Zhang Bufan asked Long Thirteen, "Is your curse power a little less?"

Long Thirteen was stunned for a moment, and said, "It doesn't seem to be there, right? Eh, wait!" Long Thirteen said, thinking carefully about and sensing the power of the curse on his body, and then said excitedly: "It seems that there is indeed a trace missing!"

Zhang Bufan and Long Thirteen's eyes lit up at the same time.

Zhang Bufan looked at Long Thirteen and smiled, and said, "I have an idea... You know what I mean, right?"

Long Thirteen waved his sleeves, and he was arrogant: "Do chivalrous deeds, punish rape and eliminate evil!

Zhang Bufan turned over and stepped on Ah Hua, waved his hand to the people of the Minsha tribe behind him, and did not take away a cloud under the warm thanks of the tribesmen.

"Let's go, go to the bad guys!"

Zhang Bufan slapped Ah Hua's now fat buttocks, and with a crisp sound, Ah Hua's arrow also rushed north.

As soon as they rode into the dust, the figures of Zhang Bufan, Long Thirteen and Ah Hua disappeared from the eyes of the Minsha tribesmen in the blink of an eye.

Changji stroked his white beard, looked at the sky in the north, and sighed with emotion: "It's really a young man with high spirits, and having such a chivalrous young man is the glory of our Jingzhou......"

The clansmen of the other Minsha tribes nodded their heads one after another, although they did not see the battle between Zhang Bufan and the nocturnal wandering girl with their own eyes, but they were able to successfully kill the nocturnal wandering girl and save their children, which is enough to show that Zhang Bufan's strength is strong.

The patriarch of the Nine Realms of the Body Refining Realm has been able to rule the Minsha tribe, and the monks of the Qi Condensation Realm are immortals in the hearts of these ordinary people!

Zhang Bufan didn't know that after he left, these people in the Minsha tribe had such a high opinion of him, but even if he heard these comments, I am afraid he would not take it to heart, Jingzhou has a territory of three thousand miles, with countless tribes and several cities, how many young talents and strong monks have emerged, he is now just a six-fold cultivation of condensation, although he is outstanding in this age group, but in Jingzhou, in front of those old monsters who don't know how long they have been on fire, it is still far from enough.

The praise of the patriarch of Changji is a bit exaggerated.

Ah Hua carried Zhang Bufan, and along the way met a group of robbers robbing businessmen, this group of robbers is different from the previous Da Mao, Er Mao, and Xiao San, they are real gangsters who lick blood from the knife and kill people without blinking.

Zhang Bufan shot out a flying sword, and the sword traveled to the dragon, bringing up strings of blood flowers, like plum blossoms blooming in the desert, and the lives of this group of bandits were harvested by him.

Those merchants were grateful, and in the sound of gratitude, Zhang Bufan's blood curse diluted a little again.

So along the way, Zhang Bufan and Long Thirteen encountered unevenness on the road and drew their swords to help, but whenever they saw a wicked person, they did evil. Don't talk nonsense, just cut it with a sword.

In the past, Zhang Bufan believed that it was not about himself.

He doesn't care about things that have nothing to do with him, he's not a wicked person, but he's not a good person either.

For other people's active provocations, he will repay them with the power of thunder, and the Yuan family is a good illustration.

But now it was not only the reason for the blood curse, but after all the way, he found that his heart was suddenly broadened and his mood was more cheerful.

Previously, he was reincarnated and reborn, but the unwillingness of his previous life and the grievances of this life have always been held in his heart, although he killed Yuan Longfei and Yuan Hufei's brothers, and won the championship of the Four Peaks Sword Test. But Zhang Bufan's heart knot has never been truly untied.

That breath has been holding in his heart all the time, and he has not vented it.

He used to live cautiously, and now in this world where the strong are respected, he can truly follow his heart and follow his own heart.

Freedom, freedom, and justice and adjudication, so happy!

Zhang Bufan took one life after another and crossed the boundary of Jingzhou.

His hands were stained with blood, but all of them were stained with sin, all the people he killed were heinous, and none of the souls of the dead under his sword were unjust souls.

So in Jingzhou, a story began to circulate.

A story about a white horse and a boy.

At the end of the story, there is also a young man with a strange appearance.

"White Horse Express!

This is a good person who gave Zhang Bufan, Long Thirteen, and Ah Hua the title, which means that as long as there is an evil place, the two of them will definitely come with a righteous mission.

Saving people, killing people.

But in fact, Zhang Bufan not only did those "big" good deeds of punishing treachery and evil spirits, but also did everything that was done to send lost children home and help grandmothers cross the road.

But these things are too small, and the gratitude received is very small, and the weakening of the blood curse is almost negligible.

So after half a year of chivalrous and righteous deeds, Zhang Bufan and Long Thirteen not only gained a lot of support, but also followed a lot of enemies behind them.

There are many wicked people they have killed, and most of these wicked people have the support of forces behind them, so they dare to harm one party.

It is precisely because of this that among the large group of enemies behind them, there are really a few that make Zhang Bufan a little headache.

When he killed people before, he also killed a disciple of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, it is said that Na Xuan was still an inner disciple, who had robbed the people's girls in a city in Jingzhou before, and was directly harvested by the passing Dragon Thirteen, at this time the two of them were chasing and killing by the people of the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect.

Although it has not yet risen to the level of the sect, Zhang Bufan has been wearing that black mask to hide his aura, but the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect is one of the four major sects after all, and this matter really can't be ended.

On a dead tree in the middle of the wilderness, Ah Hua gnawed on the dead grass under the tree.

On the branches of the tree, Zhang Bufan and Long Thirteen were both lying on the branches, with sad faces.

"Those guys have been chasing us for half a month, right? Why are they so ghostly?" Long Thirteen looked into the distance, making sure that he had really thrown the group of people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect away this time.

"You don't look at the background of the other side before you make a move, let alone think about the tactics, and now we are hiding all day long, like rats crossing the street. Zhang Bufan glanced at Long Thirteen, and he didn't have a good temperament.

At that time, he saw that the disciple of the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect had extraordinary skills and background, and he planned to make a secret move, but Long Thirteen was in a hurry and directly killed that disciple, and the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect couldn't get off this stage, so he sent many masters to chase and kill them along the way.

Although Long Thirteen's strength was enough to wipe out these people who were constantly chasing him, in the end, the one who was really in power in the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect was the one that Long Thirteen didn't want to provoke easily even if he broke through and became a demon monarch now.

Long Thirteen sneered, he also knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest: "It's just that this blood curse is too disgusting, killing those who are chasing us will actually increase the power of the curse!"