Chapter Eighty-Six: It's Not a Matter of Whether They Are Powerful or Not

The camp of the Seventeen Yellow River thieves was actually built on a hill on the edge of the Yellow River.

Xue Ling looked at the four heads on the flagpole from a distance, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently.

Xue Ling swallowed saliva, of course, not because of greed.

"No, so fast." The girl muttered.

In fact, the two of them were not lazy, saying that they wanted to collect the bodies of these four heroes.

From the fork of the Yellow River to the camp of the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River here, it is only twenty or thirty miles away, and if you are in a hurry, you can arrive in more than an hour, and if you ride a horse, it may take less than half an hour.

So with a time difference of only half an hour, the four heads have already been hung up?

Is this the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River too strong?

Or are these four heroes too weak?

Xue Ling didn't know which side was the correct answer for a while.

"Well, what do we do now?"

Seeing the banner of the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River from afar, it means that he has not found the wrong place this time, but this camp looks like it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the defense is tight, the construction is lawful, and the murderous appearance really makes people feel that the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River are not a good feeling.

So is this really just a Xuanzi mission?

Xue Ling suddenly felt that even if the task of the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River was a place name, it was actually not an unreasonable thing?

However, the ground number involves the assassination of the second and third rank martial artists, or the tracking and monitoring of the first and second grade martial artists at this level, the Yellow River Seventeen Thieves From the point of view of intelligence, its leader is just a fourth-grade martial artist, and most of his subordinates are also between the seventh and fifth grades.

Of course, the elite is Fang Bei, and it has nothing to do with Xue Ling.

"Wushuang." Fang Bei shrugged his shoulders and said, "Have you heard of the true meaning of Assasin?" ”

"Assasin?" Xue Ling really hadn't heard of this word.

"That begins with Assasin's long and long struggle with the Templars." Fang Bei smiled and nodded, then deflected the conversation: "To put it simply, the true meaning of the assassin's infiltration is to kill everyone who sees you. ”

"That way, you won't be noticed by anyone."

Fang Bei almost saw Xue Ling's face full of black lines.

And at this time, Fang Bei glanced behind Xue Ling, and the whole person was almost stunned.

He patted Xue Ling on the shoulder: "That person will be handed over to you to deal with." ”

Xue Ling turned around to see who the so-called person was, but saw a woman in white walking towards him under the scorching sun.

The sunlight cast a short shadow under her, and the girl with black hair, clogs, and a dirty stick on her shoulder, dressed in white, was walking towards her side step by step.

Xue Ling turned around again and found that the Fang in front of him had disappeared in an instant.

The girl was very depressed, but she still had to carry out Fang Bei's previous commission.

Xue Ling greeted him: "This girl, this is not a good place, what are you doing here?" ”

After walking in, Xue Ling found that the white clothes on the woman in white were seriously worn, and the color of the skin could already be seen in many places, if there was an advantage, then the white clothes were really clean, except for the dirty stick on her shoulder, the girl was very clean.

And it's also very good-looking.

She had very good skin, a little sunless white, with a transparent smell, but her hair was very dark, black like ebony, her eyes were very dark, her nose was small, and her lips were thin and faintly pink.

She watched herself walk slowly, with a faint emotion in her eyes.

But it's beautiful.

"You're a girl, too, you can come here, why can't I come?" Shang Jiu Ge said quietly.

Xue Ling was stunned for a moment.

In fact, when she was away from home, she had become more and more often used to speak in falsetto, and she was now dressed in the clothes of a merchant and wore a hat on her head, but this girl could tell at a glance that she was a girl.

At least it's much more reliable than those four heroes.

"This is the territory of the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River." Xue Ling emphasized to her.

"I'm looking for the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River." Shang Jiu Ge said as a matter of course.

But Xue Ling was a little speechless.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the four flagpoles raised in the distance: "See that flagpole?" ”

Shang Jiuge glanced at it and nodded: "I saw it." ”

"The four of them were still alive an hour ago, and they also said that they were going to crusade against the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River, and then they became like that in the blink of an eye." Xue Ling earnestly educated Shang Jiuge, wanting her to change her mind and know her way back.

But Shang Jiu Ge didn't look frightened at all, she looked at the human heads on the four flagpoles from a distance, looking at their dead eyes, and the blood flowing along the flagpole under the skulls.

Nodding.

"I just died."

Shang Jiu Ge confirmed Xue Ling's statement.

"Aren't you afraid?" Xue Ling felt that he and Shang Jiu Ge had no common language at all.

"That's the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River."

Shang Jiu Ge looked at Xue Ling: "Are they powerful?" ”

"It's not a question of whether they're good or not!" Xue Ling wanted to teach the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in front of her a good lesson at that moment.

Although Xue Ling is only seventeen or eighteen years old, Xue Ling has already been beaten by society, and it is obvious that this guy in front of him has definitely not been beaten.

And she's so beautiful, no matter how you think about it, you can't let her go over to send it.

After all, if she had passed, it wouldn't have been a problem with hanging the flagpole on her head.

That's a no-brainer.

"Anyway, you can't go." Xue Ling said solemnly.

"Why?" Shang Jiuge still had the patience to ask a few why.

After all, she has now come to the camp of the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River, and she has come all the way, and she doesn't care about wasting this little effort.

"Because if you go, you'll die!" Xue Ling looked at Shang Jiuge and said seriously: "And you are a girl, it will be very miserable to be caught by them." ”

"I'm not going to die, and I'm not going to be caught by them." Shang Jiuge replied: "I promised others to throw all the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River into the Yellow River to worship the river god. ”

"I'm a man who keeps his promises."

"If you say it, you will do it."

Xue Ling said quietly: "Everyone said that they would not die. ”

"But everyone and everyone is different." Shang Jiu Ge put down the long stick on his shoulder and gently clubbed it on the ground.

"Girl, you're going to get out of the way."

"If you don't let it, then I won't throw you into the Yellow River."

"But at least you can't stand here."

Xue Ling sighed heavily.

"I'm also here to solve the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River."

"How about we together?"

PS: I, Xue Ling, hold my thighs professionally.