Takahashi Jiro looked gloomily at the direction of the top of the mountain, and then thought in his heart: Even if the three of them found the secret path and sneaked into the mountain, they don't know how many people from the martial arts sect they have to face? Those people must be martial arts practitioners with cold martial arts, and the three of them are approaching in concealment, and it is impossible for them to steal the treasure and retreat! Judging from the description of his ancestor and the other party, the other party has an extremely cold aura, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

He pondered for a moment, looked at the two of them and said coldly: "We must catch a person on the mountain to understand the situation, first, to figure out the path up the mountain through this dense forest; The second is to figure out what is on the mountain and where is it hidden? ”

The two mercenaries on the side nodded, and one of them said, "This is no problem, we are ambushing in the place where they just came out of the forest, and we can definitely catch one of them when they are alone and ask for clarification." The problem now is that the other party has a large number of people, and we can reach the top of the mountain through this mysterious forest, and we can't deal with so many people who practice martial arts."

Another mercenary followed suit: "Yes, now we have to find a way to get the people from the mountain out." Otherwise, we can't do anything even if we go up the mountain, although we are carrying weapons, but if there are many martial arts practitioners on the other side, we have no chance of winning at all, and these hunter-born martial arts practitioners must be very fierce."

Several people squatted in the dim bamboo forest and conspired for a long time, but they didn't come up with a better way, Takahashi frowned and finally said: "Let's observe the other party's life rules again and see how they go up and down the mountain."

The two mercenaries nodded immediately, now that they are talking on paper, they will definitely not be able to think of a better way, and they can only understand the laws of each other's activities before they can formulate a more perfect plan.

A few people immediately observed the surrounding terrain, found a bamboo forest with a wider field of vision on the hillside, and lurked down, secretly monitoring the movement in the forest, preparing to understand the travel patterns of the people on the mountain.

In the afternoon of the next day, several people saw from the hidden bamboo forest, and several figures walked far away from the hillside. Several people hurriedly raised their binoculars and looked down the hillside, and saw several hunters with large bags on their backs walking towards the edge of the dense forest. A few hunters walked to the edge of the forest and looked around for a while, then took off the large bag behind them and sat down.

Takahashi Jiro held a telescope and lay in the bamboo forest, carefully observing the clothes of several hunters and the big bags placed on the edge of the forest, and found that although the clothes of these people were similar to those of the people on the mountain, there was no long scimitar on their waists, only machetes commonly used by mountain people were stuck in their waists, and the big pockets around them were bulging, as if they were holding food and other things.

He pondered for a while, and then whispered to the two people next to him: "These are like hunters under the mountain, and it is estimated that they are here to deliver food to the people on the mountain." It seems that even these local hunters don't know the path up the mountain."

Hearing Takahashi's judgment, the two mercenaries also lay on the damp woodland and raised their binoculars to look at the edge of the forest. At this time, several people with scimitars hanging from their waists suddenly walked out of the dense forest, and several hunters quickly stood up, bent down and saluted the people who came out of the forest, with an extremely respectful attitude.

Jiro Takahashi stared at the few people on the edge of the dense forest, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. After the hunters finished their salutes, they bent down and lifted the large pockets beside them and placed them beside each other.

A man with a scimitar opened his pocket and looked at it, then nodded to a few companions beside him, and several people immediately took out a bundle of animal skins from the edge of the forest and handed it to a few hunters, and then walked towards the dense forest with a few large bags. Several hunters held the hides in their hands, bent down to escort each other into the dense forest, then straightened up to look at the hides in their hands, and walked down the mountain with a smile on their faces.

The three of Takahashi Jiro stared closely at the every move of the few people just now, until a few hunters disappeared into the bamboo forest on the hillside, Takahashi Jiro turned over and sat up from the damp woodland, and said with a cold face: "Have you seen it, the people here have great respect for the people who practice martial arts on these mountains. These hunters had apparently brought food to the mountains just now, and the other party had thanked them with animal skins."

One of the mercenaries also whispered, "Yes! From this point of view, the people of this martial arts sect are very respected by the locals", and another person also said: "Hehe, these martial arts practitioners must be the protectors of this mountainous area, and if the locals are bullied by outsiders, they must find these martial arts practitioners to come forward to protect them!" Otherwise, these ordinary mountain people would not respect them so much."

Takahashi Jiro heard the discussion of the two companions, his cold face suddenly showed joy, he looked around, and then said in a low voice: "Yes, these people who practice martial arts on the top of the mountain must be the guardian saints of this area, and if there is something at the bottom of the mountain, they will definitely bring people over."

As he spoke, he grabbed a wrist-thick bamboo beside him and stood up, and said coldly to his two companions: "Then Lao Tzu will go down the mountain and make some trouble." Hehe, let's turn the tiger away from the mountain and attract all the people on the mountain! The two of you are here to watch, and as soon as their group descends the mountain, you take the opportunity to take a prisoner and torture them about the path and the top of the mountain, and promptly inform me to return, and we will make a time difference with them."

As he spoke, he suddenly took out his pistol from his body and slammed it a few times, and then said with a cold light in his eyes: "Hehe, they go down the mountain, Lao Tzu go up the mountain, and if they find something, they will retreat immediately!" ”

At this time, the two mercenaries also stood up from the woodland, and they both nodded when they heard this little Takahashi's plan. One of them looked at the pistol in his hand, and he also pulled out a dagger from his leg and slashed at a thick bamboo beside him, and replied viciously: "No problem, as long as their brigade of people goes down the mountain, the rest of the people are not to worry, you have to make the movement bigger when you go down the mountain, otherwise they will not go down the mountain."

With a grim look on his face, Jiro Takahashi replied coldly: "Don't worry, I have carefully studied the topography of this place, and there is a small town not far from the mountain, where the mountain people gather, just enough to make a move."

As he spoke, he put the pistol into his waist, looked in the direction of the town below the mountain, and said, "You had better be ready at any time, and as soon as you find their group coming down the mountain, you will immediately notify me to return, and we will go up the mountain together!" Damn, I don't believe a few of us special forces, and I can't handle a few martial arts practitioners on the top of the mountain! I'll go down the mountain now."

Takahashi Jiro said, picking up his backpack from the ground, slung it on his shoulder, and walked quickly towards the town where Wanlin and the others had passed. As he walked briskly along the rugged mountain path, he wondered how to draw those who practiced martial arts down the mountain.

When he came to the mountain not far from the town, he saw that the town was bustling with pedestrians, and at a glance, he knew that many people were passing by the town and preparing to go to the mountains to participate in the martial arts conference.