afraid that the sword in his hand would be torn apart by the collision.

The two glanced at each other, and both felt the infinite battle intent emerging from each other's bodies, Mu Yang threw the sword in his hand into the scabbard, and took out the giant tooth dagger wrapped in fur from his arms, both of them no longer kept, and each used the ancient martial arts at the bottom of the box.

The golden recipe of the Five Spirits Shooting - Bright as the Stars!

The young man in white pulled a spear flower, condensed his energy on the gun and burst out of a move, only to see dozens of gun shadows appear at the same time, and a little golden light appeared on the tip of each gun shadow, just like a small piece of starry sky with brilliant golden light appeared in front of Mu Yang's eyes, and there was a killing intention hidden in the beauty, and each gun shadow turned out to be a real move.

Avoiding the unavoidable, Mu Yang's eyes froze, fortunately, Xiao Wen taught Mu Yang all the four types of unyielding swordsmanship he knew, and one of them was a sword move similar to the gun move made by the young man in white, so he took a deep breath and quickly used the vitality in his body to meet the attack with a giant tooth dagger.

Unyielding swordsmanship - refers to unyielding!

The same dagger shadows swayed out, and the number alone was a few more than the gun shadows of the young man in white, but it lacked some brilliance, and it was slightly inferior in the magnificence of the moves, and the power of the moves seemed to be better.

The guns and daggers struck, and the vitality collided violently with each other, and several one-person-thick trees around them were directly broken by the escaped vitality, and the Mo Xiaoqi behind them was very honestly pouting and lying on the ground after resisting a fluctuation of vitality.

Due to the large number of daggers, the few daggers that were missed twisted the sleeve of the white-clothed young man's right hand into strips of rags, and although his arm was protected by his own vitality, a few shallow blood marks were added.

The gun moves of the young man in white are more subtle and clever, and the condensation of vitality on the gun shadow exceeds that of Mu Yang, and the force of the shock makes Mu Yang's internal organs a little dull.

Separated, the faces of the two sides became more solemn, and Mo Xiaoqi, who was lying on the side, raised his head and opened his mouth open, not even daring to breathe.

In this duel of ancient martial arts, the two are still evenly divided.